Introducing Philosophy

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[September 3-Open to all in Boris' Philosophy Class]

The grey Borzoi was lying curled up towards the back of the classroom, eyes half-opened, facing the door. Since he hadn't met his students yet, this would be part of their first test, and his first appraisal of his students. He had found that he could tell a lot about people by simply watching them. And the fact that it was a fun exercise for Boris was certainly a plus.

As he waited for his students to arrive, his tail twitched, and thumped lightly on the floor as his thoughts drifted towards the future. It was true there was nothing he could do to stop the fights here, he could, perhaps, instill a group philosophy which would reduce or eliminate deaths in the arena. But, if not, then he would do what he could to help his students grieve, for death was, after all, part of life.

Boris gave a silent snort, and dismissed the thought from his mind, ears pricking up slightly as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

[Rahne Sinclair]

A wolf walked into the room. A russet furred wolf with pinned back ears and bright black and green eyes. Her claws clicked on the floor as she pushed open the classroom door with her nose. Rahne had been having a grand old time bouncing back and forth on the quad before she had to go to class. Being a wolf was so simple, so peaceful, so perfect. She wished she could stay that way forever and ever. Alas being human was what she was as much as she hated every fiber of her human side. Or wolf. Or...she wasn't quite sure. She shook her coat and sniffed the air. She smelled the scent of a dog. Odd. She padded into the classroom fully, looked around and shapeshifted back to the teenage girl she was.

Rahne was dressed in a large t-shirt which hung off her shoulder and a pair of shorts. Xavier had helped her greatly with pieces of her wardrobe so they'd shift with her. Boris would now see a red headed lass of medium height, pulling up the bag she'd carried in with her mouth off of the floor and placed them on a desk in the front of the room. The female turned her head slightly and jumped, placing her hand to her chest.

"Oh my god!" She said, "Och, I'm so sorry! I dinnae mean tae...oh...tis a wee dog."

[Cadpig]

A second student appeared not long after Rahne. However, she was much smaller and more like their professor in terms of species. The little dalmatian maintained a sort of cheerful attitude toward the subject, as philosophy did strike a cord within Cadpig, and she couldn't wait to get started. The trouble was that she couldn't identify who the teacher was when she arrived in the classroom. Rahne? No, probably not. The human had reacted quite oddly to something, but Cadpig hadn't seen what it was. So, she just tilted her head to the side and glanced in Boris' direction. Was that the professor? It seemed reasonable enough to assume so.

"Huh... Small class. Oh well! We'll have a better chance to get one another this way," Cadpig stated.

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The Russian Wolfhound watched with interest as a wolf padded its way slowly into the room, dismissing his instinctive urge to pursue her. Not only was he here to teach, it had been many generations since his line had hunted wolves. The instinct to hunt their kind wasn't all that strong anymore. He crooked an eyebrow as the wolf did the completely unexpected, and changed shape, turning into a human. If he had the time, he'd have to ask her about her ability.

Boris couldn't help but smile at being referred to as a 'wee dog'. He stood two and a half feet at his shoulder, and weighed over one hundred pounds. Not by any means small, by canine standards. Then, not long after the wolf-girl spoke, another student, this time a small Dalmatian puppy, entered the room. Well, even if it was a small class, that wouldn't stop him from doing his job.

"We can take moment longer before we begin," he said, rising to his feet and padding to the front of the class before seating himself in front of his desk. "But now is time for introduction. I am Boris, Philosophy Professor, philosopher, and Russian Wolfhound. Now, is your turn," he said, pointing his long snout at Rahne.