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Jul 19, 2012 06:36PM
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CJ was sitting under the shade of a large tree with her back resting against its trunk. She had her knees pulled up and a book in her hand resting against them, her sketchbook was resting on the ground next to her with a partially drawn sketch of a small section of the forest on the open page. On the other side of her was what looked like a ball of fur but it was actually her kitten, Angel, curled up asleep. She had been coming here a lot lately, she liked the silence and it was a perfect picture to draw.
Alaska sulks into the forest, her bag slung over her shoulder, her eyes flashing from green to red and back again. She looked around before letting her claws slide out and her teeth turn more canine-like. She sighed in relief as she sat down by a tree. She pulled out her drumsticks and just held them. She took deep breaths, trying to calm down.
Fayne sat down against a tree, her eyes matching the color of the cloud-less sky. They changed to a yellow color.
She feels her claws start sliding back in and her teeth growing smaller. Alaska wasn't sure about her eyes but she was pretty sure they were back to green. She sighs and closes her eyes.
She opens her eyes again and puts her drumsticks away. She gets up and starts walking towards the courtyard.
Blane couldn't help himself. He didn't know what had made him so angry; he just was. Within seconds, he'd changed into his wolf form. Letting out a loud howl, he ran down a narrow path. He didn't plan on stopping any time soon.
Fred ran right into a wolf. "What the heck!" He said, acciednetly scorching the wolf. "Sorry!"
"Arse?" Alaska asks, holding back a laugh. "You're British?" She walks up next to Jane. "Oh and I smell alec..." She turns her head and points to at about 11 o'clock. "Over there."
"Arse is Irish," Jane said, rolling her eyes a little and chuckling. "And I am a little British, yes." She looked over at where Alaska pointed and smiled. "Thanks."
"Close enough. And no problem." She walks over to a tree and sits down by it, leaning against it. Her eyes slowly closing.
If you actually looked for me Janie, you wouldn't need help, Alec thought to her, rolling his eyes and stepping out from the trees in human form. Jane glared at him. "You have some nerve running off."
"You know what? I'm going to stop talking to you, Alexander Morgenstern," Jane said to him, tired of fighting with him. Alec just shrugged."Fine with me," he said, then turned on his heel and walked off.
Alaska looked up, her voice groggy, "What... just... happened...?" She watches Alec walk off, and then back to Jane. She fought to keep her eyes open.
Alaska smiles, but she hesitates before she responds, "Yeah.. I just you know.. You guys seemed so close. But him being a werewolf and all. Fights should be expected." Alaska sighs. "You wouldn't happen to have a spell that gives you more energy do you?" Alaska asks her eyes only half open. She smells something like a demon nearby. Demons... They are almost never good... She thinks.
Jane thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, I actually do," she said, digging into her pockets to look for a piece of chalk. Had to draw a circle to do this spell. She drew the circle and sat at one side of the circle, trying to think of the words. "Sit on one side.
*watches the two, resting my Eclipse Scythe on my shoulder* (eclipse scythe is the same scythe you saw in one of my pictures)
Jane closed her eyes, taking deep breaths. "Close your eyes... Focus your thoughts on staying awake," she said softly, metholdical.
"Yay!" She says happily. "Thanks a lot Jane! I was half asleep... " Alaska runs a hand through her hair.
Alaska smiles brightly, and at that moment she starts to float. She doesn't really notice though. Too happy to notice she's walking on air.
Jane's eyes widened and looked down at her feet. "Uh... That's not suppossed to happen," she said, laughing a little.
"What's not supposed to happen?" Alaska asks.Watson was hiding behind a tree, shielding his scent in case any werewolves were around and stifles a laugh.
Alaska looks down at her feet, "Whoa..." She looks at Jane. "You didn't do that?" She asks, her eyebrows raising. Watson facepalmed. Of course the Witch didn't do it. I mean...she's a witch .


