kill For Her -wenclair-

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Weems slowly cleared her throat to get the werewolf teacher to stop playing with his claws behind his back like a nervous boy about to ask his crush out

she could understood he was nervous she couldn't blame him

She was just as nervous as him

but the sound of his claws rubbing against each other was like a cat screaming in her ears

it wasn't a sound she could handle at the very moment

No one in their right mind wouldn't be nervous when dealing with a addams

Only a crazy person wouldn't feel nervous around their deadly stares

and overly friendly smiles that hid how they truly felt

she herself was nervous about dealing with a whole family of them

one never knows when they would lash out for a killing blow

when she personally knew she couldn't even handle one of them on her own

how would she defend her students against a whole family "Miss Wednesday here would like to know what Enid is trained in so far"

Mr stones slowly stood up straight smiling softly his green eyes shining brightly at the thought of talking about the happy blond she wolf

he adored Enid like a daughter the odd wolf was always trying her hardest in each class no matter even if she failed she would just try again

all of the school staff knew enid was a special werewolf and needed extra attention and care

Not that any of them minded giving the blond a bit of extra attention when she asked politely for help

"miss Sinclair trained in attack defence and offence she can also carry 15 time's her level in weight she is very skilled but unfortunately still needs a lot of training"

the male Werewolf teacher slowly puffed up his chest as if he was showing off his own littler of pups

they haven't met a teacher yet that didn't like the young blonde wolf

Enid always made sure to be on time for her classes even sometimes stayed behind to help clean up after the other werewolves

she never got into any fights during school hours or even into a fight after school hours

She was always polite and friendly towards everyone even when they where mean towards her

Weems turned towards the dark knight ready to ask the dark haired raven if she wanted to meet the blond she wolf but to her utter shock

Wednesday was already walking up to Enid like a lioness stalking its weak prey

Said wolf was sitting on her hunches with her left arm wrapped around her knees drawing on the ground with her pink claw

the blonde wolf was so deep in thought that she nearly fell backwards when a pair of black dragon scaled boots stopped in her Line of sight almost stepping on the tip of her pink claw

Enid was so focused on the lines she was writing in the soft patch of sand

Her claw tearing threw the light brown soil as if it was warm butter she wasn't sure what she was drawing

just a bunch of funny words and drawings of symbols she had seen in her dreams
Something about the symbols kept nipping at her forcing her to draw them

Normally she draw them in a stretch book she had made from creatures pelts

using the a bone she had found a few months ago

and a vail of blood that had turned black over time

when her Dreams starter becoming to much for her to handle