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Yes! Put in Drake! And he was a little girl-ish. Even more so than Drakine... And that was her tree he cried under too.

Ooc; No, cat shifter is not taken. c:

EDIT; I promise he won't be such a...bleh this time. xD

((@Dragonstar; What do you think of Sierra? Yay or Nay?

Edit// @shadowfax; Alright! Let's see what Dragonstar has to say first. :3 I reserve it if Sierra is fine.)) 

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Shadow; Sweetness.

Whatev; Yay.

Name | Drake Artrot
Age | Eighteen
Gender | Male
Looks | Drake stands at a height of six feet and is mostly built of thick, toned muscle. It's not overbearingly there, but it is quite prominent. He has thick black hair that gathers in natural spikes at the tip of his head. His hair usually has a tousled look about it, but there's nothing he can do. His eyes are a bluish gray that tend to shift to a darker blue most of the time.
Personality | Drake is a very calm and collected person, focusing more on taking note of the situation than actually diving head-first ino something. He is thorough when it comes to his plans and is very organized. Though, his brother tends to annoy him at no end.
Power | Ice Manipulator and Ice Phoenix Shifter. :3
History | Been at the school for a while. xD
Other | Has a younger brother named Storm

Name | Storm Artrot
Age | Sixteen
Gender | Male
Looks | Much like Drake, but his eyes are a lighter blue. His hair also tends to hang in his face and he has more of a lanky body build.
Personality | I'm just going to rp it out because I'm through with bios.
Power | Wind Manipulation and Weather Manipulation
Other | He irritates his brother amazingly so. 8D

It was slightly noisy in the cafeteria. Other people were having conversations that just sounded like a constant buzz to Drakine's ears. The flame haired girl sat in suclusions in a dark corner of the cafeteria eating the lousy food it had to offer and reading a thriller. Her darker than pitch eyes flickered across the pages as she read, soaking up any and all detail the book had to offer. Her jaw also worked as she ate the food. But it was soon gone and she closed the book as she stood up, grabbing her trash in her free hand.

Walking away from the table she had been sitting at, she moved to the trash cans at the other end of the cafeteria. But as she walked to the trash cans, the other teens she moved past hushed their conversations to look at her before whispering something to their friends. Not that she cared or anything. But she guessed it would be about the aggressive, blood-thirsty side of her personality.

When the trash from her meal was in one of the cans, she exited the cafetria; unable to be around any other people at the moment. They were starting to piss her off. Anybody could tell that by the way her eyes narrowed with sudden malevolence and how faint smoke rose from her free hand. Maybe she'd go to that one tree in the forest she liked.

Yea... That sounding like a good iead.

After stowing the thriller in her dorm room, she walked to a space outside the building where her dragon form wouldn't break anything. As soon as she found one, she crouched as scales rippled across her body before she felt the bones inside of her creak and grow as new bones were added to the structure. Wings sprouted from her back as a tail continue out of her tailbone. Her hands and feet turned into claws and horns sprouted from her head and along her spine.

The whole process didn't hurt much. It just sounded really weird. But when she was done, a large, black European dragon crouched in a coiled position stood were Drakine was when she was a human.

Shifting her position, she unfurled her wings as she raised her triangular head skyward. She remained in her crouching position, though. With a few beats of her wings, she jumped into the air as she rose into a warm thermal that let her glid over the school and to the forest behind it. She knew that mythical animals lived in these woods, but she never really shown much interest in them; seeing she could shape-shift into a dragon. 

Eh.

She shrugged her shoulders as she flew deeper into the forest. Her eyes looking for her tree; which was one of the tallest in the forest. Not finding it yet, she slowed down and rotated her wing arms so she could hover in one places as she looked for it.

"Push harder Demetre." A angry cry rose up from his left, though he could barely hear it. His head dipped in and out of the water going from zones of dead silence to the cry of his coach. Not that he would could even answer or risk gulping down gallons of clorine filled pool water. Still, the boy kicked it up a notch, pushing against the water as he glided through the pool like a dolphin on steroids. Fast, Faster, as Fast as he could go and the yells didn't stop. Already he had finished more laps than any one else on the swim team, but that was simply because he controlled the water around him. Coach Malkom knew his limits and still he tried to expand them. Whether that was the mark of a idiotic coach or one who was trying to better his students, Demetre wasn't quite sure.

