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[Anna Demidov]

The junior walked into the school wide part. And here, she had thought it would be somewhat of a flop. No, the whole place had a nice feel to it. Sure, it was their first month or so of school, so the students had obviously deserved this. The first semester had been different for Anna, nothing at all like her old school. However, she was finding it to be a bit comforting. This place, the Academy, it was her home now. These students, although she had fought some of them, were her friends. It was something that took her by surprise. Anna loved the Academy.

She headed over to the punch bowl, a little bit thirsty. The young woman had come not as a maid, which was so typically kinky. However, she was sure that Gage would have loved to see that, something that would have had her cheeks a bright red. That jerk, he just loved to make her feel embarrassed. Instead, the woman had spiced it up with an old classic - the bad cop. Her boots were tight against her calves. The fabric was just as equally as tight against her chest and her body. She had a pair of handcuffs and a nice hat, followed by the aviator shades. Although she was a good girl, for the most part, Anna wore the bad girl costume well. She turned around, sipping on her drink, scanning the crowd for someone she knew. Evee was supposed to show up, her fighter unit, but had experienced a wardrobe malfunction and told Anna to go without her.


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[Conner Miller]

A quite laugh escaped a rather larger student's mouth as he had his hand cupped over something he held, protectively placed in front of him. The three, irate freshmen girls couldn't have hoped to catch him, but they did their hardest for sure. A quick glance to his hands, he slipped around a corner before stowing his self beneath the stairwell. His fingers untangled to reveal a young, but large spider. It was rather hairy, almost fluffy, looking up at him with huge, questioning eyes. Almost as if to say, Why must you constantly stress me out? "Good, you're okay cutie," he whispered. His stormy blue eyes flicked back to open space beside him, ears flicked back to catch any sound. Just as he thought, the girls dashed up the stairs.

Conner had to try very hard this time to suppress a snort. Looking back to the spider, he still wondered why he hadn't yet been able to place her breed. For some reason, the jock had a noticeable obsession with spiders. She was the size of a baby tarantula, which he mainly assumed she was, as she continued to grow steadily on the diet he constantly fed her. But she had the agility and face of a jumping spider. Regardless, he loved her. "Okay baby, try to just stay on my shoulder. You can hide in my hair again, but try to stay out of my ears, it tickles too much."

The spider, Philomena, often called Filo, was much more intelligent than most actually realized. She picked up on much that Conner said, and perhaps, his powers helped to play a role. He had certainly bonded well to the little lady, and was quite protective of her. She crawled up his arm, to sit on his shoulder, her small limbs by her mouth fidgeting with a piece of fuzz, playing with it.

Checking the hall, he walked out, unaware that there was a school hosted Halloween party and that he was headed right to it. At the moment, he was wearing a white tank under a partly buttoned flannel, beat jeans, and dark book work boots. He hadn't shaven, so his face had a rather cute scruffy look to it at the moment.

When he walked into the large room, he automatically felt out of place. Not uncomfortable, but he certainly lacked a costume. But he continued walking, not thrown for a loop by the fact that he had just stumbled into the school's Halloween party. "Hey Filo, How does a lumberjack sound? I can almost always pull that look off, right?" The young arachnid just stared up at him, trying to pull the now large fuzzball off of her fangs and mouth. "You're a nut," he chuckled, helping her pull it off. She still continued to play with it though, but she no longer had the urge to bite it.

Glancing around, he spotted someone with long black hair. New girl, for sure. He'd been here the past two years. He had a bad reputation for brutality, but was nonetheless friendly, flirty, and certainly not a horrible person. Jerk? Yes, but not intentionally mean.... Maybe when he felt it was necessary. The only time one didn't want to be anywhere near him was in a fight. Back alley, stadium, staged, or maybe someone had royally pissed him off; only time such at those was he truly a terrifying, malicious, and cruel individual. Friend or foe, when it came to the training right, all bets were off.

"Hey there, ma'am. Am I gonna get arrest for flirting with you? I mean, I ain't a fan of the hand cuffs, but I generally can't help myself." The muscular teen had an impish grin on his face as he leaned on the table behind her, grabbing himself a drink, very sneakily pouring a little something from his pocket in. He swirled it a bit before he put it to his lips. Sitting it down for a moment, Conner rolled up his sleeves. "There, more like a Lumberjack." He was harmlessly flirting with Miss Cop, merely trying to strike up a conversation, even if the punch he had spiked the cup of punch in his hand. "What I wouldn't give for a cigarette right now," he mumbled under his breath. Cigar would do as well, but he needed to know he if he'd get in trouble for lighting a fat boy right now.




