[center][h1][color=a187be]Ohon Katann[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center]Stampede "victim."[/center]
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[color=a187be]"Hey, hey! Watch it, you're standing on one of my wings, ya jackass!"[/color], the voice underfoot said. Ohon had been dashing down the hallway in a desperate bid to make it to breakfast and check out the newbies when he was distracted by an [i]insanely[/i] hot girl nearby and crashed head-first into a normal-size student: Madock Holliday. Given Ohon's small size, Madock seemed to have assumed he'd bumped into Ohon instead of the other way around.

Ohon glared up at Madock from the tiled floor, refusing to take his hand. Ohon might be stupid, but this had happened before. Several times. And he'd already had his wings ripped off when he took someone's hand once -- he wasn't making [i]that[/i] mistake again. Two days in the infirmary having his wings grown back on was an enormous pain in the, er, nothing really. His wings didn't have any nerve endings and couldn't feel pain, but having to walk places and lie in bed all the time pissed him off.

Before he had the chance to ask the other boy to get off of him, someone else Ohon hadn't seen before absolutely [i]flipped his shit[/i] and tried to shove the one standing on his wings. This would probably hurt. A lot. [color=a187be][i]Fuck.[/i][/color]

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