Azmirian was absorbed in his work, unaware of Mordacai's approach despite his overactute hunter's senses. He sculplted away at the giant lima bean, smoothing it, working it, and getting out the air bubbles. Somewhere during the process he leaned back and sat on his haunches, tail curled around his hind claws gracefully. Finally, the thing was smooth and perfectly curved. He tilted his head at it with pride and gently set it down. He moved on, grabbing a small-midsized blot of clay and rolling it back and forth in his claws, turning it into a tapered, thin cylinder. He took two talons and scooped more clay out of the reserves to add to the form in two circular knobs which he began to taper to the rod and make smooth.

Rosalie continued to draw not caring about anything else her blonde curls were like curtains around her pale face and her golden eyes were fixed in a serious manner on her page she did a realistic cat sketch a black kitten with green eyes to be precise she shaded the fur darkly with her pencil that used green for the eyes. The kitten was standing tail pointing Striaght up and looking up nose up pointing to a cracked wall. It wasn't as good as the anime but impressive all the same. She didn't look up after she finished she sketched her name Black Kitten and the date in the corner smiling only slightly behind her blonde curly curtains.

Nefret and Ammon had found themselves an abandoned shed that they soon found themselves calling home for the time, not really having any clue of where to do. They were very far away from their home, nothing was familiar to what they were use to seeing in their desert like environment they had come use to. The two lay on the floor of the shed, curled into a ball against each other, both in sphinx form for the time being. A rustling of a tree outside caused the female to stir from her nap. She lifted her head only slightly to gaze towards the sky, the sun had already set, but there was something she was forgetting about. School, that’s right school, there wasn't a doubt in her mind that they were late.

Quickly she sprang up onto her paws, causing her twin to wake up from the sudden movement. “What’s wrong?” he questioned the girl, his thick accent hard to miss.

“We are late for school my brother,” she said in a hurry to grab her bag of things. It was their first day at the school, it was going to be hard fitting in for them.

“School?” the word ran through his mind, “SCHOOL!” The male quickly sprang to his own feet, grabbing a his own bag with school supplies their parents had send with them and slung it around his neck. He glanced over at his sister whom done the same, and once they were both ready they took off towards the direction of the school.

It had taken them a few minutes to find their way, but they soon made it, late, but they made it. As they approached the school Ammon slowly made his way into a more human like shape, but stopped short to turn around, his sister had stopped a few feet behind. The male raised an eyebrow in confusion before walking over to his still sphinx formed sister, leaning over to see what was the matter. “What is wrong sister?” concern in his voice.

“I’m a little nervous to be honest Ammon, what if we don’t fit in?” she lowered her head to look at the ground. Ammon only gave a slight chuckle before setting a hand gently onto her head.

“Even if we don’t fit in with anyone here, we still have each other,” he smiled in reassurance. Nefret looked up to his face and couldn't help but to smile back, he always knew how to make her feel better. With a head nod she slowly made her way into her human like shape as well and they both made their way into the building. To their suspicion, they were indeed late, probably a little too late at that. What they needed to do now was find their class, art it was. They both looked at each other for a minute then made their way down the hall.

It didn't take too long for them to find where they were going, and once they go there they entered the room. Nefret looked around at everyone in the room, the nervous feeling she had earlier returning to her. Her brother sensed the change in her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, trying to give her some sort of comfort. The girl let out a soft sigh as she leaned her head against him then they both found their way to a spot in the back. Ammon pulled a chair right up next to Nefret as she sat down, and without hesitation or the fear of people watching, he pressed his forehead against hers. A slight purring sound could be heard coming from him, in all his experiences with her sister, it was the only way he knew to make her feel calm.

Nefret wasn't sure how to respond right then, but soon started to purr herself. The sheer vibration and soothing sound making her feel more calm and at ease. They sat like that for a couple of minutes, even with the eyes wondering and looking towards them both. Their bond was too strong to care, they were like the closest of friends to each other, not having many friends growing up.

((woooah didn't think this would end up so long lol sorry for the long read XD;;))

Mordacai saw the kids enter the class room late and watched them as they took their seats. He watched as they put their heads together and he saw a strong bond there, he didn't know why but he felt resentment toward the two. He clenched the desk and his eyes slowly darkened with rage and the desk caught fire but he didn't even notice. After a few seconds the anger passed and he sat stunned. Why had he reacted like that? He quickly turned to his burning desk and put it out. "Sorry, I don't know what happened there," he quickly said to the teacher and students who had noticed what had happened. He drew a renewal ruin and mummered, "ενεργοποιήσετε!" The desk returned to how it once was, without any burn marks, and Mordacai felt the small tug of exhaustion that comes with his spells that reverse damage. He moved back to where the late kids where and quickly apologized for moving again to the teacher. "So, What are your stories? Where do you come from?" He kept his voice calm although the purring thing was confusing him slightly. While he waited for an answer he balled up a piece of paper and threw it at the girl who he'd seen leaving where the dog was to see if she had any abilities. ( He was still curious as to what she was and what she could do.)

