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<3 NYTEM. my asian

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Okay i'll wait lol. Someones gonna get hurt *stares at eddie* If one does not recieve her jerky due to outside happenings

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I'll... Post?

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Love the crazy post Eddie Imao. I can imagine a wild snowfight taking place now

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Lucius Cypher said
Hey guys, I got something really heavy to lay down on ya. It's a bit dramatic and shit, so I understand if you don't want to get involved, but I wanted to get this off my chest.

How dare you?

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No, no. Comic relief is a wonderful thing. Nice post exodus

American, not African American?

Side comment

I wonder if everyone else here is white, arguing over what to call my own race.
Has anyone noticed the difference of asking a white person and black person race?
Black people will say black.
White people will say: 2% Irish, .04% Indian, 45% Hawaiian, 16% European, 5% Irish and what not

... i feel as if...Black or African American is fine, as long as the other party does not mind being called white or Caucasian
But if everyone is calling each other: Negro, Nigga, nigger, Cracker, "lost in the snow" or "lost in the night" = Something is not right, especially if it's outside of some friendship. Just call the person what they request to be called. If that 2% Irish white person wants to be labeled as Irish, call them Irish

. I'm constantly bombard with the name "Oreo" because i act white yet i am black on the outside, therefore i'm suppose to act like a hoodrat ._. I am constantly called white along with the oreo thing, because i am tan and i have blue eyes which run in the family. Honestly, none of these things, which could be considered racist, has bothered me because those names are not THAT negative and life is good. I have many black and white friends and i love them all the same.

I'd rather people focus less on labels but the actual racism going on in our country that goes rather than the names.Yes, you can't change the past. Yes, some of the past is shameful. Yes, words can hurt but actual racist actions has cost lives lately, example: Lately Americans have been thinking of racist happenings between unarmed black men and the cops, that cops are more likely to shoot/kill a black man. Or how store clerks will watch the black people more and are less likely to hire them. Of course this doesn't account for all cops but i fear for some...
. I don't understand why people are more concerned about what they are called when other things are happening..... it's kinda like trying to figure out if Iggy azelea's butt is real or not when Ebola is entering the country and nothing is being done to the African borders

..whereas i'm more concerned about being shot by what we call justice as well as a LOT of the males of my race are in jail. I also understand that people of the middle east origin are experiencing problems as well. i can't imagine what it's like to have people avoid me because they're afraid i'll bomb them and what not. But maybe that's just me.

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Ayaka (Talia)

The forest was one of those places which had no palpable reason to exist. It was a creaking shack created by nature to serve as a reminder that things could always be much, much worse. The unnatural, choking mist that swirled and sprawled on the forest floor was the first thing that spoke of a strange sort of wrongness. The sickly white substance seemed to possess liquid properties which only reminded of the maggot-like texture of the eyes of a dead man who had been forgotten in his apartment for a few months, ready to burst at the slightest touch.

But this place was known as Ayaka’s home when the nomadic kitsune had failed to steal enough human currency to take a sweet suite in the numerous Hotels across Japan. The smoke made no sound however and only parted to swallow up her feet and her trusty weapon, the whip, as she marched upon a clearing that opened up to the view of human civilizations in the distance she was known as “Talia” and “The faceless corrupter of Japan” to. Ayaka gazed at this sight coldly with lips twisted downwards in a disapproving frown. She often dreams of more masochistic techniques she could subject the people to, but during through the years she has terrorized them, a larger enemy, much stronger than herself was rising to power. How dare they try to take her job?!

Her armor squeaked to a stop, as if the years of living in environments had caused the flawless equipment concealing her two tails to rust. She was leaving the secret clans of the Japanese legend, the Kitsune, to learn how to do her job better , or maybe even find a new direction in life.

Out of the smoke broke a whoosh of chilling wind nearly knocking the 5’7 female down to her knee and forcing her high ponytail to whip around and smack her rosy cheeks. “Somebodies about to die. …” Ayaka whispered harshly in response to the hair ordeal, crimson eyes close to glowing out of anger until they met a griffon. Her Griffon. For the time being at least.

The beast seemed to approve of the fearless, scary, resilient women the school had chosen to join the war- until the women feverishly threw her plated arms around it’s neck, cuddling it as if it were a precious infant.

“Griffffyy…!!!!” Akaya cooed innocently to the now frightened animal. She had even gone as far as cuddling cheeks with the animal, warming her body among the mounds of black fur. Ayaka shoved one foot into the stirrup….during which the animal decided that take-off was going to occur a little sooner than expected. The animal lurched forward, failing to waver the girl’s cuddling grip. The couple was at least 20 feet in the air before Ayaka decided to mount properly. This girl was a true, down to Earth animal lover, such a contradictory trait to the side that loved whips, bloodshed and what not.

The travel there was filled with calming tunes the griffon’s rider hummed or awes of silence at reality or the passing blurs of the world beneath her. There was even one point the women was so in love with the animal she had morphed into a fox wagging it’s tail wildly with appreciative yipping sounds the griffon merely rolled it’s eyes at. By the time the academy’s view broke through the clouds, the now human kitsune sat upright in a rigid posture with a stoic expression. Ayaka dismounted and the griffon shied away without a beat and took to the sky. On sight, one would think she had tortured the poor creature with the whip stapled to her side, not torture it with frightening kindness. On her other side was a simple, moving bag. Moving? Whatever was inside was alive—the same person might think she even had brought torture to-go for a later use. It was clear other first-years had arrived before her. After all, her flight may have been the farthest but she arrived in time to see the hoard of a 100 griffons approach like a massive black thunderstorm crowd with…grotesque and intelligent creatures bestowed upon them.

Nonetheless, a experienced looking lad had caught her attention, to which she made a beeline for as if it was love at first sight that she would tie him to forever, something more than some foolish highschool crush.

She halted in front of Raule, her fox-like eyes seemed to explore his soul for weakness while her mouth failed to speak her intentions or even throw him a smile. “Hey!” Her presence grew bigger has she approached, maybe even coming of as frightening as well to the stranger.

Yes, this was love at first sight…Of his beef jerky, of course! “Do you have anymore?!” The girl jutted a finger towards the bag he held in an innocent manner,. Her attire didn’t seem to match the girl’s shy voice and now softened, waiting eyes. “Oh how… rude of me. ..I’m…T-Talia.”

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"Now welcome to the Academy of the Arcane Artes, bitches students. Enjoy your stay."

By the way, Zombehs, i sort of interacted with chu.

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Well, I'm sorry the Earth thing bothers y'all