<strong>Name:</strong>Amari<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day One, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main/Dining Hall<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>All entering or within the Main Hall.<br/><br/>Amari awoke with a start and looked beside her at the hell hound that slept not far from her. Today he obviously slept in as Amari had something similar to an interal clock that told her that she was waking up a tad late. She had intended to try to arrive to her first day of school early to meet all of the teachers. Especially Lilth, the founder of the very circle she lay in every day. This would be her first time stopping at the school as in her one millennium she hadn't experienced much besides the fun of twisting and manipulating humans, the trifles of the flesh, and her cozy home within the circle of lust. Although a thousand years was long for a human, it actually placed her as one of the youngest among the students and facility. She didn't allow this to discourage her though, she was a demon of lust after all, she was born to interact and seduce the unsuspecting. The demons in her class she doubted would be her to trick her into doing anything she really didn't want to do. The reason being there wasn't much she wouldn't do.<br/><br/>As the thoughts subsided she stood from the hard ground she slept on to look at her nude body in the mirror. She was proud of herself, even her one thousand years she had never lost interest in her own body or lost her strong self-esteem, perhaps it was due to her birth-circle, who knew. Yesterday had been her birthday and although they meant little down her in hell she took it upon herself to have a tattoo blazed into her skin. A tribal design ran the path of her cleavage, taking on the appearance of wings and they flicked downwards and around her breasts, striking up from the bottom and creating a tribal circle around both of her nipples. She loved the new black ink that covered her body and she walked to the left away from the mirror to her laid out clothes. Lifting her lace red thong she put it on, over it she put her far too small black skirt, trying to make herself appropriate for the school dress. She walked back to the mirror and turned around, putting her back to it and bent over, turning around to see into the mirror. Her suspicions were correct as when she went over she happily would flash anyone standing behind her with her G-string, something she thought would happen when she selected the dress. Her tail didn't help though as it slipped through a hole in the skirt and lifted the back of it naturally, so when she bent over the majority of her ass would be visible. Returning to her clothes she put on and clasped her red lace bra, to match her panties and lifted her white blouse, putting the tight fitting clothing on over her strong wings as she pulled them in, pulling them tightly against her back. She was unaware whether or not any part of your true form was allowed in the school so she hid her wings, although she hoped her horns and tail would be acceptable as she couldn't conceal those very easily. Her bright green eyes had pierced many souls in her lifespan thus far and would pierce many more. She returned to the mirror a final time to giver herself one last look over. Pulling her bra up and her blouse down she forced the red lace strip at the top of her bra to show over her blouse. Reaching down to the stand that the mirror sat on she lifted up a brush and brushed over her long shoulder length fiery hair. Although it was such a sharp color, it was amazing softly. After a quick brush she looked at her face, although she had such a pale complexion, her skin tone was solid through out her face and body, uncommon for humans. Her lips, the color of a dark, dark blood, added a large contrast to her face as did her horns and eyes. Stepping out of her lovely abode she took a few teleporters to the school and stepped into the huge gates, that mimicked those of hell.<br/><br/>She joined the flow of students, all with various looks until she had found her way inside and managed to step away from the large crowd and look at the surrounding area. Laying her eyes on what appeared to be a small group of students speaking with a couple of teachers one seated, and the other, she recognized. After all she should, it was one of her own kind, well, in a sense. It was her “mother” Lilith. Not much of a mother though, she only found out a couple hundred years ago who her mother was. Only learning such from the title Lillum that she had obtained. Approaching the group she stood behind them, trying to eavesdrop and pipe in any question she could think of, although at the moment she had none.