07-17-2009, 08:29 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-17-2009, 08:29 AM by Frisk E. Coyote.)
"Oi. Dude." Nero grunted, fangs bared as he stormed over to Mian. "Whadaya think you're doin'? I told d'ya not to call me Boner in front of Fresh Meat!" He gestured dangerously at Jacob before turning his head to face the half-fae. "You're lost eh? Well good luck not gettin' eaten, squirt. You oughta be in Blood-Lines right now, in fact-" He faced Mian again. "You oughta' be in Blood-Lines right now." He said, casually wrapping an arm around the Elf's slender waist and picking him up easily, holding him sideways.
"I'm headed there for remedial classes and I don't wanna be the only Senior there, and since you're repeatin' it anyway..." He didn't finish his sentence, choosing instead to trudge over to Prof. Glen's classroom, Mian tucked under one arm. "You can follow if you want. Stay close if ya don't wanna end up chow. Of course, I ain't sayin' I won't eat you myself." He called back at Jacob without looking back at him. When he got to class, he set Mian down beside him and found himself a seat in the back. Luckily for him, Prof. Glen was there already. Maybe he could ask him to help a student out? He had three minutes till class started, he might as well ask now.
Nero weaved through the desks with little difficulty, for someone his size, making it to the front. "Professor?" The Great Dire Wolf asked. "Mind if I ask you a favor?"
The Voidwufr straightened up, a little relieved that the half-demon was looking as nervous as he felt. This meant that he wouldn't attack him, perhaps? "Schwarzwald, Chompenrau. It is my given name." He introduced himself before he doubled-over, baring his fangs and clutching his midriff, his eyes scrunched together in pain. A sharp jolt of hunger tore through his stomach before he regained composure and straightened up, pretending nothing had happened.
He was instructed to ignore these discomforts, but that was easier said than done. "I- I am also attending Blood-Lines class. M-may I walk with you?" He asked casually, but weakly. Perhaps following this person would help him get to class without his nausea getting him lost and mauled. "What is your name?"
"I'm headed there for remedial classes and I don't wanna be the only Senior there, and since you're repeatin' it anyway..." He didn't finish his sentence, choosing instead to trudge over to Prof. Glen's classroom, Mian tucked under one arm. "You can follow if you want. Stay close if ya don't wanna end up chow. Of course, I ain't sayin' I won't eat you myself." He called back at Jacob without looking back at him. When he got to class, he set Mian down beside him and found himself a seat in the back. Luckily for him, Prof. Glen was there already. Maybe he could ask him to help a student out? He had three minutes till class started, he might as well ask now.
Nero weaved through the desks with little difficulty, for someone his size, making it to the front. "Professor?" The Great Dire Wolf asked. "Mind if I ask you a favor?"
[Outside]
The Voidwufr straightened up, a little relieved that the half-demon was looking as nervous as he felt. This meant that he wouldn't attack him, perhaps? "Schwarzwald, Chompenrau. It is my given name." He introduced himself before he doubled-over, baring his fangs and clutching his midriff, his eyes scrunched together in pain. A sharp jolt of hunger tore through his stomach before he regained composure and straightened up, pretending nothing had happened.
He was instructed to ignore these discomforts, but that was easier said than done. "I- I am also attending Blood-Lines class. M-may I walk with you?" He asked casually, but weakly. Perhaps following this person would help him get to class without his nausea getting him lost and mauled. "What is your name?"
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