Finally he stopped at the edge of the pool, and pushed himself up onto the concrete edge. His black hair was dripping with tiny little water droplets and he was gasping for breath. It was near noon by the way the sun pelted down on his skin. Some would love to be in the cold pool when around this time to cool of but it wasn't exactly a good time to have swim practice. Excersise causes heat whether your in the water or not. Shaking his head free of the water that was held prisoner in it, the boy jogged over and grabbed a towel, still in silence. No one really expected him to talk anyway... they had come to realize that. Rubbing the dry cloth over his torso and head, he headed for the showers to get changed.

Breaking into a run at the sound of his stomach growling, Demetre changed in a flurry, tossing on his dark blue t-shirt and switching out his swim trunks for long khaki pants. Others began to file in one at a time around the point when he was packing up his things, having just completed their recommended laps. Well... they weren't actually recommended as much as demanded but the word was more friendly then the alternative.

Pushing his gray backpack onto one shoulder and rapping the towel around his neck, he took of at a slow jog towards the cafeteria. By the look of it, other clas.ses had gotten out before his had but thankfully not all of them just yet. Maybe he would actually be able to get a decent spot in line for once instead of being last again. Soft grass brushed across his bare feet as he ran but he paid little mind to it. Shoes weren't that important to a swimmer.

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With a sigh and a small tight grin, the boy shifted in his seat, staring up at the popcorn looking plaster ceiling with hatred. This place was a living nightmare half the time. To much work not enough play makes Vectus a dull boy.... or however the saying went. To much learning for the boys liking. Someone needed to spice things up a bit around here and get the blood pumping through his veins again instead of it just crawling along from day to day. Staring at the ruby colored energy that sparked on his palm, he wondered just how much of an explosive would cause the fire alarms to go of.

"I shouldn't." He said under his breath a devilish smile on his face. It would bring havock to himself and the class if they got rained out. Most likely Vec would find himself in detention or no power practice for a month. It wasn't worth it.... but oh how fun it would be to see the anxiety of these stressed out teachers boil over into chaos as they were soaked to the bone.

Drifting between pros and cons, Vec sat through clas.s not even sure if the teacher had really taught them anything at all. Its not like he really listened anyway, but if anyone expected him to, they didn't say anything about it. Most people didn't bother him here... they either were to freaked to try or didn't care enough to attempt it. Towards other people, Vectus would have to be the second option. No one caught his attention long enough to hold it for more than a day or so.

As he finally made up his mind to go through his plan the bell rang. It was both disappointing and also sort of a miracle for he surely would have gotten in loads of trouble if he HAD done it. Stanging up, he ran a hand through his hair, only seeing the markings on his hand as it swept past his eyes. The markings were strange but they were apart of who he was and as far as Vectus could tell, they were permanently stuck there. These markings included the ones on his back and under his eye which were also glued on for life.

Shaking his crimson hair out one more time, the boy jogged out the door and made a be-line for the cafeteria, wondering just what sort of arangement they had for today.

Drake glanced up as another girl approached and it took him a moment to recognize the face. "Cass, isn't it?" he asked with a smile as he steadied his brother. Storm took a quick look at Cass before she ducked her head around the corner. He shrugged to his brother and gave him a heavy punch to the arm before running off after her. "Storm!" Drake growled before rolling his eyes. With a sigh, he walked swiftly after his brother and the girl.

Storm hurried to catch up with the girl, but when he did, his blue eyes searched her face as he popped into her field of vision. "Hey, Cass. I know you might know me already, but I'm Storm," he said with a slight glance behind them. Drake was catching up and he could see the irritation in his brother's eyes from that last punch. "And I've got to run. Seeya," he called before sprinting down the hallway.

"I'm going to kill him," Drake muttered as he brushed past Cassandra. "'Scuse me," he said as he entered the lunchroom. His icy blue eyes looked over the food for a moment before discarding the idea. He wasn't really in the mood to eat. He frowned as he gazed around the lunchroom, eyes settling over Riley, the Twins, and Sahale. His eyes lingered on a terrified looking Storm who was attempting to duck his head behind a mountain of Macintosh apples.

