<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Dragons/3114141738f8befecc2777b872d94a4a82f8c449_zps18754dab.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Tetsu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Academy Entrance(?)<br/><strong>With:</strong>No One in Particular<br/><hr/><br/><em>How stupid.</em>Was he supposed to mingle with these curs around him? He already felt sicken within the human form, something he despised and even when the Mistress to the academy sought for reactions, she would find none from Tetsu, other than an empty ebony fox mask that remained over his face, shielding his present displeasure. He was positive other students probably found it strange as well, but he never focused upon them, retaining his silence and solitude, knowing he didn’t have any power to act as he would otherwise wish to do. He was still unfamiliar with plenty of things, one being the terminology of fated that he recycled over and over in his head. His purpose was much different than theirs, but he kept such to himself. His attention and interest finally diverting as the remaining teachers tried to goad the ones that lack partners to step upfront, something he would do the exact opposite of.<br/><br/>He turned from the group, waving off the inquires some of the fellow students were rising, mindless bickering to him; though he kept that to himself. This human shell was weak, feeble, and he was in no room to squabble over something trifling that did not concern him. Careful steps were given, one to avoid walking into anyone else, another reason he took his time was to consume his surroundings better. Layout was always important as were potential threats to his kin. Humans were never to be trusts as he had learn nor were dragons that allied with them; or so he had been constantly taught. This place would make an idea feeding grounds though, if other dragons shared his ideas; but as he was now, it would be dangerous to go about preaching them.<br/><br/>So instead, he took a seat away from the group and decided to play the role of the observer. His golden eyes peering through the equally hued topaz lens upon his mask. His body relaxing, finding himself much more comfortable on his own than surrounded by so many unfamiliar dragons and weak humans. The mask also aided him in staying calm, the less that people could read him, the better. Now, the question was; how should he go about his days in conquering this Academy?