<strong>Anya<br/>Auditorium<br/>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br/><br/>Anya's ears perked as the male teacher took to the podium, his loud voice booming through the auditorium. Anya's hand slipped from Isoke's as she stood, that grin still curving her lips. As she hit the aisle, her hands stretched at her side, claws unsheathing. It didn't seem anyone else was coming up, at least, she hadn't noticed any other female students come to their feet.<br/><br/>The harpy inside her was screaming like crazy, wanting bloodshed and violence. She was giddy, and the adrenaline was like pure gasoline in her veins. Walking up the steps, her taloned feet clicked against the wood. She stood before the bamboo switches, her hands running over the smooth wood. She nodded at the teachers who were present before her hand chose a rather notched piece of bamboo. She gripped it in her hand as she walked behind Tina, the other hand scrapping her bottom lightly with her nails.<br/><br/>"Hello, little dragon. Do you remember me? If I had my way, I would break your arm. But seeing as how there are limits here, I will do what I can to help you remember that you do not harm me or mine." Her eyes were now a bright red, the fire swirling beneath. She patted Tina's rump before taking a step back. She gripped her bamboo much like a golfer would before her and pursed her lips. She blew out a quick breath and the fire inside her shot from her hands engulfing the cane. "This will hurt, but your a dragon. You'll heal quickly, I'm sure," she said before a birdlike cry left her lips and the flaming stick came down across Tina's ass in fast and sure strokes.<br/><br/>Ash flew around them as whack after whack met the dragon's tender flesh. Anya only stopped when the cane snapped, the fire finally eating it's way through the wood. Her hair and shoulders were covered in bits of ash and Tina's bottom was sooty and bright red. Before leaving the stage, she walked to her side and a clawed hand gripped a handful of hair, pulling her head up. Bending low, Anya's lips were only mere inches from her ear. "Remember this, bitch. This is only a taste of what will happen if you pull your shit again." Letting her go, she left the stage, her cane still smoldering on the floor.<br/><br/>Back at her seat, she leaned into Isoke, as if seeking calm and comfort. Her harpy wasn't in the least bit happy, but it was somewhat sated for now. Her stomach rumbled obnoxiously as another hunger washed over her. "Definitely have to go to the dining hall after this. All this excitement has me starving."