((Note: Detneth, I really think you should exclude to part about animal souls. Alice had animals. Animals and animal souls are just too alike. Okay, here we go. Hopefully, this won't die. So, fate has drawn all of you to the same highschool and your in the middle of a school day and I'm coming to get you guys.))

Parthenella pulled the hood of her black sweatshirt over her head and put on some sungl@sses so she was unable to be identified. Her hands gripped the wheel of the black Toyota she was driving as she sped through a red light, hoping there was not a cop nearby. It was of the upmost importance that she reached her destination. Parthenia stayed tense the whole three hours she drove. When she reached the small town that she was told about, she felt safer, removing her hood but keeping on her shades. When She stopped for gas she asked someone where nearest high school was. She didn't exactly know the name but she described it just as the dark, cloaked, figure had described it. When she drove up to the secluded school, she just knew in her gut it was the place. She could already feel the powerful aura surrounding it. The wind blew her glossy, midnight hair around her face as she got out of the car. A part of her was questioning what she was doing here. The dark figure was probably someone trying to trick her and make her look idiotic. Maybe the figure itself was an illusion and she was going crazy. But Parthenia was ignoring the logical part of her. The peices fit in place. It all made sense and if everything she had been told was the truth then she wanted to find others so she can help them. Her life was already pretty messed up but maybe she could prevent that from happening to other people like her. She walked in the school. Darkness cloaked her so anyone walking by would think she was an innocent member of the school community instead of the suspiciousness that was obvious if you looked closely. She started peeking in cl*censored*rooms. She would know if she saw what she was looking for. Parthenella followed her dark senses through the maze of halls.

[Oh, fine :( -pouts-

Do these gods know of their powers?

Oh, and I'll make Niamh Goddess of Discord, Spite, Divine Retribution and Vengeance. >3]

[Don't you =P me, =P. I replied on the other one.]

     Acyon sat at his desk, in the far side of the room. He hated the cla-ss he was in. History. He didn't like history, because, well, nothing in history was amazing. And artful. Everything was based soley on science... and all that other crap. Acording to him, atleast. Pulling out a piece of folded notebook paper from his back pocket, he grabbed his pen from next to him. The pan wasn't actually a pen, it was a special writing or drawing instrument that could only be used by him. He skillfully drew the outline of a bird-feeling a bit lazy, I should add-, all in under a mere second. Within moments, the bird floated off the page, leaving the page blank. The paper bird flapped its thin wings, floating in circles around Acyon's silver head.

     Quickly, he plucked the bird out of the air, where it exploded into ink on the desk. Immediatly after, the darn history teacher called on Acyon to answer a question. Acyon answered correctly, although he hadn't been listening to Bored to death, Acyon sighed, placing his folded hands underneath his chin.

...

     Tamari pa-ssed through the labyrinth of halls, arms crossed, her cold eyes darting from place to place, almost wildly. Her hair was braided over her shoulder, carefully interwined with golden threads and little green flowers. She wore a necklace around her neck that was decoraed with feathers. She was wearing a long coat lined with fur and shorts that shpowed off her bronzed legs. She stalked across the flooded halls with an animal-like grace, and people desperatly backed out of the way as she pa-ssed. Everyone knew not to mess with Tamari. Although no one knew her true nature.

Parthenella's radar was definitely picking up something.  The feeling kept getting stronger, until...  She could sense someone important next to her.  She just caught a glimpse.  It was a girl.  She looked like a wild animal, impossible to be tamed.  She was rather pretty but Parthenella lost her.  The girl was swift.  Parthenella was sure she was a godess.  Okay, search for another.  She would catch up with the wild girl. 

She kept peeking into the cl@ssrooms.  In one of the cl@ssrooms, she could swear she saw, a small, flat, white bird flying around.  But it dissappeared.  There was a boy nearby that caught Parthenella's attention.  Okay, this was a god.  Definitely.  He looked sort of dark, or gothic, but emotional.  Parthenella wasted no time entering the cl@ssroom.  She simply walked over to the surprised teacher.

"Hello, the principal sent me.  Can I borrow a student?  It'll just be a moment."  The teacher barely managed a nod before she rushed over to the boy.  Looking down at him she said, "Come with me."

Niamh was in the washroom. It was empty, for all of the other average students were in clas.s. She sat in one of the stalls, eyes dark with fury and pain. Her wrist, which lay on her lap, was bleeding gold ichor, though to a normal mortal it would seem as if it were just plain blood. She lifted her other hand to her face and inspected one bloody nail, which, though short, was filed to a thin and razor sharp point, as with all her other nails.

'She must to suffer,' Niamh whispered, lowering her hand and touching the small obsidian flute she kept in a small box in her bag. 'But how? She shamed me...I cannot let this go.' 

Her pupils flashed a bloody crimson as she thought of the girl who had insulted her in front of nearly the entire student body. Calling her emo and depressed...and a crazy, wacko pyscho. 

Though in public Niamh appeared cold and restrained, inside she raged. Her mind seethed with anger. Anger at the stupid, ignorant mundanes. Anger at whichever god had created her, for making her what she was. 

[Oh, can Niamh be able to heal? o-o]

[Omigod. People have to stop saying he's emo. >P]

     Acyon looked at the girl, noting her dark attire. Who was she? And what did she want with him? Seein her standing there, he was reminded of a shadow. Having never seen her before, Acyon took out his sketchpad from his pocket,  and his pen. Quickly, he drew down Parthenia's profile, shading the bacground around her with a shade of black. Surrounding her in shadows. He closed his sketchpad, and put his pen down.

     Crossing his arms, he stood up, his grey eyes staring intently at her pale face. He followed her out of the cl*censored* room, before leaning against the white wall. Sticking out of his jeans was a roll of parchment, which seemed surprisingly old, but still beautiful and old-fashioned. And don't foget to mention his pen, which seemed to be glowing from behind his ear.Acyon, noting his glow, could tell instantly that this was no human. "You're like me," Acyon noted, feeling her dark aura.

[He tends to draw stuff he's never seen before. Like Parthenia, because he's never ever seen her in his life.]