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[Anna Demidov]

Her eyes had not stopped scanning the little party. All in all, it was successful. Something that her old school had sponsored, yes, but never with so much zeal. Her boots would surely have the woman’s feet in pain by the end of the night. They were leather – or maybe it was the fake sort – and stuck to her claves, showing them off nicely. Anna was on the shorter side when it came to females, so when she had the opportunity to wear heels and have them be somewhat practical, she jumped at the chance. With the help of her fighter, Anna had devised her costume, narrowing it down between the cop and a pirate one. Deciding that a cop would look better on her, she had chosen that one. Evee had definitely helped her a lot, although Anna was sure that her fighter unit was not coming as a completed pair. No, that was far too couple-y for the sacrifice. Although she loved Eventide, the junior was not the kind of person to do something so cliché.

She had been accepted into the Academy with only about two years left of her education. That was fine and dandy and all. She knew that some of the pairs had been here for ages, but the young woman was fine with being a newbie. Anna was a quick learner, one to put knowledge to good use. She was not quite itching for a fight, but she was the kind that would only accept for good cause. Perhaps a practice one. Now that she thought of it, she had yet to discuss the tournament. Would Evee go with her? Would they fight? It wasn’t something like Anna to do so, and yet, a part of her wanted to see it. Afraid of messing up, that was for sure. To do so in front of the whole school would simply be, in a word, mortifying. Anna was hoping that Evee would say yes. Although it wasn’t up to her fighter, Anna liked to talk things over with her anyway.

The cup went to her lips again, the punch red. It was fruity, almost like kool aid or something like that, but with a tangier taste to it. The red liquid made her throat feel better. She had been suffering from a cold the past week and was close to getting over it. Her overall personality was warm, moderately playful, and good-hearted. Anna just wanted to have fun, and she was almost a social butterfly. She had no issues with cussing or breaking any sort of rules, although she drew the line at drugs and alcohol. She wasn’t a bad girl, grades were important to the sacrifice, very much so. Her attention was drawn to the young man that had begun to speak to her. He looked older, though not by much. He could either be in her grade or a senior. His outfit was interesting, a bit more relaxed than hers. Anna had to admit, it looked good on the guy. As he spoke, she couldn’t help but smile, which was then followed by a little laugh. Lowering the little cup, Anna took the time to read into his words, formulating a slow response. He was practically beautiful, though something about him told Anna to tread lightly. He was playful, something that she would able to build a response off of.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to book you,” she said, a sly smirk on her lips. Her free hand twirled the metal handcuffs, where they slowed down and clanged after only a few twirls. She tucked them in her belt, looking up at the man. He was a lot taller than she was, almost a foot to her eyes, just judging. She smiled at him, as it became less of a smirk and more of an interested grin. “You look as though you didn’t know there was a dance.” There was an amused tone to her voice. Her tail curled up behind her, before the tip began to lightly twitch back and forth. She heard him mutter something. Was that a cigarette the young man had mentioned? “I’m Anna, sacrifice of Ageless,” she introduced herself. The young woman gave him a slightly mocking toast with her glass. “And who might you be? This goes on your permanent record, you know.” Another small laugh from her, followed by the jingling of her handcuffs.

[Fern Hollow]

She would be the only one to show up without anything that could even pass as a costume, just a t-shirt emblazoned with one of the worst jokes possible (a pencil and a sharpener.."Love Hurts")..that sort of thing.), but the gray article fit her comfortably, hugging her in a way that was faintly reassuring, and jeans. Well, she at least had a hat, some silly, ear-flaps included thing with a pair of bunny ears of the top. It would have to do, she guessed, pulling it further down on her head to cover the mess she called her hair. Well, it was better than nothing, even if it was stupid. Fern couldn't help it...she was just a terrible flop at holidays in general. Most of them had been spent alone growing up, and well..no one at this school was teaching her how to catch up on lost childhood events. Seeing as she wasn't known for her self-help skills, it was all touch-and-go here, and she wasn't about to ask anyone for help. That would just be stupid, and the junior was anything but.

She was just...deprived.

