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@kismetil      what can i say?   i like to get my work done as soon as i can so i can have the rest of the time being to fuck off

right,       a project that’s probably not due until next week.   you shouldn’t work yourself too hard.      

@kismetil        i have a big project,   crowley.   so the library is my purgatory until i’m done     .. even this late

@yamata-no-orochi      it can be,   if that’s what you want

@yamata-no-orochi    * AYE!!! UNHAND HER!!

@wolfswrath     *   What’re they gonna do about it

@yamata-no-orochi   /     im alerting the authorities

@wolfswrath    mhm.     [the small jar is offered and he has yet to pause his note taking.   the smell of old papyrus,    and the sweet scent of honey weeds  from his desk was enough to fill the lab with a welcoming aroma── it was the least he could do after orion lamoy mistook the squid skin powder for dragon scales.    an ‘accident’ he called it.     sejanus tried his best to relieve the room of it’s stench but he could only do so much]      you should take extra.  just in case,        it takes weeks to perfect.  better now than never 

@aestreller      perfect,   because i can’t afford to miss another one of casca’s lectures.    thanks 

@wolfswrath      i don’t know..     do you?   they’re just flowers..    don’t take it to heart much.    

@kimaquare     well,   i’ve mentally checked off the first three..   considering nobody’s died and i’ve been on my best behavior.    so that leaves     ..the last two.     oh,  saints───   do you think i have some ominous secret admirer?    not that i’m not complaining,    i love dahlias..

@wolfswrath      sadness,  betrayal,  mourning.   all that good stuff,   but it can also mean an eternal bond and commitment between two people.   it’s really up to person for what they want it to represent for /them/.  

@wolfswrath         yeah,  you’re right.    ill revise my earlier statement to say i can’t help that his class is /boring/    ..but,  i appreciate the excuse nonetheless.

@crowarc       who       ..do you think you’re fooling right now?    i can’t do much for you since you’re sleeping in class,    but i’ll conjure up some sort of excuse for you 

@wolfswrath        ..i cannot believe that you would sit here and accuse me of sleeping in a class.  it’s..  so out of character for my scholarly personality.

@wolfswrath      wolves den?     do you even know me?  [it’s enough to make him laugh.  wolves were wolves,    lions were lions and he preferred to stay where his people were.   not that he didn’t like the wolves ── he was indifferent about them.  had no real opinion.     the graye girl was cool, though]     i don’t think i’ll be going 

@brrrat     and you are so brave for battling the beasts of the forest,  such a valiant knight you are.   [it was apparent how she annunciated certain words that she was nothing but teasing him,   regardless a thankful smile worked its way onto her features once he retrieved the small plastic baggy of moon leaves.   taking them into her grasp,  she tucked it into the sleeve of her sweater]    thanks.   also,   party in the wolves den tonight,   you coming?

@wolfswrath             do you know how long it took for me and camelot to find these?    never mind fighting for our lives against a forest troll.      you’re basically asking me to lend you a limb,      here.      [but his feet are already moving, and in the deep pockets of his riding coat,   he finds his bag of moon leaves,     the vibrant plant shimmering under the dim light of his dorm]          

        Hiricine had guided the way to multiple wins when it came to dragon racing,  with her impeccable ability and great speed.   and if Anya had pursued it maybe she would’ve been one of the greatest players the wolves had seen,   but her hopes and dreams were cut short in her fifth year,  when the leather of her saddle ripped from years of wear and tear,  leading Anya to a twenty foot fall from the sky.  Since that day,  she never stepped foot on that field again,  only mounting Hiricine on leisure trips in the clouds.  More specifically at night,   even if the risk of getting caught was even more dangerous.             
                             One night in her sixth year,  she and Hiricine had flown too far and came across a place they were foreign———  and ultimately unaware of.  Outside of the world of dragons.  It was..  different,  and liberating.  Something Anya Graye had so deeply craved in a world of high expectations and ultimate honor.  From that point forward,  she knew what she wanted her future to be.   Come graduation in 1976,  Anya- Venetia Graye had disappeared from the dragon world,   her name only a remembrance of who she once was,  and who she could’ve been.  The only memory of her would walk those very halls from 1991 to 2002,   her four beautiful children.   In which one,  her eldest daughter,   would sit the throne with her husband in the years following.

YOU WILL BE NOTHING BUT A VAGUE MEMORY.  BUT EVEN THEN,  YOUR BLOOD WILL PROSPER.    (_____)  :   Anya-Venetia Graye (b. 1956)  was the oldest child and only daughter bore to Almedus and Dorothea Graye (née Proctor).   A girl born with curls as dark as the night sky,  but eyes as verdant and striking as fresh cut grass.  A free spirited girl full of life,  devoted to her family name as the picture perfect daughter and older sister to her only brother, Malcom. 
                              HER FAMILY was prominent in western history,   being the very family that reigned the west for centuries until a certain Martell overthrew them,   leaving their bloodline scarce and at a threat of extinction.  Yet she was still here,  plenty of generations later carrying that very name.  A name that fought so valiantly in wars with unwavering loyalty.  It was in her blood.
                             IN THE FALL OF 1968,  Anya attended the school of dragons,  being sorted into the house of the WOLF,  much like her family before her.  She wasn’t a face that would go unnoticed,  everyone seemed to know who she was,  even as a young first year.  Involved,  committed,  and social with everyone,  the young Graye seemed to make friends fairly fast,  within and outside of her house.  With her parents’ utmost respect and approval of their daughter,   she then quickly hatched a she-dragon,   Hiricine;   a dragon who almost resembled her———   scales as dark as night with emerald underwing and belly,  the crown of horns on her head an ombré pattern of green and black.