<strong>Name:</strong>Mʉa Kupi̲ta (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/SoaringDragon/RPG%20Characters/e15c1adc4c401fe_zps95b53853.jpg)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Teacher<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Woods on Dragonclaw U Grounds<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Acacia “AC” Hartly, Lycanthropy 101<br/><strong>Time:</strong>First Day of Classes<br/><hr/><br/>Mua heard<em>her</em>voice and when he opened his eyes he was looking directly at her. In his eyes was clearly an appreciation for her boldness, though in all fairness to the other students, she had been here already so the class room setting and himself wasn’t as shocking. Suddenly he unfolded and gracefully slid off the table to lean against it. His eyes scanned the few students here. His classes always were small, but then not many Weres came to the campus in one flood. His eyes flicked back to Acacia and he winked briefly before addressing the class as a whole.<br/><br/>“I am Mua Kaputa, and University of the Dragonclaw has saw fit for some reason to make me a Professor. I am a Werecreature like all of you. I am half Native American, half White. My particular branch of my Father’s People have managed to learn how to control their Lycanthropy. And that is what I’m here to teach all of you to do.” He reached next to him on the table and grabbed the six amulets that sat next to him. “Acacia, would you be so kind as to hand these to the others?” He held them out to her and waited for her to come and grab them. As she passed them out, he continued on. “I do not stand on formalities. There is no need to call me Professor. Mua or Kapita will do. Or if that’s a bit complicated to get your tongue around, my Name means Moon Light. These necklaces Acacia has given you are my family’s creation. They help to hold the transformations at bay and they will protect you as well. They will attune to you and you only, and be useless for anyone else. But, you must wear them at all times until you do not need them anymore.”<br/><br/>He looked over the class. “As we get into actual application of various techniques, clothes will not be an option in class. Trust me, it will save both your wardrobe and your pocket book.” As he’d been speaking, he had slowly been undressing and stood before the class in his birthday suit. “By the end of this class you should all be able to do what I am about to.” With that he started a slow transformation. It was a bit painful to watch as he shifted to a hybrid form of a humanoid Coyote. He stood there for a moment and gazed over the class, gauging their varied reactions. Then he transformed again and before too long a coyote stood before the class. Once more he paused to watch the class before shifting back into his human form.<br/><br/>He looked pained and his face was a bit strained, but he smiled at the class. “Yes, it is still a painful process, but far less painful than the moon or a spell forcing you to change. Now this first day isn’t going to be heavy and a ton of homework piled on you. Take time to get to know each other, ask questions as you need. And tonight, think about how you became a Were, because tomorrow, we shall share this information with each other.” With that he turned and grabbed his pants first and started pulling them on.<br/>