[h1][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Drake Morrison[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Drake sighed as he recounted his time here at the school. While this was the first timestudents had been here, Drake had more time at this place than any of the students. [color=6ecff6]"I've been here for three years now. When I had first turned, I was brought here early, as the people who found me knew that this place was going to be a school."[/color] Before they could talk any more the alarm went off fro them to move to the lock down rooms for the night. [color=6ecff6]"I guess thats us,"[/color] he stood up, taking his trey to a trashcan, [color=6ecff6]"See ya later." [/color]

	Drake made his way to his chamber and when the door closed he took a deep breath. When Drake was in here, instead of like the other werewolves who would just let themselves go, Drake usually tried to fight his transformation here as well. Over the three years, all he could seem to notice was it take slightly longer to transform. Maybe one day, he hopes that he will be able to restrain himself from ever changing against his will again, though it seemed like a nearly impossible task to him now, he knew that if he never tried he would never succeed. It was about an hour or so into the confinement when people began to change, and he could feel the urge to as well, but he was able to hold out a few more minutes before it hit him like a ton of bricks. The pain was just like that of when he changed earlier, except this time more aggressive. He rolled in pain as he struggled to fight it, knowing it was a losing battle but refusing to back down with out a fight. Fangs and claws were growing out as he pounded on the walls of his cell. He was so wrapped up in fight his transformation that he didn't notice the doors unlock and open as his mind slipped away into chaos. Werewolves started pouring out of their cages, fighting obviously ensued right at the start. a couple wandered into Drakes cell, but after a couple seconds came flying back out, slamming into the wall and running off to find weaker prey. Drake then emerged from his cell, hair raised and ready to fight, [i]looking[/i] for a fight.

	Drake let own his low iconic howl, one that belonged to a massive werewolf that was unlike many of the  other transformed students in the lockdown chambers, catching the attention of every werewolf that was locked in  this wing. The many that ran up to challenge him were effortlessly knocked around by his sheer power, their only saving grace from his rage being that there were others rushing in to take their place. It was a fight to see who was on top for this wing, and Drake was making sure he would be on top.