<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/new-monster/images/e/ec/Succubus.png/revision/latest?cb=20150302002317)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mikah Tempetus<br/><strong>Time:</strong>7:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home Ec. Classroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Phenex<br/><strong>Demerits:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Chirpy. The word made Mikah smile with a genuine expression, even her eyes taking part in the task. She loved the word that seemed to describe Oriana so perfectly. There had to be something in the girl’s reputation that she could use, but it would all be useless if she couldn’t put a good spin on it.<br/><br/>“Oh, she’s not so bad. Kind enough, at least. Welcoming, when so many aren’t.”<br/><br/>She felt a small surge of satisfaction that he wouldn’t be at the party that night. It meant that playing him would be a longer game, and more suited surely to her forte than those of the others that had introduced themselves. It put her at a distinct advantage. Her mother might still make a pass at making her go. She hadn’t decided yet if she would attend, but the thought of the pressures and hunger that would be waiting there for her was a little frightening.<br/><br/>It made her feel vulnerable, the idea of attending, and she didn’t like that idea at all. She had decided long ago that she would only feed from the exceptional, and she had no intention of breaking herself down that far here. After all, how could she expect the young to have any full grip on themselves worth feeding from in the first place? The pure inferiority of what she’d seen so far, from the unfriendly President to the overly-bubbly creatures that had come afterwards, didn’t inspire much confidence.<br/><br/>“I prefer to…. Feed… on my own.” She said, hoping that the play on words wouldn’t be missed. If she did it just right, it would muddy the issue in someone’s mind, mixing the idea of breakfast with other sinful delights. It made her want to quake with the need for something more, but it would be worth it if it managed to make a space for her to worm into his mind. In her own head, she pictured what might be going through his mind – images of some solid surface accosted by the press of bare flesh as hands roamed and limbs entangled, groping for purchase, vying for the upper hand, for dominance. The very idea was enough to make her own tail curl and coil behind her, hidden by the desktop. Her wings, of course, enjoyed no such discretion and as a result, shivered behind her. She almost kicked herself for that, before she realized that it could only help reinforce the impression she was looking to give.<br/><br/>“And I have to say, a brief meeting in the hallways is hardly enough to make me want to share a meal.” She shrugged, hoping the gesture would calm her quivering wings. Which it did. A little. “Sometimes, solitude can be nice, if you’ve something that… really<em>presses </em>your passions. It can be entirely<em>fulfilling </em>to pursue it.”<br/><br/>Sometimes, an ancient, patient mother with a subtle way about her could give a young succubus a plethora of ammunition to wield.<br/><br/>She looked up at the clock, knowing she had plenty of time before classes started. She didn’t have to worry about encountering her mother for a time, who would only press her to feed, even if it was with someone she couldn’t yet be sure of. The incessant back-and-forth of the conversation felt unfair to Mikah. After years of being told to take only the best for herself, now her mother seemed to want her to settle. And for what? To become her true succubus self? What was wrong with bordering so closely on mortal? After all, wasn’t the point of this place to teach them to fit in as mortals did? It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be part of her own society. She was just in no rush to stumble unprepared through those particular obstacles.<br/><br/>So, she might as well use her time to get used to the in-between places. Starting with the fringe. After all, she wasn’t going to win people over as completely as Oriana. But she could only ride the other girl’s reputation for so long. She had to solidify aspects that Oriana’s personality wouldn’t be able to reach as easily. Such as the incubus behind her.<br/><br/>Goodness that was a delicious thought.<br/><br/>“What<strong>is </strong>that?” She asked finally, grasping at something, anything to keep his attention focused on her. To associate her with things he liked. She pointed to the earbuds currently blaring some generalized noise she couldn’t quite force to resolve into something she could understand. She looked up at him again, from the edge of eyelids half-closed in an expression that hopped the line between sultry and shy. She let her gaze drop down again, off into the distant recesses hidden by his desk before she stared back at his eyes.<br/>