[center][h3][color=f26522]Alexander Breckenridge[/color][/h3] Interacting with: [@FlitterFaux], [@ghastlyInc][/center][hr]

	Alexander's wandering eyes fell on a small girl, clad in a military esque outfit as the gentleman to his right seemed to contemplate a response to his own brooding outburst. He had been pulled out of his own mind at the sound of her slamming a tray onto a table nearby, and quickly storming over to the table he was currently occupied at. He doubted this would go well.

	Unsurprisingly, he was right. The young chimera next to him had just began to respond to his semi-philosophical musings as he was pulled from his seat, slapped, and then verbally berated. The worst part however, was the poor boy's response. Submission. Alexander almost immediately recognized the behavior, and sympathy welled in his gut. He had seen many a chimera subject themselves to such thinking, that they were inferior to the pure-blooded humans. It was a sentiment Alexander despised within his very core, the idea that someone could be ranked as superior or inferior was absurd to him, value lay in one's actions, and the content of one's heart. Nothing else.

	He rose from his own chair, a movement that seemed neither rushed nor done lazily. His reddened, tired eyes fell directly on the eyes of the military-clad girl that had approached them and grabbed his companion from his seat. For a moment, his eyes seemed warm, albeit tired. That moment ended quickly however, and a cold steely stare replaced it. His eyes were intense, to say the least; they seemed misplaced on him. Eyes that cold, eyes that intimidating, neither of these were aspects of the personality he had moments ago displayed. In mere seconds he had shifted from a gentle, kind boy to an imposing and seasoned man.

	For a few seconds, he simply stood staring directly into her eyes. Were she of a weak stock, she would likely flinch away from a gaze so intense, but he doubted her to be of weak constitution. Cowards rarely acted upon their convictions, and she seemed to be firm in hers. Then, he spoke, his voice cold and calm.

	[color=f26522]"Let him go. Now."[/color]

	With that, his arm suddenly twitched and the red bags under his eyes nearly glowed. He used the bit of power he had gratuitous command over to cause the tension in her arm to release, causing her arm to become limp and numb. Using the precious moments he had allotted, he very quickly stepped forward and pulled the young chimera back by his shirt. Alex then stepped forward further and let go of the young man's shirt in a single movement, placing himself between the chimera and his attacker. He stood close to her, so close that he was forced to look down to meet her eyes. As he did, his gaze softened once again, and the warmth of his disposition returned.

	[color=f26522]"I apologize, for that."[/color] He said softly, regret clear in his eyes. [color=f26522]"But if you wish to harm someone for the misplaced views he espouses, I ask that you do so with me."[/color] He concluded, maintaining a gentle eye-contact. It was clear that what he spoke wasn't a bluff, and from his stance it was almost entirely evident that he would allow any sort or assault without repercussion. 

	He had seen the sense of submission the chimera boy had displayed before, perhaps this action could show him that he deserved to be treated as more than an animal.