"I'll save you for later," he mouthed as his brother peered around the fruit. Storm's lips pulled back in a look that seemed to call 'yeesh' before moving on. Drake idly forgot his brother as he stepped from the cafeteria to the great outdoors.

"Haven't been flying lately," he mused to himself as he stretched out his arms. He turned his palms upward and let ice encase his skin. He felt the cold for a mere moment before the ice dissolved into light blue feathers. The boy tilted his head up to the sky and felt his form begin to stretch, bones shifting to a different structure and losing their compact build.

When the transformation was complete, Drake shook off a few remaining dusts of now and cast his blue eyes upward. With the cry of an ice phoenix, he launched himself upward into the air. When he got a good ten feet, he snapped open his frost-ridden wings and headed toward the forest.

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Riley looked up as another girl appoached, the corners of her lips turning down slightly. Sahale. Riley hadn't taken a personal liking to the girl, but she didn't exactly find any reason to hate her. Everyone here just midly irritated her unless they showed there was no need to. The Twins had fallen back on that one.

Sahale was coming to Riley for advice so that had her pleased for only a moment. She ran a hand through her black hair and yawned. "Honestly, it's just been a bunch of practice for me. Try to begin the transformation a moment before you really want to. Have it at the ready and just click your way there. Swift and easy," she said with a snap of her fingers.

She leaned back against the plush booth she was sitting in and took a bite of her pear. After contemplating while she chewed, she swallowed the food noiselessly and spoke again. "As for the feathers, if that's what troubles you the most, do that first in the transformation. It's what I do," she said with a shrug.

Drakine's head whipped around when she heard the high shriek of a bird. Her black eyes narrowed and her upper lip curled back into a snarl that exposed the flesh-rippers that resided in her maw. Adjusting the position of her wings, she flew away from the shriek. And each beat caused a loud thud to resound through the forest. She growled and flexed her paws so the talons tipping each glistened in the sunlight.

She flew fast with her legs curled up against her body. Her tail, she used as a rudder. Suddenly spotting her tree, she tilted her wings as she listed off towards in. Her speed slowed. Extending her legs, her paws curled around the branches as she sank her talons into the bark. Other signs of claws scarred the bark of the tree.

Pulling herself in close, she furled her wings as she shifted back into her human form. Her wings and tail shrank as the scales melted into her skin. And after more bone-shifting and crunching, she stood as a girl again, instead of a dragonness. Leaning against the trunk of the tree, she had her arms across against her chest as she watched the skies. 

Who originated the shriek?

Outside in the warm air, a silver haired girl napped in the tall gras.s. Her mind wandered, dreaming of the forest about her. They were normal critters, a small family of mice, but she could see every emotion they felt displayed in their button eyes. The mood about her was too tense, something off about the events that were unfolding but by now, she knew that there was nothing to be done. A hawk's scream alerted her of the attack, mere seconds too late. It swooped down gracefully and snatched the mother mouse in it's talons, beating it's beautifully sculpted wings to make it rise and fly off with it's new found meal. The tiny offspring cried out for their lost mother but with out her they were lost and they would not survive long. Jadaria's eyes fluttered open, the brilliant blue sparkling in the sunlight. Her skin was warmed by the sun but it did not darken any during her dream. No, it was more than that, it was a vision. A vision predicting the death of a mother mouse, leaving behind her family. It was horrible and not something that she wanted to see, but it gave her a slight hope. A hope that instead of the death of mice or other critters, she could predict the deaths of other beings like herself. Then maybe some of them could be stopped. She sighed, shaking her head as she sat up. Her long silver hair reflected the sunlight like freshly fallen snow, but it was nowhere as beautiful as when it is seen in the light of a full moon. She almost smiled with the thought of her hair's appearance on such nights. Oh how beautiful it was on those nights. Oh how beautiful. She stood up and dusted herself off, looking about for her idiot twin. 

