I know what I must do. . .
YEAAAAHHH, BOIIIIS! LET'S SLAY US SOME ROTTEN DRAGON BUTT!
Basic Sacrifice - Skins and HeartstringsRose: The sacrifice classes had their highlights... And then there was their worse side.When choosing this course before his year three began, Rose had been perfectly wary of what it might include. Moreover, it had been a step necessary on his way to a degree - and this fact had made the choice a little sweeter to stand. He had passed the 104 course, the one about blood magic, now hadn't he? There was no reason to give up on sacrifice, then. And even less reason to ever admit he might have done thar before the course even started. He'd been professor Razik's student for long enough to know the kelpie liked and trusted him, and had faith in Rose's deep interest in languages - be it normal or magical ones. He didn't want to let the professor down just as much as he didn't want to show his weakness.However... Self-sacrifice?He had expected this to come and yet, he didn't feel prepared enough. Self-sacrifice meant pain, and pain... Pain meant too much memories to deal with,
Shadowmancy in Nature - Lizard Baby It was night time, naturally, as the shadows were longer and thicker at this time, surrounding and blanketing the woods and rocky mountain range that hid the academy from the rest of the world. The sky was overcast, any moonlight concealed by the dense cloud cover, fueling an eerie ambiance around the surrounding area that was punctuated only by the squeaks and screeches of the various nocturnal predators that called the wilds their home, or their prey. These things did not bother one particular student in attendance at the academy, however, and that student was Mojo. Well, she didn't mind the surroundings as much as some other things, per say, such as how lonely and isolated they felt. She had problems--serious phobia-related issues--with being by her lonesome. But as the short unicorn of corruption and chaos hauled herself up and over a short ledge in the middle of the path winding around one mountain in particular used
Introduction to Dollmaking - Herb Fight Mojo bounced into her hexing class as per the usual. It had been such a wonderfully foggy morning that day, and it excited the small girl; one could never know for sure what awful things lurked just behind the shroud of evaporated water. It was like being in a horror game or something. Then again, the school kind of always made her feel like that. She slowed her steps as she came into the class, being sure to give the student teacher a cheerful grin and a wave before moving to her usual seat. It was only until then that she realized she hadn’t brought with her the notebook she used to take notes, write up assignments, and doodle. Well, darn. Racking her brains, she tried to remember where she had left the darn thing, and it wasn’t long before she remembered leaving it on the small table that she kept the pot of her shadow plant, Orc, on near the covered window in her dorm. She half-frowned, a finger curli
Aggressive Shadowmancy - Dancing Plant in a Pot Mojo burst into her room with the usual reckless, bouncy attitude that she sported. Jumping across the room, she dumped her textbooks on the cluttered desk she never really sat at unless she absolutely had to scratch a few notes down for a grade or something. She also deposited a few bent, abused writing quills and a chipped glass ink well which slid off of the uneven stack of books only to topple off and hit the desk. It was amazing she hadn't managed to break the thing yet. Turning from her desk, she skipped and hummed happily, tail bouncing and bobbing along behind her. "Hiyah, Orc!" she greeted her beloved carnivorous shadow plant pet who returned her greeting with a happy guttural noise and waving leaves. Mojo giggled and pat his head. "How was your day, buddy? Good? Boring? Catch any bugs while I was gone?" Even if Orc had been capable of giving her a real verbal response, the corr