Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24012109-20140421141407/@comment-7838080-20140423141310

Morela found a quiet spot outside of the classroom, patiently waiting for him to come. Thankfully, many of the students didn't think much of the feathers she had. And, apart from the feathers, her appearance wasn't all that memorable and head turning. But there was one who seemed to get that she was a faunus, and marked her out.

"So...where's your wings, birdy? Someone shoot them off?" the student jeered, making Morela glare at him, "You shouldn't judge based on what I have that you don't," she shot back, "Awww...did I upset you, bird brain?" she continued to glare at him, "Certainly got a bigger one than yours, idiot."

The boy, taller than her and more massive, shot her a glare this time, "You have no right to say that, you freak of nature. You ought to know you're not better than a human..." his fist then smashing into her face, then another to her gut, making her fall to the ground in pain.

And to add insult to injury, he gave Morela a kick in the gut and kicked away her notebook and supplies. He sneered, saying, "Next time...know your place, freak," walking away as Morela struggled to get up, her body shaking. The kestrel felt like she was ten years old again, at the mercy of the lynch mobs that had run rampant.

She just wished that someone had been there to stop the bully. Morela hated that feeling of helplessness.