OoC:
Old training thread, just in case. Continuing from my last post in there :3
BiC:
It was a light breathing sound, a soft panting. The half-wolf, half-man lay on the soft, green grass, its whole body riddled with silver needles. The creature snorted as some green blades tickled its black snout. Its mouth was halfway opened, its tongue resting lifelessly on the ground. The creature’s tail twitched, unable to move more than an inch as a soft breeze swept through the small garden and through the werewolf’s silvery fur.
There was the sound of grass crunching under footfalls as a shadow was cast over it. The werewolf, with its eyes closed, seemingly felt the absence of light and knew who stood over it.
“Leave me be, murderer,” the creature snorted as its body shook, trying to ward off the shadow, “let me die.”
Rain frowned slightly as he stood up and turned away, responding with a soft voice, “As you wish.” But before the Grim Angel could say anything more, the werewolf made its last breath, silently giving up the ghost. Rain looked at the body again, finding the mouth in a position where it seemed to be smiling. But not just any normal smile, it was one that was rarely seen; only given when one has been freed of all troubles and miseries of the world.
The Grim Angel’s frown turned into a slight smile as he turned around, expecting to see the woman, his ‘teacher’. She had led him here and probably knew about the werewolf that was rearing up to attack. Rain wanted to know what this teacher had in store for him as he recalled the silver-haired girl’s warning he received just before he was introduced to Cadenza Madrigal. He remembered that the teacher was more or less silent, seemingly acknowledging that ‘actions speak louder than words’, which was probably the reason why she led him through the twisted vine hallway to this small garden, just to face the werewolf.
But when he turned, he saw what he was not expecting to see. The woman was gone, and in her place stood the familiar looking messenger, holding a small piece of paper in his hands.
“Are you finished, here?” he asked, taking a few steps toward the Grim Angel. But before Rain could answer, the man shoved the piece of paper in his face.
“This is for you.”
TEACHER TRANSFERRAL
Dear student,
Due to unexpected circumstances, your teacher, Miss Madrigal, has requested that you be in the care of another teacher from now on.
You are to remain where you are until your teacher arrives. You’ll know who it is when you see the person.
Best Regards,
The Dome.
A new teacher? But Rain hadn’t a chance to talk to his previous one as yet!
Suddenly, the paper dropped from eye-level as the messenger pulled it away, scurrying through the door, probably having other urgent messages to deliver. Rain walked slowly towards the door and reopened it, finding himself back in the twisted vine hallway. He looked at both ends of the long corridor, putting his hands in his pockets. The left side was where he came from, so, if one wanted to explore, the right side would be the place to go.