Cloud Rhapsody (Ravian)

[MIUMI H. BERAMē!]

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[atrb=style, height: 326px; padding: 0px 78px 0px 103px] A sharp and rather alarming gasp would emerge from between slightly parted chapped lips followed by occasional spasms of limbs; something had him terrified. As he laid among one of the ground’s various trees on a branch sprawled; much like a content cat. His normally cheerful dreams had become twisted and he saw mortifying sights. Miumi who was very much against fighting most of the time despite being such an adept fighting with a meister or alone; he lacked the will or desire to hurt another person. It’s why the first few of his meisters had left him because they couldn’t synchronize with him right and many found him too heavy or they hurt themselves. His dreams had showed him alone in the middle of a battle field with sanguine fluid splattered from head to toe and a head grasped within his hands. At this point Miumi had awoken from his rather strange slumber and flailed and would actually fall from the tree. There was an awkward loud thud followed by a series of low and almost primal groaning as he would flail his legs and arms; like he was a kid having a childish fit. His hair was cascading wildly over his face as he laid there and he would stare between the leaves into the endless cerulean sky and he envied it; never truly looking evil or menacing just simply stunningly beautiful in its own way. His porcelain arm would slide upwards pressing against the cool skin of his forehead pushing his bangs back briefly revealing those piercingly cold and distant eyes. They were close to a blind man and held an icy steely blue edge to them with their splotches of green and gray laced in it was truly a haunting sight. As he stuck his tongue out he would twist his snake bites idly one at a time and go back to his cloud gazing. A lot of people in the school didn’t like him because many proclaimed him unwieldable; or he didn’t allow them to wield him because they showed too much blood-lust or over eagerness. No one had come to ask if he was okay and honestly he was used to it; always isolated from people and some people weren’t even sure of his gender as he fiddled idly with the zipper of his hello kitty hoodie. As well as twirling his index finger into one of the wholes in the black brass knuckle necklace and stuck his tongue out as he giggled. He was in a good mood for some reason despite the pain; maybe because it reminded him he was alive. Adjusting the taunt black t-shirt which was riddled with skulls and straightening his skirt which had chains and hand cuffs draping over it’s red and black plaid surface. ” It’s peaceful…

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By JAWN of AA, OTE, and TC

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[RAVIAN!]

A dark skinned boy walked out of class, his dreads falling at odd angles. It was never in order, you couldn't simply brush dreads, you could run your fingers through them but you were bound to miss one. He shook his head from side to side, attempting to fix it. It kinda worked, in changing the disorder to a different chaos.

He wore shorts, khakis to be specific. It was more than warm enough for them. Not that it mattered he was known to wear shorts and T-shirts on the winter. With those shorts he wore a plain orange polo. The sky was completely clear, nothing but blue skies as far as the eye can see. The grounds of the academy were popular but by no means crowded. He looked about and just barley saw a girl fall from a tree.

He stared at her for a second as she flailed and groaned. He held back a smile. He had never seen someone that old act so young...five seemed about right. She was acting about five..maybe even 4 if the birthday was late. He walked across the grounds slowly, there wasn't any rush, it was midday and the next class wasn't for a while.

He looked to the ground on his way, observing insects and such, avoiding stepping on things. watching ants scurry around, carrying things from place to place. Guided by prelaid trails only they could see. As he got closer he almost questioned whether this she was in fact a she. Not that he was looking but she had a very, very flat chest.

He strolled up until he was a few feet from her. Then leaned over her "Yeah, it is nice out isn't it?" he said happily, "I saw you, um, fall. You okay?...I'm Ravian he added on reaching his hand down for help up or a handshake.