<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/299/1/e/_volug__by_lexical_phobia-d31l6l7.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Eden Klawgre<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Institute, Classroom 1A<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lynn Miller in particular, but open to all interactions.<br/><br/>There were many smells here. Too many for Eden's sensitive nose to sort through. With his wild senses, each smell was translated to him as different colors of the rainbow, and this classroom looked like a three-year-old dipped their hands in a can of rainbow and did what all three-year-olds do with a hand full of paint. His ears twitched repeatedly as he took in all the different sounds. There was a wide assortment of monster breeds here from Lamias to the fabled Manticore. The variety of creatures disturbed him. There were some he was familiar with from stories of their strength, and others that he knew nothing about. Luckily there were only nine others aside from himself. Most of them were even females. Eden wondered if now would be the time to assert his dominance as the Alpha Male of this pack, or if he should await the arrival of another male candidate so that he may formally challenge him for the title.<br/><br/>His attention rarely flickered towards the Human side of the room, but when it did, it only focused on the females. A few of them caught his attention from first glace as possible mates, but his mind was still focused on securing his place at the top. Once at the seat of power, selecting a mate would be much easier. But first, even before that, he had to choose a seat.<br/><br/>Should he sit in the front of the class and portray a hunger for knowledge? That could cause some of the males to believe he is weak physically and not respect him. He could sit in the far back; an ominous shadow overlooking all. But then he might miss key instruction from the professors. He could place himself in the center and get the best of both worlds, but then he could wind up being the center of attention once he begins his campaign for pack leader. This could cause trouble since attacks could come from all direction.<br/><br/>Pondering, Eden decided on a course of action. He sat in the center row on the end closest to the divide between Humans and Monsters. This way, he could keep an eye on the male monsters, and fend off any possible attacks from the human males from across the room. It was also ideal in case a strategic withdraw was necessary to preserve his life for anther fight.<br/><br/>He sat. Comfortably, his fluffy tail slide through the chair's back opening and swished gently. His ears perked at attention so that he could hear any possible plots against his life. His eyes were focused on the two humans at the front of the class. He recognized them as the culprits behind his reduction in combat strength. Were he at his original strength, asserting his dominance would be easier than crushing a mouse beneath his paw. Still, their invention opened a door of opportunity for him to further increase his monstrous potential. His strength, if pared with a human mate, could more than triple its original potency.<br/><br/>For that, they will be allowed to breathe.<br/><br/>While he contemplated his strategy, he listened to the professors banter at the front of the class. Nothing he hadn't already deduced from the setup of the classroom and the academy itself. Though their first assignment, finding a permanent mate, intrigued him. Not only would this give him the opportunity to claim a female from the very start, it would also be a good way to practice asserting dominance over the general populace. Eden had never been an Alpha. For the most of his life, he was a lone wolf fending for his own. Now, at the prime of his life, he was ready to claim dominance over all others and lead his own pack. It made sense that he need practice doing so: How could he expect to lead an entire pack if he could not protect and lead even one person?<br/><br/>His eyes, again, scanned over the human side of the classroom. There were a few females that intrigued him: a blonde with crisp blue eyes, a short blue-haired woman with a questionable look on her face, and a few more that didn't stand out much in his mind. There was one female, however, that held his attention the longest as he scanned the room. The brunette with braided hair and round spectacles appeared to be a prime female both for companionship and breeding. Her body was healthy and. quite attractive. Feeling attraction towards the opposite sex only served to insure the future of the bloodline, however, this woman seemed to stir more than just that within the young wolf. She seemed like someone who he would be comfortable with having by his side as a companion.<br/><br/>The Manticore was the first to move. Eden's eyes paid her no mind, but his ears were locked on her footsteps. They seemed tense, but focused. As she entered his line of sight, he watched as she spoke with one of the human males. A quizzical look fluffed his expression as he watched a female assert dominance over a male. Was it customary for female Manticores to be dominant over males? Maybe human males were submissive in nature towards females. This institute surely proved to be a place to gather new information.<br/><br/>He did realize that now he was falling behind. If this Manticore was a dominant one, she might attempt to become the Alpha of this classroom. And by grabbing a human companion first, she would have a jump on regaining her monstrous strength. Even worse, the Lamia also made a move towards another human male. They truly muss be the submissive sex of their race. Regardless, Eden could not sit by and allow anyone to surpass him. He rose from his seat and locked eyes with the brunette across the room. His chiseled frame became more prominent once he rose to his full height of 6/1. Confidently he approached her desk and towered over the woman. She had a most voluptuous frame that took every ounce of self-control he had not to ogle. "<strong>I am called Eden."</strong>His voice was firm and strong as he towered over her seat. "<strong>I have decided that you will be my partner during our attendance at this institute.</strong>"<br/><br/>It was evident that his interaction with humans was very limited. Humility and manners were destined to get you killed when hunting boars for food.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i62.tinypic.com/330z2o0.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name:</strong> Sparx Larsa<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Institute, Classroom 1A<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zenobia...?