<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v156/VampireSakura/96b215f6-9190-4e73-91a4-82a7917ec802_zpsdlej9uhc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ravyn Knight (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=237423.msg11691037#msg11691037)<br/><strong>Title</strong>Student Council President<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Uniform (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v156/VampireSakura/9199c111-f7b0-49d3-9577-13da16f64de4_zpshwzcermt.jpg)<br/><strong>Location|Time:</strong>Erebus's classroom | Monday| 7:00am | Before Breakfast<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Erebus<hr/><hr/><br/><em>How rude</em>....<br/><br/>If one thought that Ravyn would lose her composure over a little mishap, those that underestimated her mental resolve, were truly mistaken. The way her professor fought back was rather delicious. The feeling of his harsh words delighted her and brought her to life. Ravyn knew this wasn't going to be so easy the man was older than her father and yet if he thought he had her figured out he was mistaken. It was rather adorable to her how he had to defend himself against her by telling her the very person he was as if it was suppose to deter her, so much of himself he offered while she offered him nothing in return. Of course, she knew who he was, as she lingered in her chair, ever so calmly. Did he truly believe he knew who she was? The smile lingering in her eyes never fading as her prey continued to linger in her sight. Could one tell she was a true predator when shown a specific prey. Thought, telling her no was the last thing anyone wanted to do. No matter what, Ravyn always got her way, no matter how long it took no what she had to do to get it. She'd get what she wanted and would move on.  Like a beautiful crafted trap for a little mouse, Ravyn was the delicious cheddar cheese in the center. She felt an electrifying surge of energy that all but sent her heart racing, her palms starting to sweat, was this what excitement felt like? Different from that of her first kiss, her first dance, her first crush. Could one believe she was a little nervous?<br/><br/><em>No....not nervous...<br/>...Papa? <br/>Is it wrong to always want to feel like this?</em><br/><br/>She thought flooded her mind, like the growing addiction.<br/><br/>Though, it was seemly laughable the idea that she was interested in him beyond a simple taste. He was the unobtainable for the moment and there was no wounds lick for her feelings were never actually hurt in the first place. It showed she was able to get him to believe in a few of the many personas she held locked in the depths of her twisted mind. Furthermore, she had to watch out for him just the same. Was there a way to wrap this imposing stranger around her delicate fingers? She didn't want him to spoil the fun she had in store for those that crossed paths with her. It seemed as though she had to return to the drawing board when it seemed the book in his possession was calling her attention. In her silence, she listened carefully to it's beckoning. The sound of screeching as her chair slide back. The tapping of her shoes as her presence drew closer and closer to her unreachable trophy. "Is desiring to enjoy freedom...so unsightly?" Purred the demoness as she approached his desk or whatever it was he was sitting against.<br/><br/>"Should teachers truly be so patronizing? You're just so<em>cold</em>...Professor." Her voice was soft laced with a thin coat of ice as a single digit would trace over the very top of his book. Then to the center of the spine where she'd lightly pluck it from his grace if he allowed her to. Her heart wasn't on the table to begin with for she hides that very well. Did age truly make you complacent? If this was a chess match, Ravyn felt she was still very much in the game. "When you say things like that; how can it not break my heart" She told him, expressing pain in words but her tone of voice was empty of the feelings. It took a great deal to get under her many layers to see into her hollow shell. She was intelligent, she was raised to contend with anyone that stood next to her, however, she never felt the need to brag. She allowed her presence allow to turn heads. She felt perhaps this man was aware of that and was doing everything he could to remain on the defense while she pushed on the offense.<br/><br/>She showed up on time for his class every day, was getting A's in his class, and was advancing well beyond her years. Those that sot her help were doing very well in her class and she was nothing short to him of the perfect student until now. Until she decided to stir the pot and play. A true predator in her rarest form. "Already writing me off before you even allow me to try, you don't seem to understand your students, like you think you do. A wise man once told me, knowledge<em>is </em>power. Mr. Hermaeus. You should be<em>encouraging</em>...not belittling. I wish to read it and enjoy an intellectual conversation is that so unsightly too?" She mused closing his book if she allowed her to take it and lightly running her fingers along it's beautiful cover. She had accepted the deal with the book would it help her get what she wanted in return?  Though, Ravyn truly wanted to corrupt Mr. Hermaeus in many ways. Enjoy the many different expressions a very innocent Erebus could give her. Would the book truly offer her that joy with such a puppet?