World of Darkness ~ High School RP

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Nero looked like he was going to lunge at Mochi and Damien the moment he had moved to defend the boy. He was deaf to the dragon's words. His nature was at its most powerful; he wanted to rake his claws through his target's body, to shred his meat, to grind his bones and splash his hot blood. The dragon was just a wall to him, an obstruction. Walls didn't fare well against Nero, as he had on occasion smashed through them in a fit of rage. Nero lunged forward, snarling, his bladed arm moving first, slicing through the air and toward the dragon. There. Will. Be. Blood.

"I will have order!"

"C'mon Boner, put 'em away-"

The Sub-Demon stopped in his tracks, the razor sharp tip of the sickle closest to Damien a mere five inches away from his jugular. Order... their teacher's authority and Mian's lazy laid-back voice had echoed through his skull. He had called Mochi a Half-Blood. That was just as bad as being called a dog in some circles. They were even, he didn't need to resort to violence, he was no beast. When rational thought came back to him, he shook his head clear, the murderous atmosphere dying down to a friendlier 'I'd still kill you' one, and much weaker, smaller. It didn't fill the room this time. "URAAARGH!!" Nero roared, splintering his half of the desk he was sharing with Mian with his forearm, before embedding the blades in the back wall. With a sharp twist, he snapped them off and left them there, sitting back down and clutching his head, his eyes scrunched shut as he recited I have dreams, I won't lose them, I have dreams, I won't lose them- over and over again in his head. When he had calmed himself down, he sat up straight, and opened his eyes again. They were no longer glowing, but they weren't their regular blood red either. They were a duller, lighter shade of red.

"I'm sorry." He said to practically no one and everyone. Regaining control after unleashing oneself was one of the hardest thing a sub-demon could do, especially animalistic ones like Nero. He hated losing composure, it was an insult to his intelligence. Mian was right too, he was trying his best to not maim anything, it was like dieting to demons. He raised his head. "I'm sorry for the desk sir- I- I swear I'll pay for it. And- and I think you should bind my powers too. If I can't control my temper, then I'm still just a kid. I don't wanna have my powers when I go on a temper tantrum next time." He said dully, but humbly. "Mian, you're impossibly cool about this!" He ruffled his own ears in frustration. "How the hell do you do it!? And for the record- I'd pay to see you jump humans n' bite chunks out!"