[color=0072bc][h1]Joryldin Nailo[/h1][/color]

What the mage said stung like fire, but he was right. Joryldin had no clue how to fit in, and if he didn't, all he would do is make things harder for himself.

[color=0072bc]"I see your point... Thanks for the advice."[/color] The fledgling closed up his bag and hid the evidence. Of course, like the mage said, everybody probably saw him anyway.

[color=8585ad]"You're a student here, yeah? Shouldn't you be hunting your little pet right now?"[/color]

Joryldin froze. Ever so slowly, the glow of his eyes shifted from grey to a dim red. Here he was, trying to hold on to his humanity and getting belittled for it. That, he could take. The mage's blatant disregard for his own kind, that crossed a line.

[color=0072bc]"You want to say that again? Because I heard you say that I should be treating the person who's being forced to spend their life keeping me breathing like nothing more... than a pet. You can't be serious, right!? You actually want me to walk all over someone who's giving me everything they have!?"[/color]

He was furious, to the point where he had half a mind to break this guy's nose. Joryldin slung the bag over his shoulder, his nails dug into the nylon as he grit his teeth and turned away.

[color=0072bc]"You've got something seriously wrong with your head if you think you're gonna give me lessons on how to be a monster when you don't even know how to use your own beating heart."[/color]

Without another word, the fledgling stormed off. The party didn't matter, the blood didn't matter. All he cared about was finding his partner and making sure they were ok.