<span style="text-decoration: underline"><b>The Gymnasium </b></span><br/><br/>Heinrich felt a cringe forming in the back of his shoulders, but fought it back. The paracelsi were always like this, even in the trenches, eager to please to the point of painfulness. He allowed a smile to form in place of the cringe and shook his head.<br/><br/><b>[Teutari] ‘Not right now little one. Save your energy for when you really need it. Tomorrow will be a big day for you all, no telling what awaits beyond that portal. Although, you should feel free to return back if you need to work out some of your own stresses. My door is always open to <i>loyal </i>members of the Reik.’</b><br/><br/>The instructor ran thumb and forefinger along his moustache and then his left eye twitched in what could have been considered to be a wink. Or a twitch, it was hard to tell.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline"><b>The Library</b></span><br/><br/>Anina’s eyes conveyed concentrated hatred that her lips no longer had the energy to form into scathing words. She shuddered when his bulk enveloped her, looming like some dark cloud of unpleasantness. He quietly described a hellish existence to her. The relish with which each syllable that dripped from his lips was spoken secretly horrified her. She shuddered when his tongue slithered across her cheek and returned enough motivation to utter a retort, albeit almost a whisper.<br/><br/><b>[Teutari]</b><span style="color: #ff0080">‘Of course I wouldn’t enjoy that you fool. We do not breed with the likes of you either! We are not compatible…there’d be a lot more half-hounds running around after balls if that were the case…wait, no!’</span><br/><br/>Against all of her trembling will, Anina’s body began to move of its own accord. It slipped from the chair and briefly stood as straight as possible, before slumping forward and prostrating the librarian across the tabletop, her shapely rump pointed directly at Grobk. Her head twisted, her pretty features made ugly by the snarl.<br/><br/><b>[Teutari]</b><span style="color: #ff0080">‘What do you think you’re doing!? Cease this at once or by Gerhardt, you’ll feel the wrath of the Reik descend upon you like the first of an angry god! They’ll tie you to steaks and leave you in the desert. If the sun doesn’t kill you, then the things that only come out at night will finish you off.’</span><br/><br/>Anina’s words might have said one thing, but her body was certainly obeying a different tune. It presented itself, just as the zozkar’s command had ordered it to.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>