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Post by mylittlestalkergrl on Nov 13, 2006 0:14:52 GMT -5
Jill, not what you'd think of when you hear the word vampire. (of course, she was only half vamp.) Her red wine colored hair shone off the sunlight. Her long, black silk gown touched the docks, where a raven perched her shoulder. Jill just smiled and let it stay there. She was normally very quiet or very out of sight. Her pure white fangs with a taited red stain looked like it was the first time she'd done such types of affairs. Her slender body looked like it moved in same pattern as the fog.
She had long awaited the moment to start at the academy, and now, it was FINALLY here! Her neon green, cat like eyes opened widly to see the teacher through the foggy air. Her dress touched the ground....covered by long, old fashioned gloves that ran to your elbow; sat snug on her arms.
Jill put her navy blue cloak on again, it began to get a little cold out.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Nov 13, 2006 18:32:15 GMT -5
Suddenly, the unfathomable, grey sky split open with a loud clash of thunder and a luminescent bolt of lightning, and from the heavens gracefully descended a large figure that resembled that of a large, winged horse. And on the back of that large winged brute could be observed a large, muscular woman clad in glowing, gold armour, with a helm of similar material that sported two, small wings on either side. Underneath her shimmering, winged helm glistened a thick, long braid of golden blonde hair and long, whispy bangs that framed her chiseled face. As the great horse landed with a loud THUD! on the muddy ground of the Ghost Shipyard and dug its monstrous hooves into the earth, the woman dismounted and peered at her new student.
Standing erect at about a sheering height of 6'0" and grasping a long, golden staff with a talisman of an eagle's head at the top in her gloved hand, she inclined her head politely and spoke with a thick accent as she took out a slip of paper. "You are Jill, ya? I am Inga Thorshammer, and I 'vill be your intructor for T'vilight Moon Academy." She then slammed her staff into the ground twice and raised it high into the air as a sort of salute. "Come, now. Tell me how you 'vish to get to 'ze academy. 'Ve could always take 'ze boat. Unless you know how to fly or some'ting."
((Welcome to TMA! =D I am Andrea, aka Vampyra, and if you ever need any help, don't hesitate to ask me or any of the other moderators for help. We'd love to be of some assistance.))
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Post by mylittlestalkergrl on Nov 14, 2006 17:51:00 GMT -5
It was quite surprising to her to see that her teacher wasn't. Well, wasn't exactly like her. Jill carried on, giving a cold stare to the teacher.
" I can't fly, but the boat would be fine." and with that she took her hood from behind her head and pulled it over her glossy red hair.
(Thanks andrea. im a little hyper, but youll have ta manage^^. FYI: i wont be on for a while after tonight! so post and ill reply when i can! Oh, and i have to go eat now, so ill do more on the post when i get back!)
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Nov 15, 2006 19:51:22 GMT -5
"Very well. Come along, 'zen." Inga ushered Jill to follow her, and together they traveled to the docks.
The earth beneath them was damp and muddy, as it always was, and it gave off such a foul stench that made it almost inbearable to breathe. The dock- whose wood was a slimy green due to the slow decay of time- wobbled slightly and gave a lound moan in protest to the weight of both people. The waters, although calm and unmoving in its peaceful state, beheld such an eerie sensation, it was nearly impossible to stare into its murky depths and not obtain a feeling of uncomfortability.
The boat, however, was entirely different from its surroundings and seemed ironic and almost out-of-place. Carved from white birch and painted elegantly with a golden hue, it resembled something like a viking long boat, as it had many oars and bore a snarling dragon's head at its elongated prow. As both teacher and student got into the boat, the oars -as if by magic- began to move simultaneously in long, swift strokes, propelling them through the murky waters of the Ghost Shipyards.
"Now," Inga said to her pupil, taking a swift glance over at her paper, "You 'vill receive a schedule 'vhen you get to 'ze academy, and several of 'ze classes are mandatory. However, you do get to choose some electives, 'vhich include: History, Life Skills, Music, Potionry, Puppetmastery, Samurai, and Life Skils. You may choose all 'zat you 'vish."
((Don't worry, I'm a total knuckle-head McSpazz-a-tron, as well, so I s'pose that makes 2 of us! =D And from what I heard, you know Laura. ^^ I understand about your leave, and I hope you come back as soon as possible, so that we may RP some more. =D))
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