"Ms. Mkhoal, it's time to go. Sanguine is ready to head out, and Dark Wings wants to have a word before you two leave," came a nice voice. The voice of a mother. Myrkr groaned and got out of her cot, and looked down at the voice's source: a white-and-black she-cat, with an icy eye and purple eye, a singular wing on her black side, and a round belly. Her kits would be born soon, and Myrkr wouldn't be able to see the little fur scraps.

    "Alright, Moon's Claw. I'm up. Where is the oh-so-great dragon?" she mentioned the leader of the Revak Feykro with sarcasm. Her life before being taken here wasn't great, but Myrkr never wanted this task. Maybe I'll like it, one day.

    Moon's Claw flicked her tail towards the door to the dormatory. "He's up top, as always." The white-and-black she-cat rolled her eyes. She and Myrkr shared a silent and unknown resentment of Dark Wings, and how he commands everyone.

    "Thank you. Wish me luck; I'll need it." Myrkr left her room in the dormatory, then left it entirely. She flicked her cheetah ears, and moved her hair back with her hand.

    Surprised? Didn't I say? Myrkr isn't human: she's half cheetah. Most of the time she is in her hybrid form, consisting of cheetah ears, feline emerald eyes, claw-nails, her tail, and fangs on a human figure. Her hair is golden with little spots, like a cheetah's, and her accent is feline (similar to a Khajiit's). Otherwise, Myrkr passes for a young human girl with her hair dyed, when fully human, or else she is fully cheetah.

    The lush forest that is the Revak Feykro is full of life, and mythical creatures. Dragons, cats, and other creatures, unnamed by human races, lived in peace here once, before the war. Myrkr turned away from the openness to face a giant tree with many elegant archways on it. The lowest was the dormatory, the highest was Dark Wings' dewlling. Not even his wife and her egg were there; it was decked out in commanding his troops with the war. Stairs made from natural-looking branches criss-crossed and spiraled to the other archways, each path having a different color. The giant tree was the Immortal Oak , and the branches leading to the archways were any color but gray-brown. White branches led to the High Arch, the name of Dark Wings' strategy room. It used to be his home, but then the war started.

    Myrkr walked up the stairs, and following behind her was a red dragon. His scales were shiny, as if he polished them, and he was Myrkr's own age. He would be her partner on the task Dark Wings gave them. "Hello, Sanguine. Dark Wings called for you, too?" she said, without facing him, though she swiveled one of her ears toward him as far as it could go.

    "Yes," he replied in a deep, confident voice. Sanguine would be the popular one; Myrkr would be the little, helpless unknown. "We're heading out right after. Azure will activate an Ivory Tree portal so we can go on foot to the recruiting place."

    "Good. Now let's see what Dark Wings wants. The earlier we are, the better the chance is that we both get in." Myrkr led the way while the young ruby dragon was on her tail. The High Arch actually had a door, and just as Sanguine was about to knock, Myrkr opened the door. "If he calls me here, he doesn't get the satisfaction of me knocking," she often said, then often being yelled at by Dark Wings.

    The dragon in question held his head over a big tree stump that acted as a table, with a purple-green-blue cat padding on it. Murmurs came from the two. Then Myrkr cleared her throat and they turned.

    "Myrkr, you must knock!" Dark Wings growled in annoyance. "Alright, let's get this over with. Myrkr and Sanguine, you two will be going in under cover to the Ziixi academy. Since you are both of the same age, you will be in the same or close to the other's dorm. You both already know what roles you will be, but you cannot make yourselves seem like enemies. If you are caught speaking, it will be suspicious then. Learn as much as you can, and keep in contact with Azure Star. Understood?"

    Sanguine nodded. "Understood, sir."

    Myrkr huffed. "I guessed as much. Now we need to get going; the earliest recruits are the ones most likely to be chosen."

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    Sanguine had changed to his human form, which made him look like a guy with red eyes and blonde hair. His clothes looked like his own scales had been made into a jacket, and he wore a black T-shirt under the jacket with normal jeans. There were two holes in the back of his jacket, and, since mythical creatures could go to the Ziixi academy, his dragon wings stuck out from his back through the holes. Myrkr was in her humanoid form, with her cheetah appendages. She wore jeans and a black T-shirt and carried an emerald dust bag, made of misty green emerald dust. one could see through it, but the contents were hidden very well.

    When the duo got to the registration, they overheard something that wasn't very good.

    "No. There are two dorms: one for females, and one for males. No exceptions." Grumbling came after.

    "Damn," Myrkr said. "Looks like we'll have to meet at other times."

    "Before class maybe?" Sanguine suggested.

    Myrkr nodded. "Yeah, okay. Or even at a free time, assuming there is one. Lunch or something."

    "NEXT!!" came the voice from the registration. It was an elderly woman. Myrkr and Sanguine walked up.

    "Myrkr Mkhoal and Sanguine Crím," Myrkr said, handing the woman their entry information.

    "Everything seems to be in order. Neither of you can sleep in the same dorm, understand?" the woman said.

    "We know."

    The woman nodded. "Transport is leaving soon. Over the hill there." She pointed, and the two headed to the transport.

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So I changed Sanguine's last name (I think it's too similar to be Sangulare) and the format kind of. Crím is pronounced (k-r-ee-m).