By the time all this had happened, the lima bean, four knobby sticks, and head had been compiled into the basic form of a deer. It was larger than life size, around six feet tall. Everything was smoothed and the joints between sections had been seamlessly connected. It wasn't finished by Azzie's standards, though. He carved at a chunk of clay in one claw carefully, ears pinned to the back of his head in concentration. It was indistinguishable at this point, but turning out just the way he wanted.

Dani watched as the guy caught sight of the two new kids and burned the desk. What a strange behavior to take on. He seemed to be fine earlier. She raised an eyebrow as he moved to the back of the room. He had completely ignored her. Well, that was what she thought until he threw a balled up piece of paper at her. She titled her head to the side in confusion.

"What?" she mouthed to him.

The two caught scent of the fire that had started in the class room, but paid to attention to it, what mattered at the moment was getting the nerves of Nefret calm enough for her to get through the day. Soon enough the fire had been put out, or so it was assumed by them having to longer having any sense of a fire in the room at all anymore. It was only a couple of minutes after when they heard a voice, speaking towards them which caused Ammon to turn his head quickly. His yellow eyes gleamed at them, wondering why he had taken an interest in knowing such things about them, but he answered anyway.

“Why do you very well care of such things about us?” he raised his brow, “we come from Egypt where we’ve lived our lives till now in an old pyramid. Easy to hide from the peering eyes of humans that sneak in for nothing but the treasures of the one buried inside.” Ammon turned his attention away from the male that had spoken to them and looked at his sister, whom seemed to be feeling better than she was before.

“As for, as you said out ‘story’ , I feel since we do not know you well enough, me and Nefret shall keep that to ourselves for now,” he paused for a minute, “sound alright to you my sister?”

Nefret looked around her brother and peered towards the one sitting where they were, her wings giving just a slight rustle. “It, sounds alright to me,” she said in a soft toned voice, unsure of the male that spoke to them.

Mordacai mouthed back, "Just curious." Then turning his attention back to the new duo he smiled and said, "Sorry to have pried on your privacy, I was simply curious about you. You... Interest me..." Seeing he wasn't wanted there he moved back to where he sat closer to the front with the dragon and girl whom he'd thrown paper at.

By the time he had returned, two perfect antlers lay at Azmirian's feet. He delicately picked one up with two talons, scored the base of it and the deer's head, added some slip and attatched it firmly. He then repeated the process with the other antler. The stag was gorgeous, perfectly proportioned, eyes full of majesty and posture suggesting motion. Azzie smiled pridefully down at it and bared his talons. With a loving glint in his eye he began to drag his claws gently across the form in short little strokes. Fur appeared on the back of the stag, the sides, the legs, the head, the tail. The antlers' veins and texturing was added, and there stood a stag of clay, ready to run.

Now was the fun part. Azmirian turned to the two nearest him and smiled mischieviously. "Stand back."

Mordacai smiled at how happy the dragon seemed. He prepared a spell to surprise everyone once the dragon finished what he was doing. Mordacai's smile turned into a knowing smirk and he waited.

Dani rolled her eyes at the boy who had mouthed Just curious to her. Her attention didn't stay on him long though. The dragon seemed to be finishing up his artwork. As he announced that everyone should stand back, she moved a couple seats behind where she originally was. That was when she noticed the guy from earlier. He was sitting near her again.

"Dude, what is up with you?" she asked curiously.

Azmirian smiled pridefully down at his creation of clay, relishing the next step. With a look to the teacher who nodded approval, he began to suck in air and exhale roughly. Smoke drifted from his nostrils and agape mouth lazily, but increased in intensity as he breathed faster and faster. His silver eyes glinted with a huge inhalation, but on the exhale, he clacked his molars together and flexed the bottom of his throat. Two sources of sparks lit in his mouth as he opened up his maw and issued a burst of warm air. As it passed into his jaws, the gases ignited to turn into gales of superheated dragon fire. The smell of hydrogen and sulfur filled the room instantly and a wave of heat flooded the space. The stag was eaten by the fire. The crackling roar of the flames shut out any other noises in the room for around ten seconds. Azzie released the flame and inhaled deeply, relishing the fresh air.

