Topic: Something Wicked This Way Comes

Katerrina Hess

Date: 2008-02-05 14:24 EST
Katerrina passed the Academy many times over the weeks. The movements of the students and teachers were plotted. Who stayed in the dormitories. Who left for homes off the grounds once classes were over. Who hung with friends constantly. Who walked the grounds alone. All the information was carefully tracked and stored. Any changes were noted at once. There would be no surprises.

She paused before the warded gates. A smirk touched her lips as she watched the students and the teachers. Soon. Very soon. The order of the endless days would soon be broken.

Her form blurred as she leaped for the roofs. She was an afterthought as she raced to the Tower. It was almost shopping time.

This Dark One

Date: 2008-02-06 05:48 EST
And it wasn?t going unnoticed, probably even from the Headmaster. But she did like to poke her nose in places it wasn?t wanted.

There was always something about the wicked sensing the wicked, and Renna always had a knack for noticing certain bad or malicious things about people close-up, and from a distance. From the time she started in this place, she got familiar with the simple feeling of the wards and of course, the many scents of students and teachers that lurked within. This only disturbed by the scents outside of the walls by passerbys and visitors...

As the little lamb sped off, the shadow of the gate that was cast upon the floor beyond the warded barrier itself distorted, twisted, and spewed open a scarlet eye upon the ground, the red iris sliding downwards as it stole a blurred glance at the one it had smelt?

Precision

Date: 2008-02-11 16:15 EST
~The wind blew gently, fluttering his long black cloak. Tres often crouched amongst the top of the Tower, gazing across the Academy. He seemed very cautious lately as if he had a feeling an unknown presence was near. Tres couldn't quite track it but the gut feeling inside told him other wise. Looking at the sky, the wind gusted gently again, strands of his long black hair floating in front of his face before draping over his face. His ice colored eyes often portrayed him being sad even if he wasn't, always keeping the memories of his parents in his mind.~

What is this feeling .. ?

~Something didn't feel right about this day, Tres began telling himself. Taking one last look around, he called it quits for now, Tres removed himself from the naked eye, disappearing within the Tower.~