Autumn decorated the hill in such vibrant colors this time of year. A certain purplenette walked with her hands in her pockets, a splash of white in a sea of reds, browns and oranges. She wore a scarf over her uniform, long purple hair fashioned in her usual loose braid, trailing over her shoulder. With all the color here, it was hard to imagine that only a short walk from this lush autumn landscape lay a dead and charred portion, in spite of her ulterior motives, she guessed she would actually enjoy seeing the forest restored to it's full glory, looking just like this.

She had a lot to think about, remembering the warm touch of those who fell so willingly beneath her fingertips sure was distracting from her usual Ubu-related dwellings. Those girls she considered hers certainly were distracting. She pushed her hands into her coat pockets, violet orbs looking up at the sky. In the lazy clouds above she could nearly see their faces, warm, blushing faces, in the caress of the wind she could hear their heated breathing, sighing her name. Well, if that wasn't distracting to a plan of hostile take over, then nothing was.

Gaze sweeping back to the trees, she watched the leaves drifting down, fluttering to the ground like colorful rain. The last color she expected to see here was black. At first, she thought perhaps she had wandered to far, into the burned portion of the forest, but it only took a moment to see it was a girl. A Miator. Perhaps it was one of Ubu's girls, whether she was inadvertently a harem member or not, she was from Miator, and she was on Spican territory, which made her Ubu's property and thus something to be dealt with. No harm in messing with her, having fun, and irritating Ubu all at once was there? After all, she had come here willingly, perhaos she was trying to get herself in trouble.

"My," purred the purplenette when she was in earshot, casually seeming to appear out of thin air slipping around a tree near the girl into sight, "what on earth is a Miator doing here?" her eyes hungrily and dangerously swept up the girl's legs to the frilled white hem of her uniform, up to her green tie and lingered, fascinated on her red hair. What a pretty color, she would certainly have to touch it. "You know, it's dangerous....they say that rivalry is making students crazy. You never know what could happen outside the borders of your own, safe campus..."

She was approaching the girl, catlike and fluid movements drawing her closer until she was near enough to lift a lock of hair. If the girl allowed it, she'd lift it, bringing it to her lips and gazing at the girl through her eyelashes. Of all the things a young Miator could run into on the Spican campus, running into Shoka was possibly the most dangerous of them all.

Deep crimson eyes were cast up to the sky as her arms crossed lazily over her abdomen, she leaned her tall frame against the nearest tree as she drew up a leg to press the sole of her boot against the rough bark. If she just thought hard enough.. perhaps she could bring the soothing sounds of the ocean back to her memory and lock out all the quick whispers of her peers. It was hard for the girl to think she was homesick, but indeed she was already starting to feel the pricks in her heart. She missed the feel of leather reigns in her hands, a well worn saddle under her and the wind tearing at her locks. But instead, Zephyra felt her long digits twitch against her sides, the autumn wind that caressed her cheeks was little more than a gentle breeze.

The redhead slowly lowered her chin to look out through the forest and take in the scenery while pushing away her thoughts of home. This was home now. It would be a better home than any other she had before this. A soft smile pulled at her lips, but instantly vanished upon hearing the voice of another. She didn't bother turning her head to look at the woman, as would have been appropriate when she was spoken to, only shifting her gaze so she glanced to her from the corner of her eye. Thankfully this saved the first year from showing a shocked expression to the purple haired vixen that approached her. None other than Shoka herself. A quick deep breath steadied the girl before she turned to the woman, red eyes narrowing slightly. "Dangerous? I find little dangerous on this Hill."

.. Or was that a threat?

Her booted feet spread slowly to shoulder width apart, hands curling into fists at her sides, but her cold expression was soon lost to a twitch of surprise when the Spican student reached for her hair and delicately lifted a strand of the waist length locks. She was too stunned to deny the girl so she simply stood with her back ramrod straight and wide eyes searching the other's face for any signs of threat. Fight or flight.. fight or flight. Her brain was chanting these words but Zephyra remained rooted on the spot for many moments before her hand lashed out quickly and wrapped around the purplenette's wrist. "Who do you think you are?" Was finally hissed as she regained herself, pushing the woman's hand away so it dropped her hair before she herself took a step back from Shoka, quickly releasing her.

