Goodnight isn't it?

[Cladilla]

The luminous trees drew deep shadows over the docks. The sound of a fallen deer could be heard behind a shrub. Between the dead branches and leaves sat a girl slouched over that same deer. The poor animal almost as pale as snow, still barely matching the girls skin. She stood and licked two bloody fangs which gave off a moan of pleasure. The deer would wake up soon, a little altered but not much.

Black hair fell over her shoulder and blended quickly into her armor. The moon was full and it shined brightly down on small body. A twig cracked, distant movement stopped, the girl turned before quietly swooping into a nearby tree. Tightly folding small angel wings behind her back Cladilla glared at the trees around her. One gloved hand lightly grazed the hilt of one of her swords, ready to react. She looked quickly out at the docks, the heavy mist was slowly coming closer, soon it would be almost impossible for her to find her way home. Hair rising, goosebumps forming, Cladilla shivered but returned her attention to the forest below.

The deer slowly gain consciousness it's color returned to it, everything was back to normal, except for it's now blood red eyes and long razor sharp fangs. It was almost as if the deer heard her breath it quickly bounded in the direction of darkness. So Cladilla sat there waiting, alone, so she thought.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

((I'm just going to toss down a little comment- the way people tend to go about vampires on TMA (which would mean that it's pretty much exhibited in everyone but your character it seems) is that vampirism occurs via exchanged blood instead of just from a bite. The exception would be purebloods... but you said yours was half angel so that rules out the notion of her being a pureblood. I'm just placing that out there as a note to consider.))

An old man slowly shuffled towards Cladilla, dressed in red robes and carrying a walking stick he seemed generally harmless. A silly/crazy smile alighting his expression as he neared the vampiress, he was generally harmless though, simply an old man, not a single sense of anything dangerous about him, no vampirism, no werewolfy-ness, he wasn't elven or anything, he was simply human. An old human man whom looked like he was going to die any second now.... Yep, that geezer was ancient.

Following Satonaro was a person whom seemed wildly different, shading his appearance with a cloak and the only noises accompanying his movement was the clinking of metal against metal, supposedly he was wearing some form of armor underneath the cloak. His eyes were an orangy yellow and the slightest glint was visible. He didn't seem like too overly happy a person and he was also following the old guy like the angel of death might have. His movements naturally like those of a predator and he certainly seemed like something to be wary of.

((*HISS* BAMBI!?!??!!?!? D: D: D: Thumper is very confused.))

[Cladilla]

((Wow I'm terribly sorry, thank you))

Cladilla eased up a bit on her attack. The man seemed completely harmless but as clanging rang in her ears she drew her attention to another man. Dressed in black, the same as her, he looked preoccupied with the old man in front of her. Slowly releasing her grip from the hilt of her sword, she watched, curiously, almost like a small kitten.

Careful to not alarm the group her wings spread and they gentilly helped her descend to the darkness of the forest. Still curious she turned the old man, not sure if he knew about his little "friend." Her mouth opened hesitant on speaking. The man behind the old man gave off a slight burn that ran up and down her tattoo. "May I ask your reason of being out?" She didn't want to be to forward but at the same time she wanted to know.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"You aaaare... That person though, aren't you?" The old man asked, pointing towards Cladilla with a questioning expression on his old face and the slight squinting of his eyes.

"Cladilla, her name is Cladilla." The cloaked man said, shaking his head under the cloak, his voice was dark and rather like the growl of some creature, making him seem rather threatening and dark. Even the way he carried himself made him seem threatening. His eyes looked Cladilla over judgingly for a few seconds before he glanced towards the old man to see what he might do now.

"Ah yes! You, umm..."

"Cladilla."

"Yes, that one! You have been arranged to come to Twilight Moon Academy, were you aware of such things?" the old man asked with a smile on his face, obviously expecting the answer to be a yes.

