<div class="floatleft">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/KizzyKurenai/guys/c8f34ba9-fde1-464f-882c-fbb8f3d321c4.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Name:</strong> Wen Xi Jun (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=202641.msg9974349#msg9974349[/url)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Academy Entrance<br/><strong>With:</strong> Bastille, Everyone</span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Without so much as a word, Wen followed his lord and master as he trudged and stomped his way through the crowd of human and kin gathered at the gates of the academy. He did not respond to the brat prince’s request to hurry, rather he continued his casual trek much as before, calmly with his hands clasped firmly to each other behind his back, hidden only by the rippling sleeves of his robe.<br/><br/>As Wen followed the retreating form of his master, his thoughts turned to that of the other students. The one’s who were accosted by the Prince did not look none too happy about being treated as nothing more than an annoying bug. Others looked like they were plotting his murder as they stood. A small smirk came to Wen’s features at that thought. None would lay a finger on him, that privilege belonged to him and were his alone. <br/><br/>When poor Bastille lagged behind, Wen waited patiently for the young prince to regain his breath before pressing onwards. If they were in private, Wen would have scooped the royal lad into his arms and transport him to wherever he was needed, much to Bastille’s rage and chagrin. Even now the human wyrm was tempted to do so, but he knew the consequences of performing the act when they were around the wyrmlings and their meat. Though Bastille was no very strong and sturdy like the rest, the boy did have… imagination when it came to punishment. </span>