FateWeaver

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Decided there was too much pink already. Hope Lyla's new color doesn't make anyone's eyes bleed. Please let me know if I need to change again.

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Lyla Warren

"What?" Lyla managed to get out before the ground shook again. She kept her footing this time, but couldn't help stumbling again and throwing her wings wide. "Thanks again."

Nodding when Laurel mentions getting away from the action, Lyla flicks her ears towards the center of the room and the commotion there. Just the voices involved had her intimidated, and she was thankful to get as far away from that as she could get. Waiting for a few moments, she listens carefully for the sound of footsteps moving away. No such noise comes, and for a moment she panics at the thought of having been left behind. Laurel's voice catches her attention from a few feet away though, and she moves to follow.

"Sure, whatever is available," Lyla replies, mostly wanting something to do with her hands. "What is going on, exactly? I mean, I get that they're brothers, but I don't know that much about dragons. This is supposed to be fun, why does he have to be like that?" she asked, stopping short of where she had heard Laurel's voice. What she said about being ignorant of dragons was true, but it was mostly that she lacked knowledge about other cryptids in general. Until fairly recently, she had lived a fairly sheltered life in the lab in which she had been spliced.

@Aspen Wren

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Morgan Selwyn

Watching the two dragons go at it, Morgan noted the many other making their way toward the door. It seemed like a good idea to him, but he didn't really want to leave Kiara alone in the middle of it. Then again, he didn't want to involve himself either. Suley was his roommate, and that was the last direction he wanted hostility coming from. Deciding that she would have to deal with the dangers of dancing with dragons, he looked for his own escape. That was when he noticed what appeared to be a bear leaving the very table he was leaning against, accompanied by a couple others. With a shrug, he got up to follow them.

When the group moved over near the stage, he moved behind them. He hadn't been seen, but sure would be very shortly. The appearance of a secret door didn't really surprise him that much. A school with this many beings capable of magic would certainly have a few tricks up its sleeve. The one who led the small group looked back as Morgan fully entered the area behind the curtain, and he decided it was a good a time as any to speak up.

"Mind if I join you? Sorry for intruding, but I'd rather be rude here than dead over there," he explains, gesturing towards the center of the floor.

@Aspen Wren@Mugin@StoneWolf

Project: Evolution

Bernard lumbered through the woods, lost not in the trees but in his thoughts. Nothing guided his steps except for the fact that he had to take a winding path to avoid walking into trees. No physical needs plagued him at the moment, and yet he was still driven to seek... something. The feeling would allow him no rest, and so he walked rather than finding shelter to sleep the next week or so away until he was truly hungry again.

Ahead, there was a brighter area that he could see between the trees. He spotted movement, and the amount of sunlight could only mean that there the trees were ending. Forging through the undergrowth, Bernard continued on. The scent of prey animals came to him as he stepped over a log, but he did not stop. He could now clearly see the two girls dancing in the meadow, and he stopped at the edge of the trees. Still in shadow, he looked out into the light to see what he could see.

Spotting the other Project, for what else could they all be, made Bernard's scars itch. The two of them had rarely been near each other, but he recognized another of his kind that had been subjected to similar treatment. A low growl rose unbidden and his throat, and he started towards the center of the clearing.

If there was going to be a fight, he wasn't going to let it be between to two feline projects.

Orphanage for Supernatural

Thomas had heard Ms. Smith's short speech many times before. Every day there was a new arrival she explained it the same, but that did not make it any less true or important. The benefactor was something of a legend. Nobody really knew their name, who they were, or what their power was. If Ms. Smith knew, she wasn't telling. While they listened and waited, Thomas kept hold of Katherin's hand. It allowed him to focus on her to the near exclusion of the others, and avoid being overwhelmed.

Who will tempt Fate?

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Into the Harsh Light of Day

Long strides brought Bernard to his destination in relatively short order. He hadn't stopped long to feed, and had walked with purpose since. Now nearing her building, he stopped and moved to one side of it. Not wanting to chance her spotting him on the stairs or elevator, he would take another route. As he disappears into the shadows of the alley he closes up the front of his duster. It would make less noise and obscure him more that way. Rolling his shoulders, he starts to extend his wings. There was a separation between the mantle and the main body of the coat, allowing him to fly with it on and otherwise easily conceal nearly anything on his person.

Crouching down low, the purebred makes a standing vertical leap. Between his legs and his wings, he is able to to get onto the roof of the next building over with little effort beyond the jump. He was just above Maxine's apartment now, and could see light splash against a window as a door opened. Listening intently, he could barely make out her voice as she called to her cat. That was unusual, for the feline was usually at the door. Bernard had run across Pandora several times, and the cat always eyed him curiously. While considering the possibilities, a muffled crash returned his attention to what was actually going on. He heard another voice now, another woman, and that decided it.

After considering the angle for a moment, Bernard pulls his wings back under his coat. With a running jump, he hurls himself towards Maxine's window. In the air, his hand dives into a pocket of his coat to retrieve his Taurus. He hit the glass feet first, crashing ingloriously to the floor on the other side. Righting himself, he doesn't take the time to consider the situation. Lining up his revolver with a mass of blonde hair, he squeezes the trigger. The first shot throws the woman's head forward, bouncing it off the floor. Before the assailant can react five more shots ring out, causing it to fall to one side of Maxine.

The stranger starts to weakly push itself up, unsteady but clearly still alive. Thoroughly worked up by now, Bernard isn't done. As he walks toward the crumpled blonde he throws the empty revolver at it with enough force to crack what remains of her skull. When he reaches her, he picks her up by the neck and forces her against the wall. Now he could see the fangs in her open mouth, and it clicked.

"Feral trash!" he snarls, slamming the limp vampire into the wall again. He raises his free hand, driving his stiff fingers into the base of her throat. His claws part her skin easily, allowing him to hold her up with that hand while moving the other. Repeating the motion, he takes a grip at the bottom of her jaw. Muscles straining, Bernard rips the feral vampire's head from it shoulders with a grunt of effort. Still seething, he looks over at Max with wild eyes. There was no telling what she would think of his sudden appearance, and he longed to rush back to the window. It was too late now though, she would have had plenty of time to see him in action.

Orphanage for Supernatural

"Right," said Thomas, raising his free hand to the wall. "Hope we don't have to stay here long. She knows I hate this room..." he continues, referring to the caretaker. He led Katherin towards the simple bleachers situated on one side of the room. They were little more than a series of raised benches, but it would serve. On the way to them he misjudges the distance, and ends up hitting the corner of the lowest bench with his shin. Sucking in a breath through his teeth, he flexes his foot until the pain starts to fade.

"I was going to say we should be safe over here, but I may have spoken too soon."

@KatherinWinter

Project: Evolution

I survived the holidays, no thanks to work. The extra cash won't hurt though. Anyway, looking forward to this starting.

Orphanage for Supernatural

"Just down this hall, not far now. I'm sure the others have probably started without us by now," Thomas said as he led Katherin towards where everyone else was gathered. He didn't need the wall to guide him now, but he walked slowly for her sake. He had remembered this hall feeling endless the first time he had walked it alone. That had been a long time ago, now he had much of the building's floor plan committed to memory.

@KatherinWinter

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Got off work a couple hours ago, so I guess I lived. Gonna go die here soon though.