MaraTwasHere
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Piper rose a brow. “Whatever you say, Gold, whatever you say.” She moved to leave casually before spinning back around. “Oh, just tell me!”
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“Yes! I just love wolves and dogs and canines in general.” She crouched beside her student, rubbing her belly and petting her fur. Although she seemed to be enjoying it more so then Rea.
The door to the office opened, and in walked a young man clad in an all black tight training suit with paddings in all the right areas. His dark hair with red tips hung in his golden eyes a bit and he crossed his arms shaking his head with a grin. “Ms. Vine. I see you got your paws on another werewolf. I think you enjoy petting us than we do.”
Ms. Vine stood. “Ah! Fang, so good to see you. Rea, this is Fang the headmaster’s grandson from W.I.T.A. He must be really pushing hard to get on my good side if he’s sending you,” She looked up at Fang and Fang looked down at Rea. “Hey.” He gave a two finger salute to the other werewolf.
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Piper ran into where Goldmyth was coming out of rock that slid out of way. She realized slowly it was a classroom. “What are you looking so smug about?” She grinned.
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The bell rang and Ms. Vine looked up. “Oh. There’s the bell. But I’m sure we have time for me to pet you some, if thats okay,”
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Piper gathered her books after screaming at every snake and rat that had ran across the room. By the time she’d teetered out her eyes were puffy red. “Ugh, maybe transfiguration isn’t for me.” -
They walked in silence for a bit, and Blaise whistled quietly mulling over her thoughts. Okay, so after taking care of the henchman and looking at that DNA… “The Hybrid will return for me?” She asked quietly to Pyralis. “I would say no since you really have nothing of interest of her as far as I can see. I mean, other than battle tactics you are one sorry Firekin.” Blaise reached over to his handle and squeezed it tightly to shut hum up. “But! But, she did snatch you that first time and you haven’t really benefited her yet. It is a possibility she is done with you.” The questions swarmed, “But she let me go so easily.” Pyralis sighed, “It is better to be cautious than sorry later.” Blaise groaned, kicking a rock so it shot off in the distance like a bullet catching fire and lodging itself into a tree. “Dammit! I’m not running from her. She can forget that. I mean, who has time to flee from some Hybrid-demi-god wannabe? I have stuff to do.” She stomped off toward her home.
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Blaise’s metal soled shoes dug through the dirt and brush that sprouted up at random. “Alright, so for the henchman I think we should make it clear with the henchman that the Hybrid never existed. If he gives us issues…” Pyralis glowed orange like fire within his sheath. “We’ll get rid of him.” They both said at once, and she grinned. “And then I’ll look over the DNA she left me.”
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She rolled her eyes. “Okay. Well.” Blaise looked around, thinking of a proper word to depart with. Not a friend, if she were an enemy maybe a stab to the gut, but again that would be pointless. “Later.” She said simply, liking the ring of it and what it promised. Pyralis strapped around her hips she lowered her flame rate to slip into the shadows.
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<i>”Sure I am</i>.” Pyralis said, sounding a bit offended. When Blaise grabbed her sword, however, their energy automatically began blending, and with The sword back to his master with no physical or energy connection to the hybrid any longer the communication line dwindered and collapsed. Blaise’s eyebrows furrowed as he chattered in her mind however, and she smiled slightly. “He would like you to know that he is Pyralis, the great sword from the fire demon in Hawaii.” She laughed before straightening up. “Well. Your energy is up?”
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“Is that enough of an answer for you?” Pyralis asked, and momentarily as he was connecting his energy to the hybrid she’d be able to hear him as well. Blaise promptly ignored him. “You kept your side of the deal. And I have kept mine.” She moved around one of the houses belonging to The Hybrid before gingerly <i>setting</i> her down on the porch. The sky was already dark and crickets chirped in the night as she stretched. “And I still need to go get rid of that guy.” She stretched her back out. <i>”Oh this should be just gold. I can’t wait to see what you have in store for him.” </i> The sword laughed.
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Blaise tensed up a bit when she felt the hybrid shift and murmur something incoherent, but when the white haired gold eyed girl made no more movements she allowed herself to relax. “Pyralis? Can you sense how much more energy she needs?” She asked quietly, looking around the darkened forest for any signs of the girls camp, but Pyralis didn’t answer. Even after her many calls to him. “Guess his energy is low as well.” She murmured and grinned a bit when she saw the edge of a house peeking from some overgrowth and trees.
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Ms. Vine looked at the collar. “May I?” She reached forward to grab at one of the bags and squeeze it. An aromatic scent filled the room. It had no effect on the witch-lady, but she knew well what it was. “How clever of her! And to think we were going to have this stuff in crates. Well, we’re still hanging blends like these from the ceiling just for good measure, plus your wolf companion probably will not have anything like this…however, we should take this up to W.I.T.A. I’m sure they’ll enjoy the idea.”
(Does she need anything else for her transformation?)
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“Its working.” Pyralis murmured to the red-haired girl as they kept a steady pace through, onward toward the hybrid’s pack. “Good. I don’t know why my fire didn’t warm her.” She shrugged, “Must be magic-sword stuff.” Pyralis sighed, “You really need to pay attention in physics class. Any class Blaise, I’m begging you. If you paid attention in class you’d know I’m transferring energy to our mixed frenemie here. Normally it might not work but with our energies as sword and soldier mixing it’s most likely more ‘nutritional’ for her, if you will.” She frowned, rolling her eyes. “‘Nutritional’. Right. How long will that take?” “Until she wakes up I would guess. Unless you would like to leave her to die?” Blaise toed up and around the root of a tree on a slope up, trying not to let them all topple down the hill. “No. That would be completely illogical considering all that I went through to get her here.” Pyralis, a bit skeptical sounding let her pass with an: “Mhm…” She sighed, “Bite me.”
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“I’ll help.” Ms. Vine smiled, before looking at her watch. “Twenty minutes. The only thing that is really left to take down is calming herbs used when werewolves transform to soothe them.”
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“You’re kidding me..” She reached over and pushed the cloak back, surprised to see ice had been creeping across what this appeared to be wings. The hybrid’s white owl looking wings. “Is that natural? I’m pretty sure that’s not natural.” Pyralis rattled in his case, something he did when excited. “Here, let me see her.” Blaise complied, taking off the belt of her sword before clipping it around the hybrid’s waist. She didn’t look very fond of where her sword sat, and asked, “You’re going to try and transfer fire energy to her?” Even where she stood she could hear Pyralis’ reply. “Yes. I imagine that might be wrong with her.” He said, dumping the rich energy of the sword and Blaise’s magic mixed as one into the Hybrid. Blaise sighed before picking the girl up and trekking further into the woods, farther from the territory that had given her strength on the way here.
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“Great..” Blaise muttered wearily. “Now she’s speaking in gibberish. I thought I was delivering a hybrid, not a demon.” Pyralis tsked at her, and she could feel a ‘I’m so old and great’ moment coming along. “It’s an ancient language, fool, one your mother tried to get you to study but you were too bull-headed and stupid to even try.” He translated what the Hybrid said and Blaise frowned. “Okay, whatever, but who is this Balthazar character?” Pyralis snorted. “How should I know? Hurry up.” She rolled her eyes and was about to retrieve the Hybrid when something her cloak twitched. On her back. “WhatTheHell?” She whispered where she’d nearly leaped three feet away.
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“Alright, Rea! I am so very happy one of my cherished little buttercups is decided to finally get a bonded.” She ranted happily, “I’m sorry. I always get excited of the first bonded of the year. If you two work out, you’ll be quite the role-model for my students this year.”