“Here comes the new blood!” A voice called out across the massive main plaza of the school’s front grounds, students of the various other years littered around the area from sitting on the ground in circles with magic floating around forming all sorts of various colors and patterns shown, others along the walls leaning against them trying to look “casual” or cool, where others were seen about the roofs, upper floors and balconies of the various buildings. At one of the buildings to the side of the front plaza, a small group of people of various years were gathered with a few figures sitting on the edge of the roofline. The person who yelled it standing on the edge of the roofline.
The person who had shouted was a more petite woman with a lithe person, but a muscled runner figure, dark ruddy toned tanned skin, waist length pitch black hair pushed up off the sides of her head into a mohawk of ponytails down her skull letting it hang onto her chest, piercing neon yellow eyes with rather bird like features with a sharp nose and eyes, a very proud and haughty air to her posture with elongated limbs and her arms/legs covered in the scaling like a bird’s legs, but in deep blues and black, her feet replaced with that of a bird and her hands and feet adorned with massive golden talons with a pair of short, thick and fluffy feathery wings off her back in pitch black/navy feathers with the flight feathers along the edges being neon yellow with shocks of yellow thinly merging up the wings, dressed in layered necklaces and bracelets of turquoise stones and silver, big red beaded earrings, a wide necked ivory colored blouse edged in beading with ragged jeans and barefoot, a bundle of rawhide strings adorned with beads, turquoise and charms were wrapped around each ponytail’s base letting the charms hang to the sides of her head by very pointed ears, the blouse tucked into very pale stone washed and frayed short-shorts.
“Calm down up there. I can already smell the ozone emanating off you” A guy on the balcony said, leaning on the railing a little where he and one of the others had hung a massive banner for the group’s club, the banner was wide and white with every type of pride flag possible along the edges with LGBTQA+ Alliance across it in blocky black script across it. The guy looking out was a little on the shorter side of average, thin in his body, but stocky framed with softly tanned skin and chest length messy wavy black hair, dark hazel almond shaped eyes with a slight wild look in them, heavy scruff and pointed ears, strong facial features and a large tribalistic tattoo covering his entire upper right arm of a bear that could be seen a touch by the openness of his shirt, dressed in dark jeans, heavy boots and a tight fitted ivory shirt with a buttoned neck and sleeves just past the elbow, a pair of shark teeth hanging from his earlobes and a puka shell necklace around his neck with wooden bead bracelets around his wrists with hands adorned with long claws, the heavy scruff on his face could also be seen a bit by the very prominent hair across his person which showed at the top of his open shirt and along his exposed arms.
“Any guesses yet?” A girl at the other end of the balcony asked, taller than the first two with rich caramel toned skin and no hair visible because of the ornately patterned and day-glow colored hijab fashioned as a turban around her head, fastened with a leaf shaped pin, golden amber eyes with vine like patterns across her skin, a little heavier set for her height and her very narrow build, and dressed in mismatched floral prints across her long-wide sleeved blouse, long skirt and shoes, nothing matched and everything clashed, but in a weirdly fitting way that didn’t seem weird on her despite the fact a blacklight would make her look like a glowstick factory.
“That guy’s without a doubt a Bear with this one” someone added pointing towards someone walking in while slapping the shoulder of the guy with the Bear tattoo, a taller man whom looked like a Greek statue, golden tanned with pale dusty dirty blond hair pulled back into a low tail, but the ends of his hair seemed to move on their own as he moved, glowing neon green eyes with slit pupils, sandy toned scale covered pointed ears that went along the contours of his person and face, darker warmer brown scales along the hallows of his cheeks, around his hairline, sides of his nose and jaw with paler ones across the higher planes of his angular face with a diamond like pattern fading along his arms, a pair of dark sunglasses resting low down his nose, dark brown brows and massive lashes with long elegant hands covered in scales with sharp talons, dressed in a turquoise, coral and white patterned tank top, pale shorts and slides, hunks of coral serving as earrings and covered in jewelry as well.
“I see a Rabbit from here” A guy said from a chair behind the three at the railing, sitting forward on the chair with his arms resting on his legs, petite and narrow in body and frame, short messy hair dyed electric cobalt, shocking neon pink eyes and paler skin with this gorgeous opalescent luster to it, dressed in lots of layers and clashing colors, patterns and prints, dark jeans covered in embroidered patches covering the legs entirely ranging from flowers to stars and rainbows to little cartoon characters and everything in between and heavy white boots with neon laces despite the weather, face adorned with no brows and dark shadow smoked out to the temples with neon toned liner and neon toned fake lashes and other makeup.
