Fantasy or Reality? (OPEN)

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Cheska was enjoying the nature; she had been avoiding attending actual classes for a while now, though. Honestly, she did not choose to be here - she was a ward of the school, and had been since she was taken in by the orphan mistress.

Her nose crinkled slightly as she ran her fingers across the smooth bark of a nearby tree.. It was so nice, so sweet - so... comforting. She felt close to the plants, and nobody could answer why. All she knew was she was part succubi.

She rolled her eyes as she remembered the way the 'wardens' (this being what she called the teachers) gave her rules. Most of said rules were flushed toward her brash and harsh personality and love for hurting others, but if she hurt people who would not narc on her, she'd be just fine... wouldn't she?

She thought so. But today was not that day, today was a sweet, calm day. Nobody was around.
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Cheska tensed as loud blows sounded in the forest, somewhere nearby. She cursed her hearing, but in this case it was good to have it - she could wait until the sounds were painfully loud before she would know she was there.

She moved, furrowing her brow slightly. When she came upon the scene, she shouted, "Catchin' lunch?" She was not against killing - she, herself, would never bloody her hands. She would simply compel those with lesser mental protections to do her killing. Or use sex..

She furrowed her brow as she leaned against a tree, watching the scene from her place. When the stick broke, she scowled lightly. "Should move onto using metal, y'know." She hollars, laughing maniacally after her words leave her lips - she's thinking all the ways she could use this as a tool.
 
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Cheska tilted her head, studying the creature - interesting. "Wak? Is that what you are? A Wak?" She inquired, stretching out an arm to try and touch the being. "Yes. Metal. Like this," she slipped her hand into her pocket, pulling a pocket knife from her pants pocket and holding it out for the being.

"I am not here to hurt ya, you know." She stated, tilting her head slightly as she studied the creature - interesting.. so very...
 
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Cheska's fingers released the knife, "See? No metal - not for Wak. Metal won't hurt Wak, Cheska does not want to hurt Wak." She held out a petite hand; now free of all type of weaponry.

"Cheska is friend."
 
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Cheska nodded. "Friend. Wak is my friend, Cheska is Wak's friend..." She was not afraid - why should she be? This creature, this being, was unnervingly interesting and she was certain she could calm it down and learn about it.
 
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Cheska giggled softly at the dance, clapping her hands as she chuckled.

"That's a lovely dance, Wak!"
 
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Cheska danced willingly, She waved her arms and moved like he had, "Dance, yes! Dance!" She crooned, clearly bemused. "Wak, can you do this?" She would move to try and take one of his large hands in hers, and set herself up for a waltz if he allowed.
 
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Cheska grinned, and nodded happily. When he leaned in quickly, to sniff her, she leaned to claim his lips - a grin parting hers. She'd pull away quickly, not satisfied, but not wanting to have the creature try to hurt her.

"Wak, you shouldn't sniff me. I probably smell like my laundry soap."
 
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Cheska started laughing, quite loudly when the creature grabbed at her chest, even nippling at her shirt. She peered down at him, speaking quietly, "You are an intriguing beast," she mused, fingers reaching to pet at the creature's hair.

"Will you stop eating my shirt? You'll get it soggy." She really didn't mind if he sniffed and nibbled her shirt, it was more the fact she was certain his saliva would be sticky and make her feel gross.
 
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Cheska squeaked loudly. She was not a bashful creature, however. And when Wak tugged at her shirt, it being a button-up, came free quite easily to reveal an undershirt and a brasserie. She shrugged her shoulders so that her shirt would fall down her arms, peering at the creature.

"Wak, what are you doing - that tickles!" She couldn't help but giggle; his face against her cleavage really was making her laugh.
 
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