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~St Venti's School for the Magically Gifted~
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → ~St Venti's School for the Magically Gifted~In a tall, tall tower made of stone, covered in ivy-
With tall glass windows, shining bright yellow light-
And a curved dark roof-
Lay a small, mahogany desk, accompanied by a small, mahogany chair.
On that small, mahogany desk, were a few sheets of paper.
These papers were very important.
On the papers, there was a list.
Of all the students, and their weaknesses, if known.
No one knows how they obtained this information, but it's all there.
And at the bottom, is a short few sentences.
List of Mentally Troubled Students.
If this information falls into the wrong hands, it could cause chaos.
These children are extremely dangerous.
The list went on for a short amount of time, then towards the bottom, read:
Subject No.11: Genya Anikatia Mirej. Weakness: UNKNOWN. Info: Murderer.
Subject No.12: Lin Mizayaki. Weakness: Silver. Moonlight. Info: Known Werewolf.
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Sitting before that desk, Stacy idly flipped through the pages, reading each name. Behind him, an enormous person stood, hairy arms crossed.
Stacy finally shut the files and yawned, giving an enormous stretch. "Ah! This whole thing's been murder on me. I haven't gotten sleep in ages." He spun around on his swivel chair, turning to face the enormous person.
It was a werewolf, downturned muzzle staring directly at Stacy, nearly twice his height. Stacy grinned. "Geez, so serious. You wolves always are. You should really get some shut-eye too." Stacy yawned again. The wolfman continued staring at him. Stacy wrinkled his nose. "Okay, then." He turned. Like I needed a bodyguard for such a personal project- which one of these nutcases could actually harm me?
Then his eyes caught on another name listed. Oh.
Well, figures Mirej'd be on here. Everyone was, wasn't they? Even
Everything's coming together nicely.
The werewolf suddenly got the urge to whimper. How silly. They were full-grown. They hadn't been a pup in ages, and uttered so less a howl of rage. But... for some reason, they felt that something truly terrible was coming.
And right around the corner.
She sniffed the air, then wrinkled her nose.
She growled quietly.
"Werewolf."
She whispered, and slinked off to the woods.
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Mirej, her face red and puffy from crying, walked out of her dorm.
She sat in the field, intertwining blades of grass together.
Her arms were shaking.
"Having trouble with your promise?" Isla sat down beside her in the grass and took the handful she'd been playing with. "Not like this will help, you know."