[Cladilla]

Cladilla was stunned, how did this man know her name. She'd never seen him in her life, and by how her black was crindging beneath all of the burning she'd never faced him before either.

He throat cleared, Twilight Moon Academy, her parent went there and told her countless stories about it. Although, she never expected to ever be envited, she thought it was for pure bloods only. "N-no, not exactly, I've been...sort of side tracked." Her ear picked up the signal of a distant rowing, someone was coming into the dock. By the sound it was about a mile away. Smiling at the old man, and trying not to make eye contact with the dark man she corrected her posture, and confidently replied. "I'm honored that you chose me," Cladilla never had seemed to get over the chivilirous (?) attitudute. Although being a woman, she was one of the many knights that helped protect her village.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

((**chivalrous, luv))

"Well then if you would like to follow us, we'll be headed to the campus where you can start your career as a student." the ancient man nodded assuringly, "That way!" he pointed off into the woods with a shaky old arm. He was promptly corrected by the tall stranger who simply and easily picked up Satonaro, turned him, and set him down so he'd be facing the right direction. In all honesty the actions of the cloaked one made him seem more bored than anything.

"My name is Tamir, and this one here is named Satonaro." The tall dark one said in his growling voice, standing in his place as he awaited Cladilla to decide whether or not to follow. He seemed rather cold to Cladilla but it was likely that it was just his way of things.

[Cladilla]

((Terribly sorry, spelling isn't my specialty))

Cladilla nodded giving a sort of nervous glance at the old man. Hoping he knew his way around this forest. It was almost as if she lived in this forest, and all her time here she never once saw anything that looked like a school. Seconds ticked by before Cladilla finally made up her mind and turned to Tamir, who obviously knew his way around the forest. "Show me the way," Her head turned back at Satonaro, then to the falling moon. Day was coming and she had been out the entire night, they would need to hurry to the school or else she may lag because of being sleep deprived.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Tamir followed behind the group, preferring to keep an eye on everyone and having nobody behind his back, "We'll be taking transportation to the Ghost Shipyards since teleportation directly to the school is prohibited." actually teleporting to the school grounds was excessively easy, almost to the point where you'd think they wanted people to do so but the truth was that it was a good way to figure out who was going to Twilight Moon that wasn't supposed to be there. Made things simpler than the posting sentries method that's so avidly used. Besides, it was either teleportation or the secret magics that allowed people to even find Twilight Moon by other purposes.

Satonaro lead the group to a light blue circle etched into the ground, tiny ghost-like flames licked at the edges of the circle but they gave off no heat so whatever it was some kind of magic dripping up from the circle and dissipating into the air. Whoever's work it was could probably be narrowed down to Satonaro or Tamir, yet you still would likely have problems discerning the handiwork from one of the two of them. Especially when you knew nothing about them. Tamir's powers were varied and he always seemed to have some power or another he's told nobody about, meanwhile Satonaro's powers even now remain a complete mystery. Nobody's ever seen him do any sort of magic. It was rather amazing in all honesty.

[Cladilla]

Her feet touched the ground lightly, wings fluttered then drew calm. Her ears sounded in on all of the environment, all she seemed to comprehend were a couple of squirels, and a boat that seemed to have disappeared. The noise bothered her and as he walked her fingers medled with the locks of the earrings, slowly hooking them to a piece of clothing.

The blue circle appeared before them and her eyes drew wide, the reflection of the flames danced in her eyes. For some reason fire always amazed her, if she ever could she wished she could learn how to control fire it's self. The closer they came though the stranger it was, no heat, no burn, no...nothing. Reaching down Cladilla let her hand graze through the blue flames, mesmurized bye how cool it turned to be. Once in the circle she turned to Satonaro but quickly changed her mind and switched to Tamir, "So now what?" A thin black eye brow rose on her forehead, almost completely invisible due to the darkness of the forest and the world around them.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Tamir stood in the circle, as did Satonaro, "We need to get to the Ghost Shipyard." he shrugged, "And I'd suggest you ask your teacher the questions instead of me." Tamir stated, motioning towards Satonaro whom was apparently to be Cladilla's teacher. It was rather odd that the silly old man was the teacher here, but hey- who knew, this TMA might just be a rather backwards place.

