<div class="floatright">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs44/f/2009/065/7/7/Dark_Elf_by_nJoo.jpg)</div><strong>Alonia Duskryn</strong><br/><br/>Alonia could feel the eyes on her as she stripped, surrendering her arms and armor to the quartermaster. The eyes felt almost as though they burned her, kissing her naked skin with their lust, and she did a small body roll, highlighting the taut musculature of her abdominal muscles and tones shoulders and thighs as she grinned, white teeth peeking from behind dark lips. "Like what you see...?" she asked, as she could feel the too-cold fingers against her hot skin that had been insulated against the air by her armor. She pouted a little as she saw her falchion, daggers, scimitar, and shield disappear into the cabinet where they would be kept safe until it was time to retrieve it, but she was confident that even without them she could turn even a simple spoon into a fearsome weapon if needed.<br/><br/>A tiny, malicious giggle escaped her lips as the arms-master finished his inspection of her, and she clothed herself once more slowly, letting the men in the room enjoy the show, her flexible body stretching as she donned garb that matched most of what the other recruits wore--though the hills and valleys that marked her body were different from that of the men, and marked her starkly as an outsider. She caught the glances of some of the others, and her grin widened. Mmmm, she would have fun this year, one way or another. The only two that truly caught her eye, as she had others, were the other female and some sort of half-drow abomination. She wondered how the twisted being had yet to have been killed--its house must be ashamed of it, for if it had come from some common union, it would have already been surely killed. The other girl though--for that was what they were in the eyes of drow society, barely 30 or so if they were starting their term at Melee-Magthere now--was a potential rival, and worse, someone who could steal attention away from Alonia herself. Perhaps she just might wake up with a broken neck, how sad! Poor girl!<br/><br/>After they had been led to the oval classroom, Alonia took her seat towards the back, unobtrusive and silent. First observe, then go in for the kill. It had to be sudden and swift--and while others might be allowed to know of her distaste for another, they could not be near when she struck. No, it would not be here that her attack would take place--against the girl or any other. For now she must but observe, and so she did. She listened with only half of her attention to the master drone on and on about things that had happened long ago, and when the other girl responded she noticed the snickers that arose when the master responded, but her attention was elsewhere. She kept her eyes roving, keeping just enough of her attention to respond should Master Hatch'net turn to her, but mostly taking in the different faces with whom she'd be with, and deciding who might need to become a rival for the short-term... and who needed to take a permanent leave of absence from the academy.