[h1][center]Adrian[/center][/h1]

High above the schoolground flew one of the strangest things to grace the academy, though not THE strangest it was certain to be peculiar on its own. It's red and gold cloak robe billowed in the wind as it soared in an endless circle above the dormitory, the same as it had done thousands of times for hours on end, just circling the grounds lost in the oddity that was Adrians mind and existence. Confined was not a word that could be used to describe the situation as he was given free reign to fly and wander but neither was he allowed to simply fly away into the world. On one such occasion he had done so following a flock of birds and was subsequently shot down. Ironically, by another student who had wandered off and was even then being caught red handed for leaving. 
Adrians nature got him off without punishment and had agreed that the other student was only 'trying to help' by retrieving the elusive Moth man from his inquisitive desires to follow and observe. Interestingly the two had never bonded after and remain as simple classmates. Not that Adrian had a true need for companionship. As a familiar it was his duty to serve a master but none could possess the skills and personality to captivate him, so there he remained unbound by gravity, the school, and the demands of a master. A quick flap of his hairy wings brought the flight to an end as he dived for the dormitory and landed without so much as a whisper, draping the wings over his body and wrapping the golden stitched cloak about him like a hooded robe. Glowing crimson eyes shone from the darkness.
Scuttling on all fours the Mothman found his way down the wall and in through an open window, peering intently to be sure he was alone. Satisfied that none were about the Mothman darted through the window and to a nearby wardrobe.
Inside were prizes he alone understood the value of. A green sweater, hand stitched with care and embroidered, hung from the wrack beautifully. Adrian reached out with tender hands slowly inching to his meal in anticipation till the door slammed open. 
[b]"GET AWAY FROM THAT, FREAKSHOW"[/b] The sound barely registered, so caught in his hunger that even the intrusion of others would not deter him. A large shoe to the face promptly dropped him back to reality, and the floor, in an undignified heap. [b]"GO! SHOO!"[/b] The woman screeched and Adrian was off, leaping through the window with a hiss to climb back to the ceiling.[color=fdc68a] "Another good meal wasted on 'fashion'"[/color] He scoffed, laying flat on the tiles with a sigh. Of course the thought to take it had come to mind (He wanted it more than her, so it should be his, right?) but as always the fear of hurting others stopped him. To gaze into his eyes was to know a fear so deep it stopped the body dead in its tracks. Rarely, if ever, did someone resist the intensity of his gaze when he willed it. But such power had a price..