His ears twitched as the sound of his sister's awakening registered in his ears. His eyes slowly slid open and he came to a stand, a yawn and a stretch soon to follow. His dark fur kept absorbed alot of the sunlight that touched him during his nap, but he didn't mind the heat. Infact it felt rather good to him to sunbathe on days such as these. He caught the gaze of his twin, the two locking eyes with electric energy. Both of their eyes matched as perfectly as their hair... At least when he was in human form. When he took the form of his wolf, it depended on where he was. He always shifted into a wolf with silver fur and shocking blue eyes, but if the sun was present, it would quickly bleed into a deep black. If the sun was not directly hitting him, he would stay the sparkling silver. He shifted back into his human form and closed the difference between them in two strides before looking up at the school. "Lunch?" He asked, his stomache growling for the food he knew to be there. He smiled hopefully, itching to dig into his meal. His smile broadened as Jade sighed.

"Ya. Why not Jake? It's not like a 'no' would have stopped you." She growled, already heading up the hill. She looked back at her brother's tanish skin, envious that her skin didn't darken like his did. She was forever to be a pale girl. It made her look slightly albino, except for the fact that she made up for it with black clothing. Nobody would be afraid of an albino chick but the trick was to be a goth, albino chick. She almost chuckled at the thought of what a regular human might think about her. She really wanted to know. Behind her Jacob laughed and suddenly he was running past her, obviously not wanting to waste a second for his food.

The two headed up and back into the school, their destination... The caffeteria. The smell of the food wafted through the halls, pulling any stragglers in it's direction. Jake's pace quickened because of the scent, Jade's because of her brother. They finaly reached the room and entered together, picking up their trays and moving through the growing line. By the time they finished, Jake's plate was almost overfilled with food and Jade's only modestly full. She didn't eat much and even some of her plate was heading it's way to Jake's stomache. They sat at a table that miraculously was still empty, off to the side and away from people. Jake wouldn't have minded people to talk to but he didn't want to leave his sister alone, for he knew that hardly anyone came to talk to her and even those that did were quickly scared off by her antisocialism. "So..." He began, shuting up the moment she glared at him. Yup, typical lunch, or any meal time, spent in silence. Jake sighed and began shoveling his lunch down his throat. 

Sahale glanced down at her hand, frowning as the feathers slipped back into her skin with only a tingle suggesting that they had ever been there before. Rubbing the back of her hand thoughtfully the girl nodded at Riley in thanks. Whatever social faults the girl had she was certainly intelligent, and not terribly unwilling to help out others in times of need.

Glancing around at the food and hearing her stomach rumble longingly Sahale ducked her head at Riley once again before getting out of her seat, grinning nervously at the raven-haired girl.

"Hey, if you're bored or alone or something, feel free to spend lunch with me...or something." Shaking her head wryly at the sudden anxiety that had come over her, no doubt because Riley was one heck of an intimidating person, Sahale flushed and fled the scene with the air of a hunted animal.

It was probably another one of those 'Riley' things. 

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Staring at the two, mouth opened in shock, Cassandra could only nod quietly as Storm said hello before scampering off, his brother following in a veritable whirlwind of anger. Shaking her head at the two in bemused silence, since she had never had to deal with brothers, let alone siblings, before, Cassandra paused there for a moment trying to figure out what to do.

She wasn't very hungry any more, but Cass didn't want to act like the shy wraith again by skipping meals. She was sure how many times a concerned teacher had popped by her room asking if she needed help "facing her people fears" and "getting to know the other students". What a bunch of crap all that was, but she hadn't said it to their faces.

Scowling, as being shy wasn't a bad thing in her opinion, Cassandra padded down the hallway, her body temperature finally returning to normal after she turned a few corners. Rubbing the goosebumps off of her arms she glanced at the cafeteria as she passed, the corners of her mouth curling down slightly with anticipation. Inside it would be loud, busy and there was probably going to be an argument of some kind going on. Something she wasn't fond of.

Slinking through the double-doors Cass kept behind the counters of food, her head ducking slightly whenever someone chanced a look at her. God, how she hated the feeling of someone's eyes on her. Especially when it felt like they thought she'd done something wrong. Nibbling her lip she turned to look down too late, tripping gawkily over Storm's hidden body.

Windmilling her arms and letting out a stunned 'oof' Cassandra just barely managed to right herself, cheeks going red with surprise.

"S...sorry about that," she muttered, shutting her eyes for a moment so she could calm her racing heart. Surprises. She hated those too.