A new student

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Coatzin was a bit intrigued yet confused at her teacher’s sudden change in his eyes. They were no longer sad and elusive like before, now they were seeking hers. Not that she really minded though, maybe it was a good signal? She was thinking about this when she felt the odd sensation, a way to describe it would be tired, mentally tired, but that wasn’t exactly it. This was something new that she never had felt before, and to be fully sincere she didn’t like it, it just felt wrong. She felt her wings and tail drop a bit low, like on those odd moments when she felt depressed, yet, she wasn’t interested in knowing the reason behind this. Was this that feeling of Giving Up that many of her friends on the gaming community had told her about after their failed over and over on a game and simply decided to quit? It couldn’t be…she never had given up before, but then again, she really didn’t felt like thinking it twice right now.

“I have no idea of what’s going on, but I don’t like it…Coatzin? Coatzin are you there?” Oh…yeah, she had forgotten about Mikistli, her voice echoing inside her mind, her bond probably allowed her to know that something wasn’t right, and consequently she decided to take cards on the matter and find out what was going on by invading her mind without even asking. Her gaze drifted from the ground to Constantine’s eyes as he spoke, some new cravings flooding her mind. She wasn’t exactly sure of why she felt like this, but she neither wanted to go against them “That son of a…” Well, Mikistli was obviously angry over something now, though she wasn’t really interested on hearing her colorful comments towards the man in front of her.

“No master” She answered in a polite tone that was a bit awkward even for her. Now, she wasn’t impolite, it’s just that her way of talking was usually a lot more casual and cheerful.

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Coatzin just nodded politely, allowing Constantine to take the lead, walking behind him at a respectful distance without saying a simple word. She could easily tell that several things were going through his head at the moment, but whatever he was thinking it simply wasn’t of her concern unless he said otherwise, so she held back her naturally curious tongue. As they walked she could see Mikistli walking at their side on any surface reflective enough to allow the mirror world to show itself through it, the glares that he was shooting at Constantine would be more than enough to turn anyone in stone…rhetorically speaking.

If the breeze managed to land on Coatzin feathers her wings opened slightly while her tail got in position to allow her to take flight in half a second. This wasn’t something she could really control though, even with the human blood running through her veins thanks to her being a hybrid, she was a Quetzalcoatl in mind and soul thanks to the time spent with his dad during all these years. This obviously made her a creature of the air, her most basic instincts telling her to take flight instead of walking around. She had learned to control these instincts, but the reactions to them still remained. It was like when someone willingly placed his hands near to a flame, the instincts will immediately make him pull back and he won’t be able to ignore or completely inhibit this, even if he manages to have control over it. But as far as she knew, she wasn’t given permission to take flight and follow Constantine through the air, and she didn’t wanted to risk it by just assuming that she was allowed to do so.

In her slightly distracted state, as well as a bit influenced by Mikistli’s bad mood, she started to flick her forked tongue in a snake-like way without really realizing that she was doing so, tasting the air and picking almost any scent around her.

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Coatzin’s feathers puffed up slightly and a small hissing sound reached her mouth out of nervousness when she looked at Constantine’s rage over something that she really couldn’t understand, but as soon as he told her to get in she swallowed her hiss and her feathers went flat once more, her feet carrying her inside the manor. Well, this was quite…interesting, she wasn’t exactly of the prejudging kind, but she obviously wasn’t expecting to find out that her history teacher had such a big house.

She was looking around with interest, her thought interrupted by Constantine as he landed some rags at her. She grabbed them and listened to him, under other circumstances she would had immediately refused and probably would had flew away from him, but she didn’t felt like it at the moment. Putting her backpack down, she immediately started to follow her master’s commands, not even thinking it twice.

“So, besides being a control freak you are also a pervert wannabe, asshole?” Mikistli smirked, looking at Constantine from a nearby mirror allowing the world to see and hear her. Not even caring if she was going to get an answer or not she just vanished, transporting herself into another of the mirrors that were placed around the manor, Coatzin’s reflection gone with her thanks to the bond that they had with each other “If you really feel so damn needing go somewhere else and find a whore to fuck you, can you? Or maybe you’re the kind that likes being fucked on the ass by another male, hm? I wouldn’t be surprised”. She leaned against the border of the mirror in a rather relaxed yet rebellious way. But unlike what she was showing, she wasn’t just being carefree, she was being extremely cautious, even if most powers just bounced on the mirrors, she really couldn’t tell if this was going to being the case. Consequently she discreetly avoided the male’s eyes, making it look like if she had no interest in him, that he simply wasn’t worth her time.