At first, her charm seemed to work, as usual the girl was stunned into silence, watching her with that doe-eyed hypnotized expression Shoka had come to expect from such gestures, but then she snapped. She grabbed her wrist and retorted, that was cute. The Prince only grinned, approaching the girl too fast forcing her against the tree, caged in with an arm on either side. Shoka's sweet breath washed over her, warm and peppermint scented.

"Who am I?" She said softly, meeting those defiant red eyes, "more appropriately, who are you?" She found the girl's wrists, keeping them held at eye level to prevent attack. She noted the girls scent, her gaze, and felt she was looking at a bit of her spirit. This one was strong, but unsure maybe a little sad. Shoka had a choice, she could easily force things, and send her back to Ubu defeated and maimed. But perhaps instead, she'd rather send her back questioning, converted at least partially. But having her like this, Shoka would be hard pressed to tell she was a first year. Her height was mature, her body already blossoming.

In a rush of dominance, Shoka blew at her ear, bringing her lips closer to her neck, not kissing, but teasing, making sure her grip on the girl was strong, she went so far as to press herself against the girl to prevent kicking. The pressure of another body against her own was exillerating, even in a hostile situation. She was going to kiss her, she had to, then she could do whatever she wanted, slap her, run away, it didn't matter. She was in Shoka's kingdom, and had to pay the toll.

The Gael's breath rushed out of her in a gasp as her back met with the tree once more, only this time not in a leisurely fashion. Despite the fact that her knees trembled beneath her she bared her perfect, ivory teeth in a silent snarl at the woman that held her pinned against the rough surface. "It's rude to answer a question with a question.. Let alone two."

The scent of her favorite Chamomile tea still lingered over her otherwise sweet hinted breath and washed over Shoka's face as Zephyra jerked her body against her's, trying to free herself anyway possible. A puff of hot air sent all the hair on the back of her neck raising and her shoulders quickly raised up as if to cut her off as she nudged her head aside with her own to press her ear to the raised shoulder. It was her only defense mechanism in this fight and she was sure going to use it. One hip jerked off the tree, thrusting all of her weight against the other while her arms pressed forward too. It was practically useless thinking she could overpower the older girl, but she was going to try. She had to try.

Even though the redhead was trying to free herself, she couldn't help but blush at their close contact. True, she could pass it off as anger, but in her heart she knew otherwise. Never before had she been so close to anyone before. It was.. wrong! This was not how her first intimacy was to transpire. It was meant to be a pure love filled excursion. Oh who was she kidding.. Things like that only happen in fairytales. But still her muscles rippled with action as she writhed against the tree and the woman.

There it was, hidden under the guise of anger, Shoka could smell and feel that hated desire rising without consent in the girl. Her struggles only ignited a fire in her, it sank to a smoldering heat however. Something in those angry red eyes was a little too passionate, not like the albino girl, who was broken before Shoka touched her, this girl was wild with some freedom within her. She was a bird with her wings pinned and about to be clipped, and the purplenette sensed she was prepared to defend her honor. Fine. Though the girl was eager to steal another first, especially one of Ubu's subjects, she could do something else.

"It's also rude to come into someone else's domain and demand introduction. You are the tresspasser here." She was speaking kindly, smiling even. Feeling the girl struggle, letting her burning show in her cool gaze. Her eyes softened and she leaned in, this was it, she was going to....

-chu-

A tiny kiss on the girl's forehead, Shoka made a calculated descision to release her hands for the half second of freedom she could use to touch the girls hips. She fully expected a violent retort at this point, but she had what she wanted- or rather, at least something she would settle for. She'd still invaded her to some degree.

