Iris was curious about Vashe. She hardly ever spoke to him after all. She decided to shift into a crow, and flew out through a window, circling around the house and then landing on the outside sill of Vashe's room, taping on the glass.
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Iris shifed out of her dog form and nodded. She walked towards the kitchen, excited about food. Food was always good. And Iris was kinda hungry. And Estell was a pretty good cook.
"I'm up for food," she muttered quietly.
"I'm up for food," she muttered quietly.
Iris walked around in her dog form. It was a form almost like a second skin to hers. She walked, comfortable and curious. She saw Estell drawing and put her front paws on the back of the couch and peered at the drawing of he dragon. Iris was positive that if she tried to turn into a dragon she would get a seriously bad nosebleed, so she wouldn't try.
Name
Iris
Age
12
Gender
Female
Bio
Iris had a loving family, but that didn't last very long. When Iris was only five her parents took her on a short camping trip in the woods. The trip had started off well, but on a hike Iris's parents died. A storm had begun to form and Iris had strayed from her parents, hugging close to a large sheltering tree. That was when her parents disappeared. They had been near a ledge but the police never informed Iris of how her parents had died but Iris had at least figured out that her parents were most likely dead. After that Iris had been put in many foster homes but most couldn't handle her. She was silent, deadly quiet, and she often vanished, not to be found for hours.
Personality
Iris is calm and silent. She doesn't talk much and doesn't have very much presence. She's also quite mature and well natured. She doesn't talk back but will refuse to talk about herself as well. But Iris is nice, she will help out.
Fear
Astraphobia. The fear of thunder and lightning. Iris tends to hide under beds and in closets when storms starts and avidly checks weather forecasts.
Powers
Iris is a shifter. She can willingly change her shape. However rapid shifting or shifting into a particular large animal, like and elephant, will cause nosebleeds. The more frequent or large the shifts the worse the nosebleeds.
Other
Iris's favorite form is that of a large black dog
@BlackCat
She shares the fear of thunderstorms and the nosebleeds with Estelle xD They can go hide together.
They can bleed on everything together, huzzah!
And bonus points, Estelle might get to hide with a fluffy black dog
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Sylvia sighed in disappointment and pulled her hat lower to hide her face as she listened to the headmaster's speech. She was expecting something grand, and sure part of the speech was. But the inappropriate comments made Sylvia glad her long hair was tucked up and that she wore legging and a tunic. Sylvia reached for the bracelet on her wrist, wanting to feel the cool fangs and calm down. But the bracelet wasn't there. Had she left it with her aunt? Did she forget to bring it altogether? She was just about to start majorly freaking out when she heard something land gently next to her. Sylvia turned, it was Katherin. Katherin may have been an axe wielding warrior, but she was light on her feet and swift as well. Katherin held her axe against her shoulder with one hand and held out the other.
"Your bracelet," she quietly said, handing Sylvia the wolf fang item.
"Thanks," Sylvia responded. Katherin just stood, not bothering leaving. She was a teacher after all, and she should probably scope out the students.
"Your bracelet," she quietly said, handing Sylvia the wolf fang item.
"Thanks," Sylvia responded. Katherin just stood, not bothering leaving. She was a teacher after all, and she should probably scope out the students.
"Sylvia. Wake up," Katherine told her niece, shaking her shoulder gently. The young girl stirred, sleepily opening her eyes.
"Did I fall asleep?" Sylvia sleepily asked.
"Yeah. It's my fault though, I brought you to school too early," Katherine answered.
"It's not your fault, Auntie Katherin. I insisted that you take me to school when you went," Sylvia said, sitting out and drawing her twin sickles. She pulled out a piece of cloth and polishing her blades.
"Come on, Sylvia. School's going to start soon, and the headmaster is going to give a speech in the square, get going," Katherin told Sylvia, who hastily sheathed her sickles, tucked her hair into her cap and sped out the door of her aunt's classroom, waving goodbye and heading for the square.
"She's hopeless," Katherin muttered as she watched her niece run out. The girl was fast, that was certain, but she was forgetful and clumsy sometimes. Katherin walked to the corner of her room and grabbed her axe, sitting down at her desk and polishing her axe with the cloth on the desk.
Sylvia lept and ran, cutting corners and taking shortcuts to save time in order to get to the square. She didn't want to be late. Especially if the headmaster was giving a speech.
After a short while, Sylvia skidded to a halt in the square, holding her hat in order to keep it from flying off when she stopped.
"Did I fall asleep?" Sylvia sleepily asked.
"Yeah. It's my fault though, I brought you to school too early," Katherine answered.
"It's not your fault, Auntie Katherin. I insisted that you take me to school when you went," Sylvia said, sitting out and drawing her twin sickles. She pulled out a piece of cloth and polishing her blades.
"Come on, Sylvia. School's going to start soon, and the headmaster is going to give a speech in the square, get going," Katherin told Sylvia, who hastily sheathed her sickles, tucked her hair into her cap and sped out the door of her aunt's classroom, waving goodbye and heading for the square.
"She's hopeless," Katherin muttered as she watched her niece run out. The girl was fast, that was certain, but she was forgetful and clumsy sometimes. Katherin walked to the corner of her room and grabbed her axe, sitting down at her desk and polishing her axe with the cloth on the desk.
Sylvia lept and ran, cutting corners and taking shortcuts to save time in order to get to the square. She didn't want to be late. Especially if the headmaster was giving a speech.
After a short while, Sylvia skidded to a halt in the square, holding her hat in order to keep it from flying off when she stopped.
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