“Well, my house is usually one of the smaller ones.” A girl said as she sat beside him, long legs crossed as she coiled a small piece of her hair around her fingers, absurdly petite looking compared to the standing members and slightly reserved looking, a slight hunch to her extended next and dark mousy brown hair to her collar in an indiscriminate texture where you couldn’t tell what it was, pointy ears and dark green eyes with long sharp fangs in place of canines and the rest of her teeth were razor sharp looking, rather soft and gentle features, but heavy dark circles and high almost pointed looking cheekbones and long claws on her hands. She seemed quite comfortable despite the weather clad in a dark red beanie, a silver ring through her septum with red pentacle adorned tunnels in her ears and a gold spike through her bridge, a white hoodie patterned with a designer logo with the red bar across her chest, the sleeves pushed back to her elbows with black skinny jeans ripped at the knees, a few chains off her hip and heavily worn Doc Marten boots.
“Zay, I heard that someone in this coming year is around your rank of rarity” the guy with the bear tattoo said looking up to the second figure sitting on the edge of the roof, their feet hung to nearly right in front of his face. The figure was neither feminine or masculine, but somehow not a mix, just…you had no idea about them: taller side of six feet with extremely icy pale skin covered in swaths of dark freckles, sharp angular features with all sharp teeth with massive fangs replacing their canine teeth and incisors, a forked blue-black tongue and these piercing swirled silver and gold eyes with slit pupils and softly glowing in the sunlight, it wasn’t hard to miss that the colors of their eyes were actively swirling like extremely slow whirlpools as the gold shifted into silver then back to gold around their pupils. Broad shouldered, broad chested, but a corseted waist, fuller hips and long muscled legs with digitigrade joints ending in a pair of glossy pitch black goat hoofs in place of feet held in stocky platform combat boots made of just belts with no actual material, they sat with one hoof on the other knee, a large thick book open on their lap as neon green painted talons slowly turned crispy sounding pages. Their head rolled a little as they looked over, showing a long, glossy pair of ivory ram horns coiled off their temples with black texturing that curved along their head into a vertical ring like shape with their points a few inches apart making the ring broken and a sweeping curve as the two horns loosely corkscrewed in the circular fashion, ears pointed to the crown of their skull pierced seven times with claw like rings, no actual brows, but makeup and a piercing through the outer side of the left brow, a ring through the left side of their nose and a matching through the right side of their lower lip. They smiled softly showing their sharp teeth, black painted lips glossy and softly glittery as they licked them, face contoured in grays with intense silvery mirror fashioned highlighter and sharp eyes edged heavily in dark shadow and liner smoked outwards into upward flicked wings and a mane of vibrant neon green hair back in a tail that hung down to their chest in brushed out curls, a spiked band around the tail’s base, dressed in a leather cropped halter top with a spike, chain and stud covered cropped white leather jacket, high waisted black jeans that were flared over their legs with the black fading to stark white at the bottoms, masses of heavy gothic gaudy jewelry across their person to white fingerless gloves on their hands and rings across their fingers, a black and deep green body harness under their jacket and a wide, wide brimmed black hat beside their hip and a pair of green coffin shaped sunglasses resting low on their nose.
“I see” they said, a low, slow and melodic voice thick with an accent as they looked out, “Well, I’m sure…they won’t give me much trouble.”
“Please…everyone gives you trouble.” The girl in the turban said with a soft laugh. “We should probably head over to the auditorium…Daisy volunteered us to hand out badges.”
“It’s the best way for them to know that if they’re gay they’re safe here.” The girl in the hoodie said.
“You also just want to check out the girls.” The girl with wings on the roof said
“Slander…but not wrong” the girl in the hoodie said
“Race you, Vivi” the girl with wings added as they nudged the jaw of the horned figure with the book who laughed before closing the book as it vanished in a swirl of mercurial looking magic as they rolled their shoulders and two sets of massive black feathered wings with very long, thin and sharp golden talons adorning the joints and ends of the fronds of bone making the width of the wings, they crackled and whined as they expanded from their back, hyper-extended making them too long for their height and too thin with long knife like shaped feathers that were so deep black they were all, but a void in time and space save for the rainbow like sheen to their surfaces, the joints moved too much giving the wings an almost broken looking shape and altering the perception of how the wings are shaped making them look warped and twisted beyond comprehension.
“Gladly” they added before motioning out with a softly extended open hand in a graceful long motion, “I’ll give you a twenty second head start, that should give you…enough of a chance.”
“Oh, you’re on” the girl with wings said bouncing her feet sending pops of static across the roof before diving off the roof leaving the air buzzing with static, the horned figure just laughed as they counted before their wings barely moved as they fell backwards off the roof with a salute as their other hand held their hat in place, barely turning and tucking their wings in as a flash of silver, that left thin ribbons following the points of their wings, followed as they shot across the school’s grounds sending a soft rush of a sonic boom like force across the plaza fluttering the posters, vines and flowers, table cloths, people’s clothing, flags, pendants and people’s hair and the branches of all the trees.
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