"Chamomile, hm?" She said, stepping back just enough to no longer be pressed to the girl, but still near enough for heat to resonate between them, "one of my favorites. It's a natural pain killer and a light tranquilizer, good for relaxing or recovering from something. You seem stressed, perhaps you should have another cup." She joked, running her fingers through her bangs as she backed up even more, until she was once again maintaining respectable distance.

She allowed herself to look troubled and turned her gaze away. Shoka's tactics sure did break the ice, as much as it created it. "But I digress, that look in your eyes says you know very well who I am my dear, but, now that we are more aquainted," she bowed in the formal European style, "Shoka Donomoto and you," she glanced up at her, "are far from home."

She wasn't going to ask her name, and set herself up for more venom. Instead she stood straight once more and looked at her, enjoying the way she looked disheveled from their short bout of physical contact a moment ago. Shoka would remember the feel of her body struggling against her for a long while, and her still smoking gaze made that clear.

The girl had half a mind to wipe that smug smirk off her upperclassmen's lips, but before the thought could even fully process in her brain she felt a pair of heated lips graze her forehead, stilling her body once more. It was far from what she was expecting, but nonetheless it irked her. How dare she be so familiar with her when she didn't even know her name!

"Perhaps you should go have a cup and calm your raging hormones." Zephyra growled lowly once the woman was far enough away from her that she could shove off the tree she had been pinned too. One hand jerked her sleeve down so it covered the palm of her other hand before she wiped at her forehead, removing any last trace of the woman from her being. Following this movement she rearranged her dress, gently tugging the wrinkles from the material before tossing the mass of red hair she had dangling over her shoulders to her back. Thinking now would be the best time to cut her losses and take off away from this crazy woman, Zephyra shifted her body away from the woman. Yet, upon hearing her name she stiffened and slowly looked back to her before turning around fully to face the other.

".. No wonder Lady Ubu despises you. You have absolutely no tact." With hands clasped before her, to keep the quaking at bay, the redhead frowned at the Student Council President. "A senior coming on to a first year, how uncouth." Her nose rose into the air slightly, a sudden surge of confidence pulsated through her long limbs. "Zaphyra Dónall. Remember my name well, Shoka Donomoto.. One day I'll own this school and you'll regret what you've done." The grin that she gave the woman was cold and not far from a sneer.

All this outward confidence was simply a well placed cover she had learned over the years to hide her own insecurities and the feelings that she wasn't even sure how to define. It was so hard to discern what the purple haired woman would do next so she remained perfectly still, eyes narrowed with feigned anger and a slightly curled lip.

Never show your true feelings. Never let them get to you. Calm. Yet disdainful. That's what father always said.

Ah. It made sense, so far only one first year had fallen for her charms, that one, that inspired an even hotter fire inside her. That one, that almost made all else seem for naught if it weren't for her merely existing. It was strange to almost feel like one would litterally pull the moon from the sky if only that one person should wish it. It was fascinating, and terribly distracting. The other girl year...well, she'd been a nessessary casualty in her war against Ubu, and also the reason Shoka refused intimacy with the one girl, who was now a second year. Too young. Simply too young. And this girl, through deceptive good looks, was also too young, no wonder she was unaffected.

That was not to say she hadn't been shaken, it certainly helped to quell the fires. But then she brought up Ubu, of course she would, she'd say anything to fire poisoned darts at the Spican. She'd regret it? She thought not. All that mattered was Ubu. Not some petty revenge by a nameless first year over a little unwelcome contact. Shoka's mind flashed over her utter dominance one rainy night, proof she could do as she pleased, regardless of consent. She let the shot hit against her and roll away like rain.

"Trust me my dear you know very little of my tact," she sighed, turning. Glad the girl knew who she was. "Zephyra-chan, a pleasure I'm sure," she said in English, demonstrating her intelligence since the girl looked and sounded foreign, it also explained her height and prematurely adult looks.

