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[b][center] — The Imperial Great Hall, The Conclave — [/center][/b]

[color=0072bc] "Tell him that a lone wolf has fewer teeth than the pack." [/color]

An Icy chill danced down his spine, images of fangs and claws tearing into his mind before Prometheus stepped forward sharply, lightning dancing behind his eyes as his normally cold emotions spiked heatedly, only to stop at the gentle hand on his chest Kara had placed to calm him. He hissed softly though his teeth before leveling his glare at the retreating prince's back. 

[color=silver] "A lone wolf's fangs are still enough to strike down the jackal foolish enough to provoke it..." [/color]

Without regard as to whether or not the other prince heard him, Prometheus returned to his previous position on the wall, his head hitting with a dull thud before he looked at Kara, his cold eyes softening a little at her worried expression.

[color=silver] "I'm fine. Don't worry." [/color]

[color=mediumslateblue] "Are you sure? It seemed like you were thinking about [i]it[/i] again..." [/color]

[color=silver] "Like I said, I'm fine. Back then I was weak, now I am not. Getting emotional would only distract me from my surroundings and expose me to danger." [/color]

A shade of sadness crossed the girl's face, her lips dropping as she looked down, at the scarring around his jaw. Her words were quiet, and meant only for him.

[color=mediumslateblue] "Please stop saying that. Emotions aren't weaknesses..." [/color]

Prometheus said nothing at this and his lips perked up on one side in a sad smile. Anyone watching wouldn't have found it too hard to realise this isn't the first time they've had this conversation, right before they entirely forget in favour of the instinctual feeling of self-preservation stemming from the ice-cold glare Prometheus seemed to focus in all directions simultaneously. Satisified that any overly-curious nobles were sufficiently anxious, he spoke, clearly and without excess emotion.

[color=silver] "Kara, go and ensure that my room is prepared, in the event that we are excused from classes today. I'll be along when I have the chance. And don't worry about my safety, I can handle any prissied up nobles that might challenge me to any pointless duels." [/color]

[color=mediumslateblue] "As you wish, Prince Prometheus." [/color]

His hand dropped to rest gently against his sword, a brief spark of lightning dancing across his leather glove to reinforce his point, and Kara bowed slightly before turning to leave with a quick reply. Watching her depart for a brief moment, he turned with the intention of crossing to another part of the hall, only to nearly knock down another student in his movement. Had he not looked down by reflex, he would have entirely missed the much shorter girl, standing at only 5 foot by his estimation. The pale skin, raven black hair and burgundy eyes stood out in the sea of monotony, but he couldn't place a name to her admitted rather attractive but mildly irritated face. Unsure if to start a conversation with girl, he offered a simple two words.

[color=silver] "My Apologies." [/color]

[@Hayazo][@Gowi]