[i]Oh my, what a lovely first examination~[/i]

No mercy? Fighting and killing everything in their way? Life-threatening dangers? Floating islands in the middle of nowhere? Totally random team selection? All those elements sounded like they were pretty much designed for Azalea's entertainment. There was so much love in the air, after all, and soon the Emerald Forest should be full of pain, either from prospective Hunters, or from the Grimm themselves.

Then, she decided to double back on that thought, since she was fairly certain that most Grimm were incapable of feeling pain. Which was so very sad. No pain, no love, no hope. It was probably because of her habit of crushing their throats that made screaming a tad bit difficult, but alas, it must have been a lonely life to live, being a soulless monster with no reproductive capabilities.

There were other things that the voice of the Headmistress informed them about, but the bunny faunus, wearing a school uniform that was quite popular with some of her one-night friends in the past, didn't care about it. All things considered, there was a castle to go to, Grimm to fight, and friends to make. The Mistress's voice was so much more interesting that her words, after all. It was a strong, imperial voice, filled with a righteous might, so much more pleasant than the depraved pig-snorts and oral-farts that consisted of the voices of most of her acquaintances. But she loved them all the same, because Azalea was a good girl that loved every dirty, twisted, corrupted thing in the world~

Her long, fluffy bunny ears swivelled around as she entertained herself with actually glimpses of everyone else's scant conversations. It was evident that most of them were nervous in one form or the other. Even her adopted mother, that grizzled manly Huntress with W-size boobs, warned her about the madness that was Beacon's first examinations. Something about trying to kill the students right off the bat. It made sense, of course, but it seemed that a whole bunch of students were anxious all the same.

Then you had the future jocks of Beacon, like the deliciously hunky boar faunus, who made Azalea salivate just a little bit, before she licked up the drool that was dripping from a corner of her mouth. So much man-meat packed in one person. Azalea really did like the faunus who were based off the 'wilder' animals. And boars were basically pigs! She wondered if he tasted like bacon when fried.

Ah, but that blind person was also so perfect in his own way! That elegant silence, that cane that was probably a sword, that mysterious aura of crippleness! Blind people did have a way with their fingers, after all, even though she had only heard about that fact from others in her former business. She twirled a strand of pink hair absentmindedly, wondering if that boy was extra-sensitive down there, wondering if he played with that cane of his during lonely, dark nights. Wait, no, that would make him gay, wouldn't it? Or would that just make prostrate simulation his fetish?

She dove into those thoughts just a bit longer, before her amethyst eyes found a piece of nostalgic perfection, which was already being violated by the presence of a normal human girl. A bird faunus with feathers as black as night, red eyes that reminded her of the first man who embraced her with no ulterior intentions. Draped in a shroud of black feathers that seemed to mix with her own wings, she exuded an aura that was mysterious, exotic, and alluring. Azalea was, frankly, getting just a little bit moist. Sure, that girl didn't have scaly skin, nor massive, steel-shredding talons, but birds were apparently descendants of dinosaurs, so the thought was there. The thought, and the memory.

With steps that were as light as light, and a sudden swiftness akin to falling petals, Azalea slid right behind the crow faunus and drew her arms around her slim body. So cool, yet so warm. A tickling sensation was felt on contact, and a softer, more pleasant sensation was sensed when her arms reached the fluffy down that nestled beneath the feathers. Azalea was careful with her grip though, ensuring that her arms didn't simply crush the crow's delicate windpipe, before bringing her head to the side, resting her chin on the crow faunus's left shoulder. She craned her neck, twisting it to get a better look at her face, before saying with a smile and a tilting laugh, [b]“Oh, I'm so sorry to just drop in like this, but I couldn't help but want to feel your feathers, blackbird. They looked so soft and sleek from a distance, you know? I'm sure you're regularly praised for the quality of your feathers back in...hm...”[/b]

She thought for a moment, wondering what the right word was, then decided that she didn't care enough for things like that. After all, faunus were liable to get fucked anywhere, financially, sexually, physically, or mentally, so the place didn't really matter.

[b]“Well, anyways, I'm Azalea, bunny faunus. Your name, birdie?”[/b]

It was rather tempting, to just pluck off one of the bigger feathers right then and there, but she restrained herself. There would be plenty of time later.