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Coatzin’s eyes landed on the mirror, where she found her alter-ego as she talked to Constantine, letting out a small snort. Yeah, they had already gotten over their enemy phase and fell into the allegiance, she liked to call it complicated friendship though. It really didn’t took her that much thinking to know that she was purposely making her new master angry on purpose, since she couldn’t attack him physically. She just rolled her eyes a bit “Mikistli, hold your tongue” Yellow eyes met blood-red ones in the act “Oh, so now you talk to me?” Coatzin just shrugged a bit, looking at her in a neutral way “Maybe you had been somewhat brainwashed, but I didn’t and I won’t just give up because you already did” Her attention soon returned to the vampire guy.

At his request she just vanished once more to reappear on the mirror closer to Constantine, arms crossed over her chest, black and blood-red feather slightly puffed up in a threatening way and her pitch-black tongue flicking in a snake-like way. Being fully honest, she didn’t trust this guy at all, and at the moment she just wanted him dead for forcing her counterpart into a forced slavery, but she had to be careful. It was still daytime and that alone was more than enough to force her to stay in the mirror world, she wasn’t willing to show that she was stuck though, otherwise she may give a weapon to this guy, a weapon that she would use against her. She opened her wings a bit and mover tail furiously from side to side, letting him see her completely.

“Bitch, please. I already have control over death and those who died. Plus, I highly doubt that I would be able to die as easily as you make it seem” Yeah, killing a being that lived on the mirror world was a bit tricky, but she omitted the small detail of the high probability of her dying if Coatzin herself was killed “Give me a good reason to not think that I’m wasting my time by talking to you. Even flying over the silent cemetery on the woods has proven to be more entertaining than this” She really was trying to push this guy’s limits, but he had caught her opportunist interest with her offer to some degree, reason why he held back most curses.

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Coatzin welcomed the petting and a small smile, half-closing her eyes. This reaction caused Mikistli to face-palm. If it wasn’t obvious enough that they were linked to each other thanks to their looks now she just ended up now she just turned the theories into facts. Sometimes she wished that she could grab a roll of duct tape and use it all up around her mouth just to keep her tongue under control “I’m not the only one that needs to hold her fucking tongue, Coatzin” She growled in annoyance.

Coatzin just tilted her head a bit with her master’s request while Mikistli flinched. She was going to kill that darn guy, she had to find a way, nobody was immortal. Coatzin grabbed the knife carefully and made a fairly deep cut on her lower arm, near to her wrist, biting her tongue to not whimper at the stinging pain as the blood soon started to come out from her wound. Mikistli was hissing loudly, her feathers fairly puffed up and her tail looking more like whip thanks to the speed of its movements. She was furious and it was quite obvious.

Mikistli’s eyes landed on Coatzin after her master’s request, she knew that she was going to talk, her will too weak to go against him at all, but it didn’t stopped her from hoping that her glare could at least make her swallow a bit of the info “Well…she can be hurt by the exact same ways that you can hurt me when she’s in this world, but when she’s in the mirror world she’s completely invulnerable to any attack if there is a single mirror or reflecting surface left in the world. She can come in and out of the mirror world at night, during the day she’s stuck in there. She needs a mirror that it’s bin enough to jump out of it though…also she’s forced back at dawn, no matter where she is. However, she can be forced out of said world and into this through certain spells, spells that unluckily I can’t control” Mikistli couldn’t help but growl and start cursing a bit, wishing out loud to be able to make her shut up right then and there. Coatzin just lowered her gaze, feeling a lot of mixed feeling in her chest “About killing her though…I…I know that there is a way, since she’s always saying things about it, but she never told me what can actually kill her. As far as I know, if she’s lethally wounded she simply goes back to the mirror world until she recovers”.

Mikistli just smirked a bit, she trusted Coatzin, but now she couldn’t help but feel glad about the fact that she never told her that her own death would more likely meant that she would die too. Now, about the lethally wounded thing…it happened to her once, but she wasn’t sure if it worked every single time. She liked to make the ones around her believe that this was the case, but she couldn’t be 100% sure and she didn’t want to test this theory, fearing to be actually killed in the process.