That was a good word for it. Much nicer than saying the real thing, and it would be left at that. For the longest time, she'd been lingering by the doors, ready to make a quick exit if anyone she couldn't stand came close...or vice versa. But there had to be enough people here that she either didn't know or amused her to hell and back, so she would stay, and eventually move away from the door. After earning a few stares, possibly because of her current location..or maybe it was the hat, she shoved herself away from the wall and the doors, scanning the place for anyone who seemed worthy of her time and attention..or food. Food would be lovely, maybe something to drink, and oh goodie. There was a little pair hanging out by her location of choice, but she would have to go over there anyway.

Maybe she'd actually talk to them..she kind of knew them..but not well enough to remember names or whether or not she liked them or they liked her. It was worth a shot anyway, and she was just so thirsty. "Gah." She groaned to herself, wandering closer in small increments, eyeing the two up as she grabbed a drink, trying her best to keep from bumping into them and failing, as she nearly lost her balance right in front of them.

"Oh um..."she coughed. "Sorry?" Fern stood up straighter, tugged at the wrinkles in her previously pristine shirt and waited. "I didn't interrupt much, did I? I mean..since when did cops and lumberjacks have friendly relations?" Well, it was a fail, but if they could deal with her terrible humor, then they passed..she would talk to them then...and well, if they didn't...

She always had the door.

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[Eventide Infinit]

After a fight with her costume Eventide was finally making her way down to the gym for the dance. She was formulating the apology she would give her fighter once there. She didn't want to make her leave without her, But she certainly didn't want Anna to be stuck there with her all night helping her get her costume on. "Damn spandex..." She mumbled under her breath. In all honesty Evee was very nervous right now, She had never been to a school dance in her life. Let alone in an outfit like this.

Would people judge her? Make fun of her? She had no clue, But the thing she was most afraid of was the men. Yes she'd picked out a cute costume, A pumpkin thief, but it was for Anna not those gawkers. She wondered if she would end up snapping on a boy and ruining the whole night for Anna. She hoped that wouldn't happen. She fixed her hair a bit as she stepped into the gym. She began to scan the dimly lite room, searching for her fighter.

Her heart practically stopped when she saw where Anna was, more so who she was with. A man a male. Evee's worst nightmare come to life. I knew i shouldn't have let her leave before me... she thought grinding her teeth and making her way over to where Anna stood. Trying as best she could to keep her cool.

[Alex Blake]

[bg=336666][atrb=width,400,true] Click for Pic! Alex Blake For a moment he hesitated outside of the doors to the dance- what was he even doing here? He wasn't going to dance, he didn't know anybody....But Dorian wanted him here...God, he was going to kill that kid if he didn't show up, that was for sure. He'd spent the whole afternoon stressing out about what the hell he was going to wear. After driving himself crazy and finding nothing good he'd decided to just wing it- as a cat demon he already had half the costume. Now, with pointed fangs that poked out of the corner of his lips and hazy purple/gray tiger stripes covering every inch of exposed body. he stood just outside the dance. A black muscle shirt with claw marks ripping it over his chest and a loose fitting pair of khakis that hung off his curvy waste line was all he had for clothing save his shoes. In truth the clothing made him look good, showing off the strong build that his lean, curvacious form had. With his hair falling in silken tresses down his neck he pushed the doors open and stepped into the dance hall. He hated social events like this, hated having to make a fool of himself by dressing up like this...So why was he here? Damn Dorian and that face he'd made when they'd spoken about this- Alex just couldn't resist. Finding himself with a suddenly very dry throat the 16 year old decided it would be best to find the refreshment table- and just his luck, it was on the other side of the room.Skirting around the edges of the room, careful to avoid eye contact with anyone while dodging the bodies around him. Once in a while Alex would chance a glance around the room, hoping to see the pierced ears of his Sacrifice, or at the very least catch the jingle of one of the bells he wore, but nothing- Alex had arrived too soon. "Great..." he snarled to himself. Who knew how long he would be standing here like an idiot before Dorian arrived and rescued him from this miserable night. When he finally reached the table, which was rather crowded, it took a moment to squeeze by the group to actually reach the punch bowl. Just as he was about to reach for a cup though, someone bumped him. He had been about to snap a warning at them, but the suddenly very familiar scent of a girl stopped him half way. It was Anna. Her outfit was shockingly stunning, and his golden eyes found themselves drifting over her body. "Damn Anna- nice costume." he said with a crooked grin, the pointed canines glistening as the lights above reflected off them. The day he'd met this girl he knew she would be special to him. He'd never had a girl that was as close to him as her, and he valued their friendship more than almost anything. She was kind, patient, and she never tried to control him. The day they'd spent in the Gardens came back to him, and seeing so much of her exposed made him wonder just why he hadn't taken that offer to go back to her room. 'Because it was a joke dumbass' he chided himself mentally, ' and because of Dorian...' . He wasn't sure how his Sacrifice would take to him having such a close relationship to another, but he didn't really care- Anna was his friend, and that was that.

