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[h3][center][color=fff79a]Campus Cafeteria, On Stage.[/color][/center][/h3]
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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jBiQCZd8UII]"They say we are what we are..!"[/url] A paw like appendage with each claw masterfully painted into a glistening color reminiscent of a rainbow stomped down on the cafeteria stage, following up a leg dressed in black. More than a single belt rested upon this creature's waist, each belt beyond the first offering little more than fashion and style, hanging down the left side of his hips. A pair of exposed, furred arms with bright purple patches along the forearms held onto a microphone inches away from a fanged grin. Of course, one should not discount the wings stretching out behind this creature's back, a soft swirl of red energy surrounding them as he ascended from the floor. [color=fff79a]But we don’t have to be...![/color] The melodic voice continued, a pair of large red eyes staring down at the scarce crowd with a bright smile making its way across the creature's lips. A set of thick, color hair swayed atop his head and covered one of his eyes, a mixture of blonde and violet running down its length. This was the Warlock, Raven Magnus. He hadn't been on campus long. In fact, he just arrived a day ago, a day early one should note. Since then, he has made sure to make himself as known as possible, as is the nature of a Warlock. 

[color=fff79a]"I’m glad to hate you, but I do it in the best way!"[/color] Raven's voice echoed throughout the cafeteria, his sylph like body leaving the stage with a flap of his wings. Each colorful claw clicked against the microphone's shaft as he gracefully landed one a table, those enchantingly large eyes peering down at a patron enjoying her meal. Whether his company was desired or not was, of course, not relevant. [color=fff79a]"I’ll be the watcher of the eternal flame!"[/color] Magnus sang, lowering himself to a knee before passionately running on of his claws down the patron's cheeks. [color=fff79a]"I’ll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams!"[/color] 

"Dude, could you-...!" The patron in question was not alone, but rather sat with who could only be presumed to be her mate. A man who did not appreciate Raven's close approach. 

[color=fff79a]"I am the sand in the bottom half of the hourglass!"[/color] The Warlock responded with a bright chuckle as his attention shifted towards the male, his presence leaving them both dumbfounded moments after a flap of his wings sent him up into the air. 

[i]"Raven, it is time. We should head to the dorms."[/i] A soft voice made its way through the Warlock's thoughts, forcing his attention to a small fennec fox lazily resting on the bar top. 

[color=fff79a][i]"Dude, I'm not there yet, which means that there's no reason to be there!"[/i][/color] The warlock giggled, his voice returned in the same manner of telepathy which had reached him. 

[i]"That makes no sense, Raven..."[/i] Midnight sighed, his large ears flickering slightly where he lay.

[color=fff79a]"I’ll try to picture me without you, but I can’t!"[/color] Raven continued on the song, his paws eagerly landing on the stage once more as he was starting to reach the end of his singing. Raven in a nutshell, attention meant everything to him. He wasn't alone, though. It ran in the blood of those calling themselves Warlocks. Creatures emanating enough magic to make even a mundane feel the surroundings shift in their presence, Raven simply lived up to what was expected of him. Both a part of their culture, and their biology, Warlocks tended towards creative outlets as a matter of critical import. It was safe to say that without a creative outlet to bless their daily lives, a Warlock would be driven positively insane. [color=fff79a]"'Cause we could be immortals, immortals!"[/color]

[i]"Alright, Raven. Get to the end, we have places to be."[/i] The fennec finished, ascending to his paws as a soft shake of his body shook the drowsiness from his mind.

[color=fff79a][i]"Fiiiiiine!"[/i][/color] Magnus shot back, jolting into the air before flying towards Midnight and picked him up, like the Warlock had done so many times before. [color=fff79a]"Alright, everyone! Love you, all! Stay fabulous!"[/color] Raven finally came to a conclusion and turned the microphone off before dropping it on stage. There was after all, as Midnight had stated, places they needed to be. The fennec would however be glad to know that Raven didn't waste any more time before a quick stride brought them through the air and towards the room he had spent last night in. Of course, a Warlock [i]always[/i] thinks ahead, and thus, he left the window open.

Every artist needs a memorable entrance. 

Flying through the window, Raven tossed his beloved familiar onto the sofa, as he twirled through the air and landed on the floor. [color=fff79a]"Party's here!"[/color] The young creature exclaimed, seeing his two roommates communing with each other. This was going to be a wild year, that was for sure.