91 Take Me 2 (1/2)
A gust of wind raged through the coliseum as shimmering lights of a teleportation formation formed in the center of the arena. Soon, a group of 6 figures blinked into existence.
The regular students and citizens of the Elvin Kingdom couldn't help but hold their breath under the pressure of these 6 young men and women.
Zaltarish was the first to make a move, his black changpoa fluttering slightly in the wind along with his sleek black hair. Taking a step forward, he bowed towards the above terrace, ”I apologize for our late arrival elders, I hope we haven't missed any of the proceedings.”
Headmaster Acacia sneered within his heart. He'd let Zaltarish figure out for himself that his plan to arrive after Acacia Academy's assessment had completed had failed.
In place of his master, Aeson Acacia's voice came out from within the space below the terrace, not bothering to step out, ”if you'd like to witness the proceedings, you can sit within the audience, or you can sit among us here. You haven't missed anything, Master has yet to announce the start of our assessment,” his voice was faint, yet held a powerful disdain and pride.
Although Zaltarish was a bit disappointed that his plan had failed, it didn't matter too much. What really bothered him was the fact an orphan had the audacity to speak with him like this. But, he felt it was beneath him to show displeasure for such an insignificant figure, so, he ignored it. Deciding to instead smile and nod appreciatively.
Turning towards his fellow geniuses from Mathilde and Florence Academy, he smiled again towards a particularly striking and seductive beauty: Mithrandir Norville. Although many had been stifled by the arrival of the geniuses, after the initial shock, not a single pair of eyes could be found looking anywhere else but towards her.
She constantly wore a playful smile, coquettishly luring everyone's gaze towards her. Her hair was a pure white, without impurities and blemishes. Her eyes were like red and clear rubies that seemed to twinkle from every angle. Her dress was tight, short and revealing, leaving little to the imagination. Despite the purity of her hair, everything else about her couldn't be further from it. Her chest nearly spilled out of her dress, a deep ravine of soft flesh that gently bounced with her every movement. Her hips were wide and flexible, seductively enticing gulps from even some women. Her ass was plump and soft, nearly falling out of her short dress. And yet, in all of this, no movement seemed to let anyone see anymore than what she wanted them to see.
Despite the beauty of Jade, Celine and Opal, whether it was because Mithrandir was so seductive, or because she was truly more beautiful, their lights seemed to have dimmed.
Mithrandir pretended not to notice the hot gaze of Zaltarish, and instead held onto a close friend of hers that seemed to be the polar opposite. Although she was just as seductive in her wardrobe choices as Mithrandir, whether it be her eyes, hair, or wear, they were all a deep blue. Together, they walked towards the beauties of Acacia Academy, ignoring the stares of the men around them.
Celine smiled, welcoming them, ”Mithrandir, Primrose, it's good that you're here. It was getting stuffy with all the testosterone,” the girls giggled, lost in their own world.
It seemed like the concerns and tensions of the academies and kingdom had nothing to do with them. They had been friends since they were young, they would hardly decide to close off their friendships for something that was still so abstract.