[Conner Miller]

Conner smiled in such a mischievous manner, one would have thought a little devil was behind that gorgeous grin. It was almost more than half true. But he was honest enough, and he was just in for fun this evening. "Well, damn babe. Suppose I should throw all my contraband up and out for ya?" At that point, he pulled out a lighter and more than a few knives. He had three different firearms on his person, but those were staying concealed. "I've got another big weapon, but I doubt you wanna see that right now," he chuckled. It was a pretty easy innuendo to catch onto. As others began to filter over, his shoulders started to become a bit tense. Okay. Just another chick, though she seemed a bit nervous. He could certainly deal with that. "Ah, two ladies to introduce myself to. Perhaps this really may be a party. Conner Miller is my name. Just another fighter. Yeah, you might have heard about me and my nasty reputation, but I only let myself indulge the wild side when I'm allowed, or when poor Filo is getting death threats. She's a real good girl."

He glanced over his shoulder as he heard jaws grinding. What was with this skimpy white haired broad? Chip on her shoulder, that much was obvious. He couldn't deal with the over protective friend right now, so he focused his attention back on the two women in front of him. "So you don't need to frisk me, I'll start stripping." A playful grin was on his scruffy, sculpted features. The room light only helped to add to his looks, as the smooth skin was taught over the chiseled torso. The red flannel came off slowly, so that the scars and exquisite musculature was revealed deliberately. Mr. Miller was quite the specimen. The scars only made his brute form more intimidating to a fellow competitor. Burns from his father's cigar, jagged scars from where he had been thrown out a window on the second floor, knife wounds, and even a rather nasty star shaped mark from a bullet was visible. Oh, he was certainly a bad boy. The tank may have come off if the pale, striped boy didn't come up at that very moment. At six feet and four inches, Conner towered over the other boy. Conner might break him of he hugged him too roughly. A snort of annoyance escaped him as his canine ear laid back a bit, tail held quite still behind him. Up until now, it had been wagging a good bit. Great. This kid was going to ruin his conversation was he?

"Perhaps you would do well to acknowledge the others around your friend," he stated, being more polite than he usually was. These two wouldn't want to watch a verbal beat down. "Conner Miller," he stuck out his hand, expecting the gesture to be returned. Conner's grip would be on the verge of painful, illuminating the fact that he was here first. His pet was content on his now bare shoulder.



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[Anna Demidov]

The young woman gave him a cheeky smile, one that matched the mischievous gaze that swept over his body. There was that bad boy feel about this so called lumberjack that just had her drawn to him. Her tail curled up behind her, the tip of it twitching slightly. Her fur was longer than most, but only by a little bit. Her ears were just a tad too big for her head – because of that, she often held the innocent naïve look. Not tonight, though. No, Anna was definitely playing on the sexy cop. It felt good, she just felt so liberated. She usually wasn’t that kind of a kinky person. The sacrifice knew how to have a good time, sure, but nothing like this. After all, Anna still had her ears.

Looking over his weapons, the young woman shook her head mockingly. “I’m afraid that I’ll have to book you, for being a bit too sexy and carrying too much contraband.” Anna had a small grin, her lips tugged up in a little amusement. Oh, he was cute, very good looking. The sacrifice had no doubt about that. She noticed just how antsy he seemed to get – so tense. Was there something wrong with socializing? Maybe he was like Alex, who didn’t really get out much. Yet, the fighter was flirting with her, so that couldn’t be the whole reason. Her free hand went to help the other girl who had stumbled before her, though the help wasn’t needed. Anna smiled at her, kind and sweet for the most part. She laughed softly, shaking her head. “No, no, no friendly relations at all. I was just contemplating making an arrest tonight.” Her voice was filled with obvious amusement, though it wasn’t at Fern’s predicament. The young woman introduced herself again. “I’m Anna, nice to meet you.” Taking in the girl’s costume, her smile only grew. The sacrifice before her looked familiar. “Oh! You’re in my specials class, right? You’re a sacrifice.” It was a pleasure to recognize someone. Something about it just made the junior feel better about herself. Turning back to Conner, Anna noticed the spider, and suppressed a small shudder.

