The Mage, The Wolf and The Locked Words of a Diary - The Black Wolf Diaries II

Chapter 8: The Dance of the Wolves

Key for this chapter:

Stiles' Thoughts

Anyone Else's Thoughts

'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...'

POVs

""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""

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Warning: Alternative POVs

Thursday 18th, September, 2015

Nine AM

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Stiles walked into the dojo, Derek beside him, "So should I really start, getting scared now?" he asked looking around.

His attention was caught then, at a woman who stood dressed in what seemed to be some sort of uniform that consisted of loose white pants, a plain grey t-shirt that fit her tight enough to give him a complex, and a set of colored cords-yellow and white-around her waist.

The rest of the people milling about in the room were in more or less similar attires.

If he had to guess, and Stiles hadn't known this was a Capoeira class, he would have had to say this was probably a tae-kwon-do class or something along those lines.

He'd pictured, rather vividly with his over-active imagination, a burly, muscular man with a hairy chest that bulged from the opening of the white uniform yelling instructions from the front of the room with a vein close to popping, but now faced with this picture, the woman painted a more visceral image than anything he could possibly have come up with-and he'd already been told Jacqueline would be hosting the class.

"Not yet", Derek smirked and then grinned at the audible gulp he'd sported.

Stiles whined, "You're not allowed to be mean to me", he pouted.

"Oh Stiles, as your instructor this is how I take my wrath", he grinned deviously.

Before Stiles could even come up with any kind of response, music of soft drums began;

"For any newcomers who are just joining us today via drop-in, this is Beginners Capoeira," the woman's voice is not orotund, but it reverberates pleasantly within the close quarters of the studio, one side of which has a full-length mirror that stretches from one wall to the next.

"My name's Jacqueline and I am the instructor for this class. If there are any questions or concerns, don't hesitate to come and talk to me", she started, "Now personally I see a lot of new faces here. Although, as I'm not the original and main instructor, I apologize for not recognizing any of you", she laughed weakly.

"Before we start, let's start with the introductions", she smiled softly. "Since there are only twenty of us here, it will not take too long", she offered unnecessarily.

A young girl with purple braids in her stunningly black hair grinned, "I don't mind introducing myself", she started, "Mine name is Raven Wilde, I'm eighteen years old, and as you can guess from Ireland", she drawled with a sarcastic smiled, "I've only just moved to California, I'm here exploring college options", she grinned with another wave, "Also according to ma, to kick some ass gracefully", she winked.

Several of the members chuckled at the blatant cheekiness.

The girl next to her slapped her upside the head, "That's what she'd like you to think, But Rave is a martial arts expert, don't take in her tiny cheerful persona, she's no angel, she's my personal version of what Hellcat are supposed to be like", she grimaced, "I'm Simone, I'm eighteen. Raven is my twin sister. And as you may have guessed I'm on babysitting duty. Ma and Pa will have my head if this idiot conquers this form of Martial arts as well", she shuddered and then leaned in as if offering a secret, "I though get to dress her up in all kinds of female garb for as thrice as long as these classes last", she grinned a tad manically, coming off more 'hellcat-like' than Raven.