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Crap cat. He'd been cat spotted. Sheepishly his cat ears went back as he nodded. "I..." Cat. "You smell-" cat "interesting." Swallowing he didn't want a fight but it was cat hard to ignore the part of him that was screaming to chase cat . "Instinct." he muttered. "Hard to ignore." He shook his head but cat that didn't do much. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to but-"
cat cat cat. "Not used to... it."

Well Goht. Not what he had intended but- it was his hole. He'd dug it. Now he had to lie in it. "It is not that I think one would run but-" He shook his head again. "I have never been around cats expect for hunts and chases. No nekomata, no hazcats, nothing like... this place." His ears pinned back. "Truthfully I'd rather avoid fights, but also in truth I find it.." He was going to have to shove mint up his nose at this point. That or cope. He needed to learn to cope. "Habit. I smell anything cat like all I think of are the small feral ones from my home. A fellow student does not come to mind. It's just- hard to displace such thoughts?" He struggled to find the right words, feeling like he was making it worse.
"But if I shy away from the scent I will not learn how to.. handle myself." Arms crossed, the wooden horse was under his arms. King was trying not to be rude but even with the best intentions, he was not perfect.

Edel stared at the pellet. Then back at Muka.

She wasn't quite sure of what to say.

So she stared into the field, enjoying the light breeze that was blowing their way.

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Ulmuka giggled waving his own lance at the strange boil. "That would be me, sir."

Muka was tall and thin, wearing cream and gold clothing of a fine make. He was clearly wealthy. His golden eyes were always wide and observant, blinking at different moments, and he always had a large grin plastered to his face. His wings ruffled on his back, as if to indicate that he was the giant bird. The suddenly there was a cracking sound and in place of his normal head, it was now that of a gigantic owl. He didn't fully shift, only his head for the moment.

His head tilted to the side. "You can have it if you like. The pellet!" A screeched, reverberating voice came from the cracked beak and then suddenly a pop and a stretch and he was back to looking like a normal boil.

"I'm a strix. Ulmuka Knobwalker." He offered a taloned hand. "Pleasure! These lovely ghouls are Anna and Edel."

Anna tensed, closed her eyes, and covered her ears when Ulmuka, um, did whatever... whatever he was doing. It was... kind of gross. Kind of really gross and urgh, her stomach twisted. And she was holding a giant hot dog, which meant she had to smell the giant hot dog, and it really wasn't... good...

She covered her mouth with her free hand, and looked a bit green. "Hi," she squeaked through her gloved fingers, then sat down. It was all she could manage at this point.

Savage is still on her giant one eyed mutant monster corgi when the students start to trickle to the stables. Many one eyed corgi's are already tied up to posts and ready to go.



"Alright students alright. Your all probably wondering what this has to do with humans any ways. Well first off I will happily inform you that humans DON'T have giant mutant one eyed corgi's running around their realm. Their version is a lot smaller of course. Yes... hmmm. .. Yes... " She heels her corgi's side and starts to pace in front of the students back and forth in a very slow trot. "We're mostly using these because the local kelpie tribe is still mad about some ... errrr... boat related issues I may or may not have caused. They have no proof after all," Theirs a very satisfied look from Savage and a bit of a glint in her eye.

"But ahhhh yes... I'm to relate this to the material of the course... I suppose.... What was I saying again? Oh right..." She claps her hands together rather loudly. This spooks her corgi some and causes it to rear up. Savage grabs hold of its ears and regains control, "Humans tend to use , or used, horses back way back when. They would joust for some reason or other. This is actually still practiced on occasion to entertain humans while they eat large amounts of food. Its good to know exactly how this works so that if you ever find your self needing to maybe blend in and for some freak reason ... lets say... you end up in one of these shows SOME HOW. You'll be able to preform with out messing up and making a total a** of your self. Sadly I don't have many lances so most of you will have to make do. Alright, time to pair up now children~" She claps her hands together again and a gnome comes running from the stables. Its clear that this gnome must have been the one to suit up all the corgi's for this class seeing how dirty and roughed up he looks. He's holding a giant scroll under one arms. It takes a great effort on its part to straddle a fence post and climb his way up just to let the list open and fall down with names of pairs listed.

Roch headed for the corgis, first, picking a particularly tough looking one (slobbered on the poor punk twice in adoration before he managed to mount,) and pulling himself into the saddle-- After slipping the pup a piece of jerky.

He had no jackin' clue who Mitzi was. That alone told him it was one of three people, and the big black reaper with the snake didn't look much like a "Mitzi" to him, nor did the mad scientist kid.

"Hey!" he said, clamping his legs around the dog to keep from falling off. "Are you Mitzi?" he called, pointing at the purple haired ghoul he'd been wondering about earlier. "If so, you're my partner." He would let her get mounted and start, he thought. Cuz chances were good she was a first year.