“Pleasure to meet you, Conner,” Anna smiled, sipping from her punch again. “No, I think I’ll frisk you regardless,” the woman laughed. Of course she was only half joking. It was a challenge to the lumberjack, wondering if he would take her up on it. As he began to strip, Anna turned to Evee, her eyes wide with excitement and happiness. Oh good, her fighter had made it. Anna gave her a small reassuring hug, an extra squeeze in there for good measure. “Relax, Evee. You’re getting so worked up.” It didn’t take a genius to see how her fighter was practically bristling like a cat ready to fight. “Your costume seemed to have worked out for you.” There was a definite purr to her voice, one of satisfaction and pride. However, Anna turned back to Conner, her eyes wide, her mouth opening slightly even as her lips curled up into a definite smirk. “Put that shirt back on, that’s an order,” she teased the older guy. It was impossible not to admire his physical fitness, the way the shirt had to be peeled off his muscles.

Almost subconsciously, the sacrifice fixed her fighter’s hair, brushing the extremely light locks from her face. She did look stunning in her costume. It had most definitely been worth the wait. Hopefully, Eventide would relax. Anna turned as she heard Alex’s voice, her lips curving into the smile that reached her eyes, lit up the red-brown irises more than any other. “Alex!” It was an acknowledgement of pure delight. This was a real treat, a real treat indeed. There was so mistaking that crooked grin of his, the teasing in his words. “Nice to see you too,” she said to him, knowing full well what he had meant by that remark. He too was greeted with a hug, just like usual – tight, warm, with her chin on his shoulder for a moment too long. Her tail curled with delight, she was pleased to have her little circle here. The little almost social butterfly was positively delighted, and it showed on her face. There was no mistaking the animosity in the air, between Evee and the men, and then between the two guys themselves. Silly. Turning to Fern, Anna gave a small shrug. “I think you’re in another class of mine, too…” The young woman said to her, trying to recall which one. There were so many faces here at the academy.

[Dorian Maietta]

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How typical it had been of him to spend so much extra time fussing with his hair. Really now, maybe there was some merit after all, to all these remarks he’d gotten in the past about being ‘worse than a girl’. His outfit was… Nothing that any of the other guys would be wearing, that was for damn sure. It had been a labor of love, getting everything just right for this. He’d done exactly what he’d told Alex he was going to do; Dress up as a nurse. The dress itself was solid white with the high collar that was expected of ‘classic’ nurse’s outfits. Double-breasted, two rows of silver buttons rand vertically down the front, the edges of the dress itself were lined in red, to match the multiple layers of tulle that gave the outfit more body around the ruffles at its bottom. The outfit clung tight to his body, until the skirts floofed out at the lower half of the dress. Sleeveless and backless, Dorian was more than pleased with the way it left the mock-cello scars tattooed on his lower back visible. Had he been anyone else, he might have been worried about the fact it just barely fell halfway to his knees. But he wasn’t anyone else. Besides, he had a pair of solid black shorts on underneath it, almost-appallingly short as they were. They couldn’t be seen underneath the dress, and that was all that mattered, hm? The double buckled, white and red mary-janes were a little difficult to walk in at first, but he’d adjusted rather quickly, and could move around without any effort, now. So much light colored fabric contrasted quite nicely with the subtle tan of his skin. Really, he was quite proud of himself. Striding down the hallway and humming some made up tune to himself, he adjusted the knee-highs that matched the coloring of his shoes, and the ribbon draped nurse’s cap on his head. The clack of his heels kept the time, along with the gentle ting of the little bell, always dangling from one of the silver hoops in his cat ears. He was curious, you see. Had his fighter really bothered going at all? Maybe, maybe not. If he had, well that was great. If not… That would be alright, too. It would be something he could pout at him for, later on. He giggled to himself, dabbing at his the barely-there pink gloss on his lips with the tip of his tongue as he pushed the doors open. It didn’t really matter what happened, at this point. He’d made sure to toss back a few adderall before he’d left his dorm. He felt fucking great. His brain was happy, and he’d pulled off the outfit pretty well. There was even a capped scalpel tucked into a pocket that was hidden by the folds of the dress’s skirts. For the sake of the outfit’s ‘realistic-ness’… Or something. Not that it was anywhere close to being realistic. Wandering aimlessly for a moment, the thick, single ringlet that his side ponytail had been curled into swished over his shoulder with each movement. There was little to no distinguishing him from a very flat chested girl. And with him being the way he was, Dorian thought it was funny. Stretching himself out for a moment, curious hazel eyes flickered from face to face, checking for any that looked familiar. Oh! There! He was over there. But… Oh? The Italian stiffened at the sight of some other… Thing hanging all over his fighter. His eyes narrowed, but other than that he hadn’t reacted, save for a few choice swears he’d hissed under his breath. No, no. ‘Be a good boy’, right? Shit, he should have taken a few more of those pretty little pills. Making his way towards his fighter, he ignored the others in the group, for now. He could ogle the other guy later. Important things were happening now, right? Dorian made a point of shooting the handsy girl a sharp glare of absolute loathing, before readjusting his glasses and bouncing up behind Alex with an ecstatic smile and a jingle of his earring. ”You didn’t forget~? I’m glad~!” Wasting no time in coiling both his arms around one of Alex’s, his wide hazel eyes blinked up at him in what almost seemed like apology. Knowing him… No, it probably wasn’t. ”I took a little longer than I’d meant to. This was a hard outfit to deal with, y’know~?” There was that playful lilt in his voice as he faked a pout and leaned into his fighter’s side. It didn’t show on his face, but he was angry. Dorian was absolutely livid. Tilting his head enough to glance at the girl from the corner of his eyes, jealousy mingled with the mock-curiosity in his expression. ”Mh? Who’zzat?”

