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Forum-Index → Roleplay → Guardians RPHe peered at Queen through his glasses, his dark mocha irises punctuated by dark circles under his eyes.
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There was a twisting of the shadows around Koehn, and a pair of sharp yellow eyes peered at him over his shoulder. “Good morning, Koehn.” Rang a soft, female voice, not quite young but not totally that of a middle aged woman. Eclipse’s short, curvy form wasn’t dressed in jewels or a gown, she was dressed rather practically, other than the small feather adornment to her short black hair. Her black tunic was mildly armoured, which wasn’t surprising, due to her status as the heavy hitter on the Elite Team. The sharp violet dash that cut through her semi-dark mocha skin glowed softly, a remnant of her sudden shadow-stepping.
There was a soft click of heels approaching Leona, her mentor’s short white hair all pinned back save for two strands that curled and framed her face. Rubia smiled lightly, holding out a hand. “C’mon. A good student such as yourself shouldn’t skip breakfast.”
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Kela’s mentor was still in bed, still snoring, with Arishamel perched on her head.
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Trying to hide her jealousy at seeing the mentors and her respective soldiers, Kela strode past them without making conversation. She had looked up to her mentor for the briefest time imaginable; the drinking habits and hotheaded temper got on her nerves one too many times for the two to stay together. At least now she did not need help with healing.
Kodiak however, tried to walk back to greet the other guides; he was a social wolf at heart. "No, Kodi, come." Kela commanded, in a gentle but stern voice, "I don't want to dally too long here." When the wolf turned to protest whining in the most pitiful way, his guardian sighed, "After breakfast then. I'm hungry and it's best that I swing down to the medical bay as fast as possible."
A pause, then, "If you go wake up my mentor, then I'll give you an extra piece of bacon." Barking joyfully, with his tail wagging a mile a minute, the fleet-footed grey wolf tore down the hallway toward the barracks once again.
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While Abraxos was not much of a social person, he was embarrassed that he was pretty much left alone in the barracks after everybody had left. Brushing his too-long snow-colored hair into order, and tucking on his usual attire, he welcomed the familiar twittering of his guide. One would be foolish to judge Hyacinthe for her size, for he knew that there was quite a bit of wisdom and brains tucked in there for anyone. The only difficulty he had with Hyacinthe was that the bird was extremely upfront with his opinions, and had the tendency to peck his Guardian whenever he felt the least bit annoyed.
It seemed like today would be one of those days, and Abraxos let out a yelp as Hyacinthe's beak made contact with his wrist. The white haired boy waved the peach and off-white bird away from him instinctively before he set out to find his mentor.
Gerald sat a few seats from his student, Atlas laying across Queen’s feet. He knew some of the other mentors had been eying his student, wishing to swoop in and take advantage of that potential. Gerald wouldn’t have it. He brought dry scrambled eggs to his lips with a scowl.
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Kela for her part, sat near Alraune and Gerald, giving the older man an inclination of the head for respect. She had gotten a reasonably healthy breakfast - there were pieces of bacon laying around for her wolf. She gave him a small smile.
Mika swatted unconsciously at the offending snout, grumbling some obscenities under her breath.
The stag stayed by Leona as Rubia walked down into the mess hall, head held high.
There was a tall man with long grey hair leaning against the wall, waiting for his student. The jagged scars across his throat attested for his silence, and his grey eyes brightened as he watched the young guardians fill the room. Eclipse had assigned him someone promising, at least, that was what she had told him.
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