Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27235572-20150920191601/@comment-27235572-20150921211343

At this, Atalanta began to chortle. Her laughter was loud and long, but as time stretched on, it sounded more eerie and disturbing. When she looked up, her eyes were as gray as storm clouds. "I'm sorry, love." She sneered, not looking apologetic at all. "But, unless you actually participate and show some skills, I'm not going to treat any of you with respect. Know why?"

Her eyes grew darker as a sharp wind began to blow around her, stirring up leaves and snatching away threads of Laurel's hair. ("Hey, I spent a long time growing this!" He cried petulantly.) "Because, I am bigger and badder than any wolf. Because I can huff and puff with a soft little blow and call a hurricane down on your castles and fortresses. Because no one resists the weather completely. So, we're in control and you need to just keep your mouth shut unless you're leaving. So, no, I will not be speaking to you with respect until you prove yourself as worthy of my attention."

With a little sniff, the wind died down and her blue eyes reappeared. "I suggest you listen to Coach Callisto and I from now on: we're not adverse to using unsavory methods to teach some... discipline."