Hands back in her pockets she turned around and looked up, the sky was overcast, as if it might rain again. "What are you doing here? Did Ubu send you to survey the burns? I have notes if you need to write them down. The scar isn't as large as I thought, though I think it's the ash that is the largest obstacle. As long as it's there, the forest may never grow."

She let one hand leave her warm pocket to touch the cool bark of a tree opposite the red head. This tree was so alive, even as its leaves fell away. Nothing like the black twisted husk beyond. How something like this could exist, so peacefully, without any regard for the utter destruction nearby was fascinating.

A cardinal appeared, chriping nearby and caught the attention of the President, snapping her out of thought. Perhaps the Miator would be stunned to learn Shoka's oldest and closest childhood friend was a miator, and last year's student council president. This rivalry certainly wasn't territorial, that was just a bonus, "...my feud with President Ubu is quite personal." She resumed, "It has nothing to do with tact and everything to do with power, or rather the illusion of it. Her crimes against me will weigh less as time goes on." And she left it at that. Ubu's singular offence would be nothing compared to Shoka's relentless assault against her. In some ways, she had what she wanted, Ubu's recognition, her aknowledgement, and her hatred. Oh but how delicious it was too make her squirm, force that seething anger in her eyes. There was nothing more sweet, than watching Ubu bend to her will, that thought was enough to make even Shoka feel weak at the knees with pleasure.


(Ooc, oh shoka, you sadist xD)

The Gael stepped forward, closing the space between the two girls as she unclasped her hands and reached out to her. A dry palm pressed to the taller woman's cheek while her thumb slowly caressed the soft flesh beneath her eye. "That is true. I do know much about you, Lady Shoka. But, I was not implying you would regret your actions here today. Truthfully, I doubt you will even remember my name, I am only a first year after all. Why do you waste your energy on a single girl, a single grudge?"

It had been pestering her for some time as to why the so called science genius would waste her time when she could be devising grand experiments to rid these desolate grounds of so much ash and soot. Her hand dropped back to her side before she turned, looking off in the direction of the burnt forest. "You could be writing yourself into the history books of this hill instead of leaving behind a vacant, dull 'Donomoto-sama for president.' I've heard of your abilities with Chemistry even in the short time I've been here. Put them to good use, why don't you?"

Red hues turned back to the woman. "And so you know, I was not sent here by anyone. I came of my own free will. The cogs of time are still turning, Lady Shoka. There are others willing to step in and do what you will not. If you don't act soon.." A shoulder raised in a careless shrug. "You will be left behind and others will take the glory that you could have easily accomplished. It is up to you to decide. But you best do it soon."

"I am only offering a look from the outside of this squabble. 'Is math an sgàthan sùil caraide.' If you take it for what it is then that is your choice. But don't say you were not warned." For the first time she offered a true smile to the woman.

( Is math an sgàthan sùil caraide is and old Irish saying meaning a friend's eye is a good looking glass. )

She heard the girl approach, pleasantly surprised by the almost affectionate touch to her cheek. Touch. If humans touched each other more often this way without malice, the world might be a better place. She listened to the girl speak, talking so high and mighty.

"My dear, of my genius, I am well aware. I could write a thesis on my six year experiment hee at the Hill. I have discovered a new branch of science that combines psychology and chemistry. Pheremone, you see, is an intricate and complex thing. Animals use it to attract mates, assert dominance, and even ward off predators. Humans excrete these pheramones as well, and I have learned to read them by scent and manipulate them. Don't underestimate me my dear. I have left a legacy that reaches far beyond simply school President. In all my years at this school, I have dedicated my time to learning this new science, and have successfully come to several conclusions. I am immortal through the experiences of those I affect. I test my theories time and again and I suppose Ubu is simply another experiment." She felt herself filling with a familiar excitement,

"If I mix baking soda and vinegar, I know it will fizz and make a mess, it does not further science, but watching the reaction is no less fascinating. If I stand in the fury of an earthquake, and watch the very earth tear itself apart, and I can explain the shifting of the tectonic plates beneath my feet, it changes nothing, it does not save us from that raw energy, it will still come to pass. The science is fascinating, even though it changes nothing. Perhaps, I already have what I want from Ubu and yet it carries on, is drawn out by her new interest in me. When the experiment produces favorable results, I would not be a scientist if I did not toy with those results."