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[Eventide Infinit]

Finally Eventide had gotten to where Anna was. Standing by her side and shooting a glare at the male who'd obviously been flirting with her. Disgusting male. She thought as she looked over his half-nakedness. She tried to keep her cool for Anna. Taking a few deep breaths. but the words being exchanged between the two made it hard. Evee was slowly becoming more and more livid. She ground her teeth together trying to keep her cool.

But the second Anna turned away from her, She lost it. "just who do you think you are?" She hissed at the larger man. She took a step towards him. "You think you can just waltz in here and hit on every girl that gives you a glance!?" She clenched her fists. "Keep it in your pants you disgusting bastard!!" She yelled at him giving him a rough push. "Get out of here!" She hissed. Judging by the look on the mans face. She knew that she was probably in for a fight.

[Conner Miller]

Conner turned back to Anna, that debonair smirk back on his lips. "Frisk me all you want, darling. I don't mind so long as it's you." He lifted his arms up and did a quick turn about. "Is the madam okay with what she sees?" Casually, he hooked a finger into his back belt loop and tugged his pants back up. As a long haired individual approached, an eyebrow lifted, wondering what the slender lady was doing in such a skimpy outfit, walking up to the group with eyes lit up like she'd been scorned. The brawny fighter did not yet notice that this was not simply a lady missing a rack just yet. Until he heard the voice.

Abashed for what would appear for no reason, his ears laid back a bit and his cheeks warmed just slightly. It was at that point the lovely Filo decided she wanted to play in the plush fur of his strangely sensitive ears. Immediately, he bit his lower lip and shook his head wildly. "You know better," he mumbled, holding back a fit of laughter. She became tangled in his thick, brown hair, but he was no longer at her mercy. He'd rather not seem too easily manipulated.

Not quite focused on the sacrifice as he'd been before, he was taken aback when the white haired chick started on him. His tail ceased to wag and his expression because menacing. The shove at the end of her rant only enraged him further. It was unfortunate, but Conner had never been known for having patience, or good control of his short fuse. He would hit a girl back, he wasn't sexist. Sure, he'd been slapped, but a girl getting in his face and trying to push him around for just fooling around? There was no way that was going to fly.

He took a step forward, looming over her with his face set in a scowl. From outside, the situation had to look bleak; at 225 pounds, and all of it muscle, he could tote her over his head like a tray of plates. The number of scars and how nasty a good few of them looked only made him look more violent. "Listen, b****, if you're gonna start sh*t with me, let's take it outside. I don't need the administration breathing down my neck again. I got my ears, unlike you. I ain't whipping anything out, am I? You better ease up outta my face before something bad happens." It wasn't just a threat, unfortunately. It was more of a fight being promised if she didn't back off. He hadn't even done anything except for some harmless flirting. And he didn't plan on yielding to her.