Satonaro smiled, he seemed to be missing a tooth or two, he was just a crazy old man, really. His hand shaking so the staff he held rustled the leaves on the ground, making a slight crunching noise, "Oh, and Clara- we're going to have to make your schedule before we get to Twilight Moon." he mentioned, "Don't let me forget, okay?"

"Her name isn't Clara, it's Cladilla." Tamir corrected, not sounding too happy at the current moment, it could be guessed that Tamir's job was to make sure Satonaro didn't get himself killed though in all honesty the job was kind of opposite. His job was to make sure Satonaro didn't die in an inconvenient location... like a fire exit or something.

"Be quiet Jimmy, I think I'd know my own student's name." and in a burst of movement he whipped the staff up and hit Tamir over the head with the staff and there was a dull metallic noise when the staff made contact. Satonaro must have hit Tamir pretty hard with the staff, much harder than seemingly possible for the frail old man. Luckily- Tamir was wearing a helmet of some sort, leading one to imagine that Satonaro beat people over the head rather often.

[Cladilla]

"Oh...sorry," Her eyes looked up at the stars so the fact of not having to look at Tamir again. She hated to be embarrassed but at the same time, who didn't?

Time ticked by and Cladilla couldn't help to role her eyes at the obvious name mistakes. He seemed just like her elders, wise but at the same time completely crazy.

As Satonaro gave a sudden wack of warning Cladilla gave a sudden quick step back, he was crazy. Her hand rested gentilly on the hilt of one of her swords, because of the power that Tamir gave off Cladilla had to be extra careful of someone attacking. She shouldn't be worried though, apparently if there was an attack she bet the old geizer and Tamir would be able to handle it.

She cleared her throat and softly messaged the back of her neck before twisting it and turning to Satonaro. "So, what type of classes are there? I bet it's ben quite a while since my parents have been there, so it's probably changed a bit." This was a sort of akward conversation for her, one of the two people looked like the slightest twitch of his wrist could kill her on the spot, and the other, well he looked like he should suddenly break in to song.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

(Satonaro breaking out into song? It's happened before... admittedly it was just in his thoughts... but hey- 'I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts' deserves to be noted... it's the perfect song for a crazy person.)

"Well every student takes Magic, Weaponry, Alchemy, Beastry, Master Class and a break period." Satonaro nodded, he'd gone over schedules enough to at least not forget that. "You can choose either Music, History, or Potionry for your optional seventh period class." Satonaro nodded a bit as he seemed to drift off into some little thought, his eyes starting to stare off into nothing and his mouth hanging open, if one was a bit paranoid they'd assume that he was dying or something but of course it wasn't the case, any vampire would have been able to hear the healthy heart was still alive. Which was odd, he seemed so healthy for a human man over one hundred years old.

Meanwhile Tamir lowered the hood of his cloak, the dent in his helm was visible and it was apparent that Satonaro wasn't exactly as weak as he was made out to be. Tamir silently removed the metal helmet from his head unhappily, his eyes showing his mild annoyance at the current moment and from the look of the helmet he wore that was riddled with little marks of where dents were mended and fixed, he was beaten by Satonaro quite a bit. Well, needless to say, Tamir wasn't wearing the helmet so a description of his face was in order. He had a strong face, not disgusting strong like you would imagine him a bodybuilder or something, he was actually kind of gentle in appearance, seeming very much like a normal person except for the bright yellowish orange slitted eyes of course. The thing about the cloak was that it was enchanted to hide how he really looked with how he used to look. In appearance he was perhaps in his early twenties and not that bad looking either. Some might consider it a shame he was a teacher.