[align=center]Alani Rin Summers
True form:
Kenta Eriko Redleaf
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Logan lee Chronobog
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Logan gave a slight yawn as he roamed the halls taking in the sights and species to be found here. is eyes once more settled on the girl who had been under the window she was rising now a book in her hand labeled pixie poetry in fine script. This tugged his interest as not many knew the pixies tongue well enough to read such fine writings. The book looked rather thick and heavy yet the young female strode as if it were light as a feather. Cautiously he fallowed her into the library where she gently returned the book to a astonished librarian. As he slipped stealthily behind a row of shelves he caught the last bit of her conversation. "Yes I have finished it, But if you want me to prove that I am not lying then I suppose I shall." Slowly with a soft sigh she loved long golden bangs from her eyes and stared at her as she took a breath. "As the sun sets i see her beauty like that of a goddess whose skin reflects the freshly fallen snow... her eyes the glistens pools that give the skies their midnight colors, and make me swoon for just one more touch. It is she whom I draw my sword to protect and only her I would choose to die for..... like the petals of a rose her lips are full and red lush! As the full breasted song of a sirens swoons..... And yet it is she who makes me cry, and it is she that has caused me to die as her last breath fades away to the warmth of springs ravenous change As I am not yet prepared to say goodbye. Such sorrowful departure, and yet such sweet music she leaves behind for me to hear in the cool winds that blow."
Logan tilted his head upon hearing the poem it was rather pretty he had to admit but why would she bring back the book so soon? With a shake of his head he watched her move down into the isles he shortly behind eyes watching her supple elegant form as she climbed a ladder to reach the books at the top shelf. his keen eyes traced over her every movement watching as the ladder wobbled ever so slightly. Trying not to look to suspicious he turned to the books before him roaming through the stacks with disinterest as his eyes often flicked to the shaky ladder a strange feeling that something was going to happen rising in his chest.