David sighed, sitting in a tree. Looking at the students filing in. The academy wanted him here, and he knew exactly why. His arms were folded across his chest, black hair in his eyes the dragon tattoo that started from his neck and disappeared under his shirt. It was just a black dragon, though not many people would recognize it as Zauhir. Rolling his shoulders, one leg was out streets on the branch and the other was just dangling off of it.