Once the teacher stopped speaking Drake felt a killing intent from nearby. It was far and few between that he'd ever felt one this strong, and judging by the scent of scales and smoke teasing his nostrils, it was another dragon. Drake did his best to ignore it, focusing instead on his other classmates. There were so many cute girls! Some had kemonomimi, while others seemed more human; luckily(?) the girls he had spilled his treasure trove in front of were a few years ahead of him.

[i]Five years?[/i] he pondered. [i]In the lifetime of most yokai, that's nothing![/i] Drake knew that the three Great Dragons he was descended from were still alive somewhere in the world's oceans. They each preferred different parts of the world: Leviathan the deepest parts of Earth, Wani the tropical waters of the equator, and Ryujin... well, he went anywhere and everywhere he pleased, if his mother was to be believed.

Drake took in more scents. There was a sea-folk here, some form of mermaid or merman. With all of the other scents clambering for attention in his brain, it was difficult to find them.

[@dragonmancer][@TheHangedMan]