[h1][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Drake Morrison[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Drake's mind was in a haze. All he could think about was going after the two punks he got in a fight with. One of them was unconscious, the blonde one, left behind by his friend when he realized that he wasn't moving fast enough trying to carry him. He didn't quite recognize at first who had appeared and grabbed the boy by the throat, it just didn't seem to register at first. But then she spoke, and it seemed to pierce into his consciousness, a voice he has heard over the past few years when coaching him through his transformation. It was Hava, who was probably the only one he could recognize in this form due to working with her for so long. The rage seemed to fade away as he saw the guy he was chasing in her clutches. It was the second time Drake heard Hava that he noticed she was yelling something to him, He still wasn't sure what it was so he tried to concentrate and fight his instincts. His snarl died down into what could be rarely seen as calmness in the transformed state as his tried to regain control. He then heard her again as she asked him to explain what was going on. Slowly, he started changing back, and when he returned to normal he was on the ground on his hands and knees, breathing heavily from the exertion of the whole thing. He looked at his hand to make sure everything was back to normal, but then balled it up and lightly punched at the floor.

	[color=6ecff6]"Dammit,"[/color] he cursed under his breath as he knew he had lost control. [color=6495ED]'I'm sitting here trying to fight for someone and I could have hurt somebody else,'[/color] he thought. He rolled over to a sitting position against the wall with one leg propped up and the other extended, holding his gut where he was impaled earlier. It was healing, but fairly slowly. He realized Hava was waiting for an answer. Unlike the other guy who seemed to be scared out of his wit, Drake was more amused than anything that she had gotten here so fast, enough to where he let out a chuckle which hurt both his gut and shoulder a bit. That little vampire really booked it. Drake wasn't sure how to word his answer. He didn't want to drag the vampire girl into any unwanted attention, and he didn't want any more attention for anything than what he already got. He didn't like lying to anybody, especially someone he respected, but he figured that the girl would tell the headmasters if she wanted to. He looked up to Hava to answer. [color=6ecff6]"We were practicing in the training room and things just got out of hand. They started talking some nonsense, I didn't like what they had to say, and it turned into a fight."[/color] He sighed as he added a bit ashamedly, [color=6ecff6]"I lost control soon after."[/color]