<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff123/Scrapper349/th_Russell.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Russell Davis<br/>Dining Hall<br/>Tagged: Sashira, Yuri, Masako</strong><br/><br/>Russell shook his head as he tried to make sense of what Sashira was telling him. "So you're saying that you<em>have</em>to submit to anyone who beats you in a fight?" he asked incredulously. Some of his anger had drained away in the face of his roommate's words, only to be replaced with confusion. "Don't you have any control over it? Or is it just a case of you being carried along for the ride?" He took a deep breath as Sashira finished speaking. "I know you're a succubus, Sashira. I can still see your wings - I haven't suddenly gone blind," the dark-haired young man said harshly. "But I thought you weren't ready to go all the way just yet. That's why -"<br/><br/>Abruptly he threw his hands up in exasperation. "You know what? Forget about it!" he exclaimed suddenly. It was finally beginning to sink in to Russell's mind that, despite her humanoid form, Sashira was not human and simply didn't think the same way that he did. The idea of Yuri being Sashira's alpha didn't set well with Russell - hell, he'd only heard the term used to describe animals, and the fact that Sashira could talk and think was reason enough to not put her on that level. But she seemed more comfortable like that, and wasn't willing to budge. It emphasised how alien she really was.<br/><br/>It also made Russell realise just how alone he was here.<br/><br/>Letting out his breath in a huff of frustration Russell looked across the table at his roommate and her alpha (he forced his mind to shy away from thinking of Yuri as Sashira's owner) . "An hour ago I didn't even frigging know monsters were real. I thought the worst I had to worry about was keeping my grades up," he muttered. "Now I'm trying to process all this crap and wondering what my odds are for surviving the year." His voice softened. "Sashira, I'm trying to wrap my head around this alpha stuff. Even if I manage to get it here," he tapped his index finger against the side of his head, "I think getting it<em>here</em>is gonna take a while." Now Russell tapped his fingertips on the centre of his chest right over his heart.<br/><br/><strong>"You're a monster girl. You're STILL superior to those two males." </strong><br/><br/>The sound of the loud female voice made Russell's head snap around looking for the speaker. She wasn't hard to find - sitting at a nearby table, holding a large sandwich in one hand, was a tall blonde woman dressed like someone out of Xena or the Lord of the Rings. A pair of tight chamois leather trousers clung lovingly to her long legs while fingerless gloves covered her hands. A leather bustier covered her upper torso and barely held back a pair of firm breasts large enough to give Miss Masters a run for her money.<br/><br/>Russell's blue eyes remained fixed on the woman for a long moment, as his mind fought to rein in his libido. With his hormones back in check he looked over her again, but in a different way. Her arms and legs were shapely, but also well-toned and strong. The set of her shoulders and her way of sitting revealed to Russell that she could leap up from the chair in an instant, ready for anything. Whoever the lady was, she was a serious martial artist or warrior, not to be taken lightly.<br/><br/>For his own part Russell settled for cracking his neck and regarding the woman steadily for a long moment before speaking. "You said she's superior to us," he stated in a polite yet unyiellding tone of voice. "What way are you talking about?"<br/>