Moon

Montana University colleges had three campuses of scholars for arts, laws and philosophy.

Augustine Woo, who blushed from him in the forest to a doctor's office, learned she had a friend.

The law faculty neighboring across huge parks like Seoul's Presidential Palace of a Blue House deep within the nature of the forest.

It had footpaths and a huge view of the Mountain. Her imagination was able to see her house deep above on the way to Montana Town.

She was on the walk today from an art lecture carrying her brushes and gown full of paint to sneak preview to the Law faculty part of the forest.

The boots made a good hiking tool to walk and see her future prospective love. He sent her a message on campus asking her to know about him.

"I am here near Rebel's General statue of a fountain."

The data was free on the forest campuses. "It was a winner. I got his message."

"Love. I am with you."

"Thank you."

"I am thankful you found me naked in the forest sleeping or I might have been worse off."

"It is ok."

"I'll buy you a coffee."

"I am sorry about my brother."

"It is ok. My uncle broke his jaw. He should avoid harassing and following you."

The crystal ball said she placed it in her bag and felt the magic boiling in her heart. It was his witchcraft burning from a werewolf alpha of the pack. Their magic made it to her bloodstream past her blood vows. The blood link is on fire from her brother's corrupt police Woo wolfpack.

The crystal ball falls in a knitted yellow wool bag. It was not long before the full moon shines above our skies. It was the call of a young wolf.

He was near the statue in his clothes wearing a velvet grey jacket, a woodcutter's green shirt and blue denim. The firm back leaning on the marble fountain of the statue he was reading lectures outlined.

Her seeing the end of the trail to the forest. Her blood runs.

It stops her heart. A tiger werewolf avoids hitting her on campus bicycle. "You ok?"

"You scared me." He sees her pressing art literature to her chest, her paint gown and the wool backpack closer to her.

"I am from the philosophy faculty. See you later." The tiger werewolf without introduction steps on pedal and continues his journey on a vintage bike roaming on the road like tiger groans the leaves picking up the ground.

"Yeh. Yeh." He keeps on saying to himself cycling away.

Geir and Sons lawyers office heir waves her walking closer. "You ignore him. The philosophy faculty scholars are off the hook. They never do what they say. They drink, talk and drink. It is like they are king's of this planet."

"I heard before the doctor's degree we introduced ourselves to Europe. We had only two faculties for the Kings of Europe. It was Law and Philosophy."

"Yes I know. I am keen on Kant myself."

"I heard he was a Prussian Philosopher."

"Yes Augustine, he had a hard life, learning the philosophy he was teaching was a modest but one way of life with feudal lords."

"Yes I know. I was born in a Police Officer's family and joined university to stop being trained to be a housewife."

"I think they visited my father's office and he knows what to do with them."

They both walk to a cathedral size hall made in Gothic architecture fuelled half of the building walls in moss. The masons' work was to cut the rock that would fit half of a square meter brick to add a structure for law students to live in.

The staircase to the building gates were wide and open. You would sit in the sunshine and you would pass in without traffic.

"We study art literature of history and fine art painters. It is our choice of literature we find in our library. The digitalisation is off limits."

"I think it creates limits."

"It is ok because we crave for more literature."

"What are you holding in your hands?"

"I am reading Italian sculpture. They call it Para Arte or art studies."

"You are reading about it and reading the sculptures."

"Yes, art history has a suplex catalyst to written words and photographs in full pages allowing me to discover myself to construct and review the building's of constructions."

"You will be a great sculptor."

"You can see my gown?"

A werewolf heir to alpha looks ahead away from her.

"I see you are a fine artist." His hand leads her way forward to a dinning hall.

The ballroom of chandeliers made a caved ceiling ten meter long arc in brown lanes connecting the caves of white space.

The era it was designed in is not known from her mind.

"I think if you are learning about rocks you could appreciate old brick buildings near the Montana Rocks Mountain."

The hall of tables and chairs. Augustine can smell the dust, wood and candle wax of scholars.

A huge dining hall made to learn and practice laws.

"We have posted cards to each side of the tables. We learn civil or criminal laws, the disputes we hold to resolutions. Our family's laws, commercial rights and social responsibility from Magna Carta one cannot be punished without others."

"Yes I heard about King William's law made for England in a single piece of paper. It was the first time it was ever made creating the western law paper to today."

"Yes and it is in Salisbury Cathedral for display in England. The tallest Church tower in Europe. I was there to see it for myself."

"You go around." Augustine Woo smiles and blushes holding her books and palm to her mouth the books closer to her chest.

Wolfgang lowers to Augustine his sincere look. Her small and frail body in her sports underwear and loose dress to fit the comfort army boots and her knitted yellow bag.

"Let's go to a greenhouse, Caffè. We have flowers blooming and petals out."

"Thank you." She follows his hand.

"I am happy now I am not a housewife of a corrupt cop." Augustine Woo's mind spoke.

Her building is a modern art from a wide window to a square building with flat rooftop and corridors joining each hall, the flower gardens outside and granite rocks dropped to pavements.

The green wood cut diagonal lines made art deco flourish to a contemporary building.

The sanitary spaces only made and allowed nothing but a table top, stool, paper and pen in a heavy meditative state to draw your ideas.

The photocopier was an expensive research object to pay for.

The art store had its state of art class from brushes to canvas paper to find, the small store had a catalogue of samples to order for next week delivery to your locker room in case of short supplies and a need to create.

A visiting lectures professionals talks about art had their early work samples brought in for examination and show of research with white gloves.

Her eyes shined from learning the unique pieces to see for a first time no gallery would display.

The black floorboards and white walls lead from bedrooms to study rooms and lecture halls.

It was the way to let your personality shine and wear only you could wear only to art you can make. The discipline made you an artist.

"Thank you the first day she walked in the campus." Her spirit and arts spoke to herself.

The family pack she left. It made her a winner not corrupt Montana Police Department. The fake art of manliness a true man would understand.

Philosophy faculty was Lycan home of a race. Augustine Woo met their student council president, a tiger werewolf.

The wild bunch of superbeasts who never lost once in a single competition throughout the history of Montana University fights to meet and greet other students at tournaments.

The philosophy faculty had white castle look from dream fairytale cinema pictures.

The small castle windows and round structures with a moat of water pond full of fish was a home of Lycans.

A tiger werewolf home had wooden creaking floors in the way of the samurai era. You would always know nobody would approach you or it would stay peaceful and focused at home.

The black tiles top and black window frame to a white castle architecture design told us it was the first law a king learns.

A tiger werewolf bedroom was in white walls and black creaking floor. The black oak king-size bed and white bed sheets made you understand who advised the kingdom.

Shelves made out of oak from wall to wall in black had many literature texts from medieval English to William Shakespeare literature to analyse and think about.

A Lycan was a true ruler of his home. The black table with white paper notes said it all.

It was their home in the middle of the forest on the way to Montana Town to Montana Rocks Mountains.