A shadow seeped out of the ground in front of the entrance to the school and began to take the shape of a person. Moments later the shadow solidified and become a lanky, pale young man covered in tattoos and a black backpack slung over his shoulder. The teen rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. [color=ed1c24]"By the Styx I hate Shadow travel... why mother insists on sending me that way."[/color] He groaned to himself as he cracked his neck again. The teen then made his way into the building, hands in his pockets and clear annoyance in his eyes. The teen made his way to a locker that he proceeded to open, though it took about five times to get the combination right. After grabbing the few books that were in there and turned on his heels and started to head off to his class. As he walked and bumped into a crimson headed girl who must of been on her own way to class. [color=ed1c24]"Watch where you are going girl."[/color] The teen said coldly, though no one should expect much warmth from Dominic the son of Nyx and Tartarus.