Forest

The clasps of metal mugs start in the medieval hall full of green tea and start the philosophy faculty per Kings tradition.

"Ho ho ho ho we will drink this time."

"Time has no essence." Tiger werewolf picks up his metal jar and cheers at the beginning of the day.

"Yes we are here for Prussian philosophy." The dining hall of the Kings made a prologue cheering.

"I drink a full cup of Arthur Schopenhauer. He is today my idol."

Arthur Schopenhauer was a German philosopher who decided to not deny itself like a world our tiger philosopher, our follower of Kant and Western thinkers to Indian tenet.

Our Estonian Romus International student programme enrolled from Estonia, Tallinn. The Romus was a magic exchange programme and they earned our tiger werewolf in Montana Mountains.

His talisman was a golden pedant in his pocket with an Immanuel Kant portrait. The Prussian Philosopher. He was a king magician alchemist twisting words to a gold.

His school of magic in Tallinn made him a good apprentice and the alchemical spells of magic had the powers of planets to align for the right moon to shine.

Arthur Schopenhauer was born 22 February 1788 Danzig (Gdańsk), Crown of the Kingdom of Poland, Polish–Lithuanian Commonwealth.

Our heroes king was Immanuel Kant 22 April 1724 Königsberg, Kingdom of Prussia

(present-day Kaliningrad, Russia).

Alen Bjorg was his name, learning to transform under the magic of the moon. They had elected a students council president and he agreed with Arc Mage the Dean to practice martial arts before lunchtime lectures.

They had a visiting international fighters association cage fighter and World Wide Karate Organisation leader, a leader of philosophy whose magic later blew itself out in our story.

The WWKO leader teacher had them train for their white belts the way fall in life all the colour before they kneel before him and rise with black belt in their pure white uniform.

"Boys it is important to condition your knuckles and show no disrespect to our kimono in kumite. You stain others with your blood is not ethical."

"Let's fight for that!"

Bjorg lifts his fist in the lawn, they smash their arms to the sides and lower their expectations with a choir they scream.

"Oss!"

They scream each systematic punch for their nerves and motors to hyperventilate it would engrave their memories. The sweat starts in the first 10 seconds like they would run a marathon without breathing.

Our philosophy faculty plays a knees game, one to raise its knees for others to follow its knees.

They start one line versus line formation sparingly kicking each line back and forward, blocking and countermeasures punches back and forward in their lines.

The punch twists and elbows block the knees, throwing kicks back and forward. "It is attack on attack."

"Yeah you need to pick many shapes of opponents to find obstacles in height and weight."

They had lawns near the forest trees lined up with makiwara.

Makiwara is a board cut and dug under the ground supported with two logs. Its top is lined with thick rope.

"Sensei? We ran up the Montana mountain trail and hit the trees today."

"No Bjorg. We do not condition our fists today. We clean our minds by sweeping our courtyard."

"Hey guys! Get your brushes. We have it cleaned today!" Our tiger werewolf did not object to the teacher witchcraft project. He sent them to sweat in hard day's hour labour to have their brooms out to see their lectures.

They took a bathroom break on a white marble floor with blue led mirrors and blue light bronze faucet taps of a dragon mouth to wash your hands.

The open white marble showeroom made for Rome Emperor's meet the philosopher's design minds.

Thru toilets were held by the bronze goblins.

When they did hot steam they walked to grab their folded white towels in Art Deco of Roman and Greek sculpture bodies.

"I had a great wash today, Bjorg."

"Yes, Larrington. It is odd enough that our campus Dean made us only speak in our surnames."

"Bjorg. I think our research group could use your analysis to see advantages and disadvantages of why a doctor's degree was brought in from the United States of America."

"Fock it Larrington. It is only to talk with the law faculty about what is good or bad. You know the golden rule of religious sanscripts saying us doing good is the bringer of evil."

"Yes I know."

Larrington looks in tiger werewolf predators eyes. He had a spot on his left leg. It was like Leopard never changes its spot; it was his eyes glare of predators never seeking the truth and might of magic.

"I have my lecture ready for universal truth from the English archives of the Da Vinci series to universal mind and body. It is ok to explore Italian art studies. I will enjoy my studies ahead."

"Yes, para arte they say in Italy."

Larrington's bald head looks in his shaved eyebrows and head to his neck he places wooden beads on.

"Oss! Off I leave."

Our tiger werewolf looks at his hall fellow long mushroom haircut with his baldhead tip. His mind understood he came from a religious family. His middle finger is wearing an oversized silver ring with a huge blue emerald stone. It was a small size of a wild bird egg.

Him walking away.

"I love this English exchange student."

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"I heard the boys in the eighties swing this season."

"How about your term?"

"The work did not move much."

"Yeh, you're always behind your work."

"I heard they say it is fashionable briefs and golden glasses."

"Yeah I heard them speak wearing kimono or zebra prints." Augustine was able to observe other girls laughing to giggle at their studies.

"I am happy they study hard."

Miss Woo spoke to herself pushing past art history listening herein.

Their forest collegiate was a warm welcome to our nature and studies. We learned how her life started. We learn now her magic happens. How we make sages from mages.

It was a dream under the moon. We stood in their paranormal vocal lives. The might of a stroke creates a world parallel to ours. The werewolves live in our forest. The creatures of the blood moon were hoping to have her back. The packs were angry but life goes on.

Her life drawing class where they stood in a huge room with wooden floor and white walls did not matter the point they stood in the circle with an easel and cardboard to clip their sheets of paper in watercolour box media layering to objects they found each opened from a black blanket to set amount of time.

They draw with pencils a huge collection of chairs asked to focus out the empty spaces in between rather from outside only following lines in from empty not tracing the shapes.

Arts students swap pages to practice two pencils and swap pages to a continuous line.

Her class, an independent field for lunch, leaves to capture images on camera for tomorrow's research briefing. They will discover the fine art layers of layering the painting when a good artist knows to stop.

It was essential to look at smaller images on the camera screen. They would be able to choose a portrait or landscape silhouette with their free hands to trace. Their choice of paint layers would fit five to ten layers of paint. It was ok to use acetone on cloth to wipe the layers to gather common composition.

Their hand bound sketchbooks were the art research books they made a portfolio. The essential primary research is photography, art history research, and the philosophy behind it.

They sketch to their mood board cutting corners of the colour to design their words of colour palette. Her eyes capture fallen leaves to bind the magic in colourful play past the waves of a wind bending the leaves to the side a tones from one to three past numbers organising tones.

The colour layers palette is made.

It was today in her knitted hand bag of her choice palette knife. The light 3H pencil to capture gesture drawings to have emotional and perfectly inhumane.

The library research and her study class. The hall fellowship.

Augustine brought magic from the history of the past in a photocopy page her traces of a greek sculpture washed with acetone cloth enlarged A3 paper image had their thinking stone silhouette.

The variation of images possibilities of Greek and Roman sculptors had perfect portrait cutouts filling her first empty pages to cut the holes and bind in rope of her six colours of choice to paint her university job.

Her cut out cardboard with cut hole made easel take layers of colours her knife experimenting a wild colour play without binding the borders her cuts straighten the eyes observing discovery of colour one with one more oil paint to see the foundation painting.

"Great Augustine. You are becoming a real Greek sculptor."

"Mrs Montana spoke her words to a young girl." Her words were telling the truth of her pathway to a choice painting future in colourful words out of lecture.