Bahadir had traveled a very long road, his horse exhausted from lack of rest, daring to refuse the commands given with the bridle from time to time. However, the elder vampire's patience was dwindling as he thought about the things he heard regarding this Academy. Knowing only stories of his creator about other vampires in the world and only the 'how to kill' about werewolves, he was surprised there was a sophisticated society of supernaturals all along, old and established enough to have a school to train the fledgelings.<br/><br/>His first reaction and the resulting decision thereof was that this academy and those responsible for its operation were corrupt and had to be dealt with. Despite the determination he set out with, as he traveled and gave it some thought, he realized he'd likely be signing his own death warrant by committing such an act. Thus he changed his plans to merely go to this academy and learn what he can about it and the societies behind it. He knew being around lycans and not killing them would be a dramatic change for him, but he had no choice, as it seemed.<br/><br/>As he neared the gates of the academy, he climbed down from his horse and patted it. After taking his bow and quiver filled with arrows from the back of the horse, he walked near the gates and looked for a bell, but decided to simply knock hard enough to be heard -if there was anyone near to hear it.<br/><br/>"I hope it will not be a furry abomination that opens the gate..." he muttered to himself as he waited.