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[Anna Demidov]

Anna had barely removed herself from Alex when she heard Evee begin to scream at the young man who had been flirting with her. She sent Alex a look of apology, murmuring a small sorry in his ear. Why couldn't Evee calm down? Her fighter tended to be so uptight about her -- but anything else and Eventide was all for it. The junior turned to talk to her partner, although the glare that the new nurse sent her had her glowering right back. At first it was a small glare, and then she felt her lips turn into a small smirk. Well then. Someone was a bit possessive of Alex.. And she heard the voice. Oh, so then this had to be Dorian. Anna was sure that Alex would punch the next kid who touched him like that. She was a very rare exception. It appeared she had warmed his heart to her, which greatly pleased the sacrifice.

The young woman curled her lip into a small sneer as she turned away. Damn. She had not meant to betray just how ruffled her feathers were at the presence of the fighter of Temperless. Anna held in a small growl, her tail flicking back and forth in anger before Conner had even erupted into a small outburst. Well, that was even more fantastic than having Evee angry. She saw the scowl that loomed over his very attractive face. Anna’s ears pressed against the back of her head, a low growl arising in her throat. These things happened, yes, but the sacrifice wasn’t going to put up with either one of these two. She had her fighter all bristled, and the man wasn’t going to take any sort of crap from her.

Stepping between the two quickly, her hands were on their chests, near their collar bones. “Enough,” Anna hissed quietly. Her gaze was angry as she looked at her fighter. Evee had embarrassed her, yes. But more importantly, she didn’t want to see her life partner get beat up by some guy that had been more than welcome to hit on herself. Anna sighed, stepping away from the two, grabbing Eventide by her upper arm. “If you can excuse us a minute.” And then she spoke to Evee, “Walk.” Unlike her usually kind self, Anna had toted the young bleach-blonde haired woman away before anyone could object. The two exited the dance out into the hall where Conner had previously come from. Her warm eyes were blazing with a fury that was rarely seen from the sacrifice.

Her voice was low enough that the conversation was private, but also that Evee would be able to hear and understand what she was saying. This was not Anna speaking anymore; no, this was the sacrifice of Ageless that had welled up and was going to deliver a good verbal smack down to her fighter. “What has gotten into you? He was doing nothing wrong, Evee. I was flirting back. He wasn’t hurting me.” Her first words were soft. Then they became a bit of a hiss, sterner, and a bit angrier. “You will behave yourself. You are going to calm down right now. I will not have any more outbursts like that from you again. That is an order. You embarrassed me tonight. Now, chin up, calm the fuck down, and unwind your panties. Because if he hits you, that means I have to get involved, no matter how much you’d deserve it. I want no more of that. Understand me?” Anna said to her.

She had crossed her arms, tail lashing from side to side out of anger and humiliation. She was talking to her fighter, scolding her like a parent would a child. Well, this was most certainly a new relationship that must be sorted out. After a few moments of the silent treatment, Anna drew her close, hugging her tightly. “You’re my best friend. But please don’t get all defensive. If I need you, I will call on you for help, through our bond. I promise, Evee.” Anna brushed some of the fighter’s hair away from her face. Now she was tender, sweet. Oh, how the sacrifice couldn't stand to be the bad guy for too long.

“You look beautiful tonight.” Her lips curled up into a small smile. Truly, Evee did look stunning. She had put the effort into her appearance and Anna knew it was all for her. "Now, let's get back in there, hm?" And she looped her arm with Eventide's, dragging her back into the fray.

[Alex Blake]

Underway- sorry for te disapearing act

[Alex Blake]

