Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27235572-20150920191601/@comment-27260597-20150923153532

Vega's magpie wings fluttered so that her feet were barely brushing the ground. During all this time, her hands were fiddling with something, that looked like a big braided cylinder? It was about 5 inches long and 1 inch in width and thickness. Vega's porcelain fingers wove the strips in and out. She finally tested it out.

Diane was keeping a great pace at speed-walking. She walked next to the fluttering Vega, who had apparently gotten her fingers stuck in her fresh-made chinese handcuffs.

"Aren't you immortal or somethng? Just like, turn into into an iguana and get out." Diane wasn't particularly interested but it gave her something to do.

"Right. That's how people beat chinese handcuffs. They turn into an iguana." Vega snapped. Interestingly, when she was working, she was quite annoyed if interupted.

As the class continued on, no one noticed the figure in the shadows. Her luxurious black hair fell over her back, complimenting her Native American tone. Her yellow eyes were slanted nd her incisors long and sharp. Separating her hair into two pieces was a row ridged, dagger-like spikes on her back. On one arm was visible of a patch of green, shiny scales. The other had some sort of tattoo? It was some sort of eagle.

The girl watched with interest before continuing on, following the group, slithering throught the shadows as any pather would.