There before the class stood a fired sculpture of a stag, ready for display, glaze, or paint.

'Interest me'? The phrase ran through their minds for a bit, how ever was he interested in them? Eventually Ammon let go of the thought but it still seemed to run around in his sister's head. She'd never had anyone show any sort of interest in them before, living such a sheltered life before coming here there was only them two and their parents. Her eyebrow furrowed a bit, catching the eyes of her dear brother, who looked upon her slightly worried. "What troubles you?" he questioned her, his hand gently placed upon her head.

"Well," Nefret paused briefly, "we are new here and I feel like we should.. be making friends but..." Her voice trailed off as she glanced around the classroom at everyone that was attending that class at the moment. All different sorts of people and all different sorts of creatures. It interesting her very much but somehow she couldn't very well get herself to open up so soon.

"But what?" he asked as his wings twitched just slightly.

"We really aren't doing a good of a job trying..." Nefret's head hung down as she stared at the ground, unsure of anything at this point and time.

Ammon merely chuckled at her, "do not worry to much about it sister, we will eventually make friends.. we just have to get use to being around here is all." He got up out of his chair a grabbed a few things of paint, consisting of the colors black, tan, brown, and a gold-ish one.

"I know what will cheer you up, let's do some painting, you love painting," he smiled, setting the paints on the table in front of them. His sister smiled just slightly, she did love to paint but before she could get do doing any paint there was a strange heat . They both looked forward to the front of the classroom where a dragon was setting fire to something, though the only think they noticed from it was the smell of hydrogen and sulfur. The scent carried into their sensitive noses causing them to let out a soft hiss in discomfort.

As soon it it was over the the smell left they relaxed, "that is better," the girl said as she took hold of a paint brush and began painting. Ammon follow suite and joined in doing so, painting the ancient language they grew up with.

looking at the newly crafted deer mordacai smiled, he rose to leave the class and just as he walked out of the door he mumbled the words to activate the spell he'd prepared. The deer shimmered slightly and then tentatively lifted a leg. Realizing where it was it moved and bolted toward the open door mordacai had left open. For several minutes it was gone but Mordacai decided to end his fun and sent it back, the deer wandered back into the class, resumed it's old posituion, and once again became a fired work of art. Shortly after Mordacai returned and took his seat. "Did I miss anything? Great work Azmirian, very... Lifelike." Mordacai had said it with what hoped to be genuine surprise.... And he was very good at faking his emotionts.

Dani watched as the deer sculpture actually started moving. She looked at the dragon and tilted her head.

"Dragons can do that?!" she asked.

Dani was shocked at her level of learning for the day. The teacher walked up in front of the classroom after the deer took its position today. He pushed his glasses up on his nose.

"Alright, well, I guess the most learning any student will be doing today is learning about each other. I'll make today an exploration day. Any of you who wish to share who you are and what you can do may do so. Please don't do anything that will cause destruction to anything or harm anyone." he said.

Dani sat back with a smirk on her face. Well, I guess I won't be making any demonstrations in class today if the teacher doesn't want any harm to occur to others. She looked at the boy who had just walked in and acted all shocked. It almost didn't surprise her that the deer had moved, seeing as how they went to a school for kids with unnatural abilities.

Ravencrest looked at the front of the school and sighed. "Well I guess its either now or never, tho I don't know why my father had sent me here. I was doing just fine in the school I was just in. Well what ever reason Im here I hope that it helps." said Raven as he walked into the building and walked into the office and sat in the chair waiting for the advisor.

Raven waited for a few more mins looking arounf looking at all the people walking up and doen the halls, the bell wrang and everyone in the hall quickly moved to their next class. Still waiting in the office, Raven was sitting when he finally walked up to the office desk. "Excuse Miss, can I speak to the person that is in charge, I dont want to miss any more school than I already have." he said in a polite voice, waiting for them to answer him.

Dani sighed as she stared at a blank canvas in front of her. She never was one for art. Well, not this kind of art. She liked to dance. Her eyes searched for the clock. There has to be one... Dani turned around in her seat so she was facing the teacher's desk. Hah! There it is. The clock was right above the teacher's desk. There were only a couple minutes left of class. I can wait a couple more minutes. Dani relaxed in her seat and stared at the clock. The second hand seemed to move very slowly around the clock. As she stared at the clock, she fell into a sort of a trance. It seemed to happen to anyone who stared at something too long. The bell finally rang, bringing her out of her trance.

"Yes!" she cheered to herself and grabbed her backpack to head off to her next class.

Dani glanced down at her schedule, which was on the front of her binder. Moral Philosophy. She smirked. Oh, morals...