Post by Meduzia on Feb 26, 2013 22:10:06 GMT 1
As per usual, song title;; it's not even a sad song //papming ]]
Zeev had finally, finally, finally found his own room. His name was written on the small paper attached to it somehow (although the werewolf couldn't for the life of him understand how, when the design on the door was so complicated. He assumed it was somewhat of baroque, but he didn't dwell on that. It was useless right now anyway). He's visited few uninhabited room before, noticing that they had up to three beds, usually bunks and an added bed if needed. He entered his own. This one had only one bunk bed, still richly decorated and he sighed. Everything was so full of kitch here, but then again, wasn't everything that was made in period? Many people would argue and say that it's one of the most beautiful periods. He disagreed. At least Tien was all on the highest level of basement. He'd be able to hang his wolfish skin somewhere near during the full moon and watch it, even though he knew no other werewolf would burn it. Apparently, there were other kinds of werewolves here, those who transformed during the full moon. Zeev never understood that fully.
When he entered the room, he tried to deduce if it was actually ever used. He tried to smell, but there was only faint smell of a female, so he came to conclude two things:
1) Last person here was a graduate, female, and nobody cleaned the room from then. Ew.
2) Last person who entered here was female. Perhaps that hostile lady that asked him so kindly to give in his application and get lost.. Nero... woman? Who placed her as the one who welcomes students anyway? Zeev met her only briefly, but he didn't like her already. However, this was more likely anyway.
He didn't know what bed would his roommate use (or if he'd even have a roommate), so he just... well, more or less, he jumped on the lower bed and started to doze off.
Zeev had finally, finally, finally found his own room. His name was written on the small paper attached to it somehow (although the werewolf couldn't for the life of him understand how, when the design on the door was so complicated. He assumed it was somewhat of baroque, but he didn't dwell on that. It was useless right now anyway). He's visited few uninhabited room before, noticing that they had up to three beds, usually bunks and an added bed if needed. He entered his own. This one had only one bunk bed, still richly decorated and he sighed. Everything was so full of kitch here, but then again, wasn't everything that was made in period? Many people would argue and say that it's one of the most beautiful periods. He disagreed. At least Tien was all on the highest level of basement. He'd be able to hang his wolfish skin somewhere near during the full moon and watch it, even though he knew no other werewolf would burn it. Apparently, there were other kinds of werewolves here, those who transformed during the full moon. Zeev never understood that fully.
When he entered the room, he tried to deduce if it was actually ever used. He tried to smell, but there was only faint smell of a female, so he came to conclude two things:
1) Last person here was a graduate, female, and nobody cleaned the room from then. Ew.
2) Last person who entered here was female. Perhaps that hostile lady that asked him so kindly to give in his application and get lost.. Nero... woman? Who placed her as the one who welcomes students anyway? Zeev met her only briefly, but he didn't like her already. However, this was more likely anyway.
He didn't know what bed would his roommate use (or if he'd even have a roommate), so he just... well, more or less, he jumped on the lower bed and started to doze off.