</div><br/><br/><br/>This had to be the worst day of his pitiful life! Not only was he shipped off from the comfort of his basement, but he was stuck in a classroom with actual MONSTERS just across the room from him. They all looked extremely terrifying from his point of view. Some were large and menacing, others were smaller and more humanoid-looking. All of them dangerous in their own right. Sparx found it hard enough to defend himself against humans. Any one of those creatures could pluck his spine from his ass without him having so much as a scream of protest.<br/><br/>He didn't want to think about it.<br/><br/>He hid his electric blue eyes away in his data pad once he entered the classroom. He tried desperately not to show fear; they could probably smell it oozing from his pores. Without looking up, he went to claim his usual spot in the far back corner. He walked and weaved through the desks avoiding all human contact as much as possible until he was about three seats away from his destination. Without even looking up, he could see feet resting at the desk. Immediately, the brown-haired human made a 90 degree turn as if that was his plan all along and sat at the far left seat across from the person who beat him to the corner seat.<br/><br/>Damn...<br/><br/>Well, any corner seat would do so long as he was at the back. Unfortunately, however, this particular seat put him the closest to the other monsters in the room. He would rather sit at the teacher's desk then where he was currently, and his heart-rate began to increase. His face became increasingly close to the datapad even though nothing was displayed on the screen. Eventually, he decided that now might be a good time to start gathering information on some of the monsters in the room. He was just about to run a search on one of the more exotic creatures when something odd stuck out to him: there was a human across the room. He possessed shimmering silver hair and a stare that could freeze lava solid. Everyone on that side of the room had to be monsters, which included the human.<br/><br/>Sparx decided to run a search on humanoid monsters. The information sent to the datapad was instantaneous, and disturbing. It appeared that any monster that could masquerade as a human were always the most powerful and most dangerous. Adding more detailed information to the search criteria, the data pad displayed information about a type of monster called a Snow King. He started to educate himself on this particular race, but then the instructors began to address the class. Out of respect, he removed his tech from the view of others and paid attention. He would need to get as much information as possible if he was to survive this school.<br/><br/>Oh how he wished he was stillborn...<br/><br/>When the instruction came to actually pair up with a monster, he felt his legs shaking in his jeans. He didn't even want to look across the room at the future partner he was about to receive. Then, a relieving thought swept across his mind. In school, he was always picked last for everything; sports, field trips, and everything that involved him being paired with other people. Hopefully, his streak of being a loser would benefit him in this situation and the monsters would avoid him like a diseased runt. Yeah, that was definitely how this was going to play out. A sigh of relief passed through his lips and the young human actually relaxed a bit.<br/><br/>This came premature.<br/><br/>"Hey, you look like you're fairly competent, for a human.  How about we deal with this assignment together?"<br/><br/>For about three second, every fiber in Sparx's body was frozen in his laid-back and relaxed position. Not even his blood found the courage to circulate after the words were spoken to him. When his body finally realized that it would expire in a few moments were his heart and brain to remain in this state, it revitalized itself.<br/><br/>Blue eyes casually rolled over to the looming Manticore before him. Their first focus were her massive pair of... paws. They seemed large enough to smash his head like a ripe grape. The wings she hefted also gave her a large, menacing appearance despite the fact that Sparx was actually taller than her. Only by about a half-head, but that wouldn't matter if she decided to rip it off.<br/><br/>Finally, he figured it'd be rude not to reply. At least while his tongue still rested in his mouth, he should use it. "Sure." His tone was casual, but his mind was in a frenzy. ~OMIGOD WHY THE HELL DID THE SCARIEST GIRL IN THE ROOM PICK ME?!~ Not only did she seem the most versatile killing-machine, even her humanoid features directly opposed anything that would be considered in his league. She had an incredibly gorgeous face! One he could only dream about if his brain allowed him the fantasy. And her feminine features were like something out of an Online Game. Usually, when females like this spoke to him, it was always over cyberspace, and they always turned out to be 30-year-old men in real life. It seemed he had a thing for attracting 30-year-old-men and monsters that could play jump rope with his intestines.<br/><br/>"So we just get to know each other, right?" She already seemed annoyed with the fact that she had to exist in the same realm as him. Or maybe it was the classroom that annoyed her. Sparx could sympathize. All of the monsters here were once incredibly powerful beings of epic destruction. Now, their powers had all been stripped away for the most part. Sparx had similar experience when he would Beta-tested MMOs. During the Beta, he would easily climb to at least level 40 and acquired the Shimmering Blade of OP Rekkage and the Legendary Armor of Kelthezard, just to have it all stripped away at release. If this was her first time experiencing this, he could understand why she wanted to log out and throw her laptop at the programmer's head. Unfortunately, you couldn't just throw life at somebody's head. Then again, this woman sure looked like she could try.<br/><br/>"How about we start with names. I'm Sparx."  This was the easy part; introductions. Whenever in new situations, Sparx always did pretty well initially. If a person didn't know how much of a social fail he was, they would approach him and say hi. It was usually after a few minutes of awkward conversation that his uninteresting personality would show. After that, it would only be a downward spiral until talk of his nerdy habits soon evolved into bullying. In this case; having his femur used as a fetching bone.