[bg=336666][atrb=width,400,true] Click for Pic! Alex Blake He smiled into her as she wrapped her arms around him, capturing him in that hug that was reserved just for him. He knew that he wasn't special to her, like she was to him. Anna liked almost everybody, including him, whhile Alex had a general dislike for almost everyone- he wasn't impolite though. When Anna withdrew from him he turned to the girl and gave a nod of hello, but the other boy beat him to it."Perhaps you would do well to acknowledge the others around your friend," Ears flicked as he spoke, and though his eyes narrowed slightly in the tone with which he was addressed, he maintained the false politeness that had been thrown at him by the boy."Sorry- Anna and I are old friends, guess I got a little distracted." He said with a crooked grin, all to happy to point out that he and Anna had a history. If Alex asked her out right now to dinner tomorrow he knew that, as long as she wasn't busy, Anna would jump at the chance to spend time with him, just as Alex would jump at the chance to just be in her presece. She was....Soothing. As his hand offered itself alex took it without hesitation, his own grip surprisingly strong to match that of his rivals. "Alex Blake. He said before withdrawing his hand. Then he heard it. The sound he shouldn't have been waiting for, but was- bells. His ears perked noticably at the sound, and a moment later his Sacrifice spoke from somewhere behind him. ”You didn’t forget~? I’m glad~!” When the boy attached himself to his arm, Alex noticably blushed a deep red upon seeing what Dorian had chosen to wear. He wasn't sure if it was the concept of a boy in girls clothes that made him so uncomfortable, or if it was because his heart had leapt out of his chest in a way that most boys would reserve only for the opposite sex, but his cheeks were burning and his heart stuttered in his chest.D..Dorian!" Ears laid back in a way that was reserved just for Dorian,mostly because he was the only one capable of making them fall like that.”I took a little longer than I’d meant to. This was a hard outfit to deal with, y’know~?” " Don't worry about it." he said with a nervous grin as Dorian leaned into him. If Anna was soothing, than Dorian was the exact opposite. He sent shockwaves through Alex whenever he was with him, and the Fighter was constantly trying to find a happy medium between Temperless, who wished to melt into him and obey, and Alex, who despised having to be someones dog. It was, overall, a good feeling- if that made sense at all. ”Mh? Who’zzat?” His gaze went to Anna, and Alex answered, unaware of how irritated his Sacrifice truly was."Oh, thats Anna. We went to the movies last week." Though his tone was light he was distracted- how many people were looking at Dorian right now? How many of them wanted to say something about his outfit? And more importantly, who's throat would he be shiving his fist down for saying anything? In his distraction the outburst between boy and girl almosst went unnoticed, but what didn't was the sudden lack of Annas presence Ears sat forward as he watched her drag her Fighter from the room. So, that was Eventide? Alex had never met the girl, and he was glad that her anger hadn't been directed at him- he wasn't sure if he'd have been as nice about it as Conner had."Dan..." he muttered under his breath as they disapeared- had she said if she were coming back? Disapointment flashed through his golden eyes and his long, greyish tail slithered up around Dorians bare backside, brushing the newly discovered tattoos in the process.

[Dorian Maietta]

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The sneer he’d gotten from the girl had his tail bristling, threatening to give his writhing temper away. If he ever caught her on her own, she was a dead bitch. He didn’t care how much his fighter might have liked her. But at least she was walking away. And cute reaction he’d been able to coax out of his fighter with his simple contact seemed to soothe his bad attitude. If only just a bit. That is, until he’d heard Alex answer his previous question. So they’d been out together before? Had it been a date? Did he like her in that way? What was there between his fighter and the sacrifice that so boldly encroached upon what Dorian considered to be his territory? Something had to be done about this. Not now, but sooner or later. Obviously. Eyes flickering towards the door to glare daggers at the exit the girl had taken, he hissed softly to himself in distaste and pressed himself closer to his fighter. Jeeze, he didn’t have to look so damn disappointed to see her go. He’d been about to try and secure his fighter’s attention with a gentle nip to the neck, when he was suddenly distracted by the feel of Alex’s tail grazing his back. Ah, he was sensitive there, wasn’t he? Obviously so. His ears pressed back flat, and he arched his back with a light shudder, blushing faintly. Giving Alex’s arm a gentle tug, he grumbled a very soft, almost embarrassed sounding ”Don’t… Don’t do that,” looking more flustered than irritated. He’d never been exactly fond of showing this kind of expression. It was fucking embarrassing, and he probably looked like such a girl. Well, more so than he already did, given his current choice in attire. Shaking his head to try and recollect himself, he glanced over at the other boy. The taller one that he’d almost been distracted by, earlier. Well now, wasn’t this a pretty one? If Dorian hadn’t already been so set of monopolizing his own fighter, he would have had absolutely no problems throwing all his questionable intentions at this nicely made piece of work. Maybe some other time, mh? No, not maybe. How could he not? Easing back into his usual Cheshire cat grin, he tilted his head curiously , though his arms were still locked securely around the one belonging to his fighter. ”Now, don’t you look nice. Hehehe.”

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