Brendon cried out in pain, he kicked Jet, because Brendon had no
weapon at the time, he transformed, he growled at Jet, and tackled
Jet to the ground and slashed at him.
Ren headed to the arena for practicing, 'oh no! I skipped a class!'
Miki thought as she went towards her dorm, after she had finished
changing 'others will have a bad impression now....or not, i don't
have much of a presence between others' she sighed
Scarlet sighs and looks over at Amy as she walked over "Sorry for
my friend jet. He is a good guy and all just not the best if you
don't know him well or even know it vary well in that fact.".
(Might as well join. Been a while since I've done an RP with
people. BTW Draco, Astreya's character type is my weakness so of
course I'd want to join.)
Name: Drex Candor Age: 16 Gender (If any.): Male Species: Demon Height (Optional): 5"8 History (Optional): Drex for the most part doesn't speak of
his history much, but from what is public knowledge he lost his
sister only a year before attending the academy. Personality (Optional): Meek, at least until someone he
considers a friend is in danger. Then he becomes aggressive. Magic: Gravity Manipulation Weapon (Optional): Crush (Optional): Astreya Other (If any): N/A
Brendon finished getting dressed, he brought spare clothes with
him, in case he were to turn again. He walked back to the arena.
"Did anyone laugh at me?" He asked.
Amy got up and walked over to Brendon, putting her hand on his
shoulder. "Just ignore him. I'd never laugh at you." She said
smiling, giving him a hug, nor caring if anyone laughed at her.
Amour rolled her eyes at her hair. Though it hadn't poofed up much,
thanks to the hat. She held her hand up and surrounded her self
with ice, refusing to speak with anyone and continued on her way.
Brendon sighed, he looked at Jet, "Now, Jet, I don't take to kindly
to being laughed at, it enrages me quickly, and then I turn, and
then I end up humiliating myself. I can smell fear, too. And soon,
if uou laugh once more, you'll smell as delicious as a cake, and I
can't help myself but dig in. So, I suggest you zip your lame
excuse for a beak, Jet." Then he turned to Amy, "T-Thanks. I'm glad
about that." He said.