She breathed, refocusibg her attentions, violet orbs sliding with interest to those smiling crimson jewels. "Thank you for your insight, I haven't the slightest idea what you mean however, about what I should do. I have been President for three weeks, and I am the first in the years since the fire tradgedy to try to do anything about it. I am the first to propose a fund raiser event for the entire campus. I am the first to try to use my title to make any changes to the school. Not even the etoiles have done this. So what, exactly, do you propose I should be doing? If you mean I should be uniting that schools, I do believe that challenge belongs to Coyote-san and Hiroko-chan."

She crossed her arms, her expression was relaxed, ready for debate, open to whatever idea the girl had, though she was starting to feel like this girl knew nothing at all. And how could she? She was only a first year after all.

A slender hand pressed over her lips, holding in the giggles that were shaking her shoulders, she felt the slight callus of her left hand catch on her lower lip as she slowly lowered the appendage. Zephyra had thought of being well mannered in this situation, but to tell the truth, she simply didn't care. Her lips parted and her laughter rung out in the silence. "You? Reunite the schools?" Her arms crossed over her stomach and she dipped a bit at the waist as if trying to hold it all in. "Oh my!" Tears started forming in her eyes and she threw her head back so she was gazing at the slowly darkening sky while she continued to cackle. It was too much, the thought of the Dark Prince bringing the schools together.

"That wasn't what I had in mind at all.." She raised her hand from where it had been gripping her sides and used the back of her index finger to swipe at the area under each eye. "A little full of ourselves, aren't we?" The redhead smoothed her hands over her uniform, straightening the black material once more into it's rightful place after lowering her head to it's normal cant. The tip of her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip as she took up her relaxed stance once more. "All I was saying is that if you're such a genius, why not make something that will make the cleanup easier and more cost effective? If you do this then there won't be such a stress to raise money for it's removal. I might suggest a bit of ammonium poly-phosphate it could latch the particles of ash together and keep them from returning to the air as the clean up begins. It would be a bother to have all that flying around the campus, endangering our lives. Especially those of us with weak respiratory systems."

Zephyra glanced down at her watch and let out a soft sigh. This was indeed an interesting coversation, but she needed to return to her dorm so she could get changed and practice before dinner. "I'll leave the rest to your imagination. I have forms to perfect before dinner, so I must be running along." The redhead moved over to where she had be standing before and lifted a few books she had for light reading which had been laid down so she could rest her arms.

Apparently the girl simply didn't understand her at all, and Shoka watched her looking less than amused at her overindulgent giggle fit. Surely it wasn't that funny, and she found herself quickly disgusted with the foreign Miator girl. This conversation was pointless and thankfully the other seemed to be calling it a day.

How stupid a thought that Shoka should choose to take on the endeavor alone? Why wouldn't she try to enlist the help of the sister schools? She wanted to share her head and roll her eyes at the sky first year who had no idea what she was saying. Their reasoning was too different to reach any common ground. But she knew better than to result to childish reactions and simply raised and eyebrow. "Thank you for the idea. I may consider it once we have raised money to rent the proper equipment to remove it. Good day."

She was eager to have this girl leave her presence, a great distaste for her churning in her stomach. She didn't say anything more, she just stood there, no longer looking at the girl, but the sky. She pulled a digital barometer from her pocket and inspected it, noting that it should begin to rain any moment. And just then, it did indeed begin to sprinkle. The rolling thunder, the only thing to break the silence as they began to part ways.