<span style="color: #0080FF">Arashi smiled a cruel smile, showing fanged teeth as he said</span><span style="color: #40BFFF">"I don't even need my magic to rid myself of someone like you."</span><span style="color: #0080FF">He reached up and ran his fingers along the collar, the smugness fading from his expression as he said,</span><span style="color: #40BFFF">"I am an Aloviti man, member of the clan Stormborn."</span><span style="color: #0080FF">He focused his eyes back on her and the collar on her wrist as he said,</span><span style="color: #40BFFF">"For your own sake, I hope you know how to use that thing. This isn't like I was just waiting to have a collar put on me to be called slave. You've stolen me from my home, and I have no wish to be here..."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">He glanced around the room briefly, at the other students, the other demons, the teacher, and back at her as he asked,</span><span style="color: #40BFFF">"Where am I? This does not feel like my realm, girl."</span><span style="color: #0080FF">The Aloviti are considered bringers of the storm, riding thunder clouds and casting down lightning bolts. They can take the form of any number of serpent kind, particularly those with affinity towards electricity, but when not exercising these powers they look similar enough to a human. Arashi is still coming into his powers, not able to fully form into any one thing. His arms and legs, feet and hands as well, have a tendency to shift between blue scales and skin, claws and hands. Some day soon he hopes to grow into his powers, waiting for the day the matriarch told him would come. Perhaps then he could break this girl's claim on him.</span>