[color=00a99d][b][h3]Nidgardt[/h3][/b][/color]

The demondragon said nothing as Alicia decided to walk out on his offer to discuss tournament matters, she seemed to have no interest in it after all. Appearantly his accidental slip had likely given her an ample reason to refuse his offer. Perhaps she never were interested to begin with. He shook his head briefly, as he made it to his dorm room. He met no one on the way there, most were likely having something to eat or enjoying the outdoors.

The dark haired young man reached into his pockets, taking out the dorm room key. Wasting no time he put it into the keyhole and twisted it around, unlocking the door before stepping inside, he reached for the lever on the wall, causing many torches with red flames to light up the room.

His somewhat normal looking arm reached for the door and locked it after having taken out the key. The first thing people met by entering into his dorm room was a door to left leading into the bathroom, as unfitting it was calling it such. As the main room was covered up by a large red pair of covers which he slid apart and closed behind him. Entering his window-lacking room, it's decoration was mainly a couple of water proof paintings and tapestries, in the middle of the room was a bathrub, or rather a squared pool. As if made for four people. There was also a bookcase, a bed and a couch in the room.

This was specifically put in here as the regular one-person bathrooms were too small to hold such a thing. Then ofcourse there was the communal baths. Though he tended to avoid those, mainly as he recall some of the boys in the school have holy properties and would purify the water in an instant. Such would be a bad experience for someone like him.

Though his dorm room was fine, it was wide and tall to the ceiling, allowing him to spread out his massive wings. Though one thing at a time. First he went over to a desk by the end of the wall, opening a box and taking out his spare visor, quickly attaching it on his head. He breathed out in relief, now more relaxed.[b][color=00a99d] "This day, I am sure something good will come at the end of it to balance out this overall bad luck." [/color][/b] The demondragon reached up and unbuttoned his shirt using his non-deformed hand, tossing it to the side before slipping out of his boots, kicking them to the side casually. [b][color=00a99d]"A bath would be good right about now..."[/color][/b] He said aloud despite none being in the room.

He began to unhinge his belt, followed by unbuttoning his black pants and taking them off. Leaving him only with a pair of socks and dark underwear. Well, and his visor ofcourse. Which he wouldn't take off. Only when sleeping, but that was because it was a bother to sleep with it on. Sufficient enough that he had an oversized arm and wings that prevented him from ever lying on his back.

The demondragon sighed softly. [b][color=00a99d]"Maybe I should go speak with Rat King later... That might make this day a little bit better."[/color][/b] He said in a humming manner, as he quickly tore off his socks, throwing them in the laundry bin in the room. Then lastly took the last piece of garment off, now wandering across the room in the nude. He walked over to pour up water into the tub, turning the valve before going swiftly to the bathroom door, opening it and going in to grab a piece of exotic demon friendly soap, imported and bearing the name 'Ravenovich Special' and a long brush so he could properly reach where he needed. Like his large deformed arm and his wings.


[b][color=00a99d]"Hmm..."[/color][/b] He said after having watched the tub being filled with water. He leaned down to turn the valve again to stop the water flow, he remember he'd forgotten something. And thus went into the bathroom area again, taking hold of the yellow rubber duck which had become a traditional bathing partner for him.

Nidgardt casually threw it into the tub before taking a few careful steps to walk into the tub. [b][color=00a99d]"What a day..."[/color][/b] He seated himself in the middle of the tub.

[b][color=00a99d]"Good grief..."[/color][/b] The dark haired and paleskinned young man reached for the soap before placing it into his oversized clawed hand, then he tried to rub his both hands together, it only lasted for awhile before the soap flew out of his grasp and took a dive into the water. The demondragon just gave the water a bored stare, then to the yellow rubber duck, which had the same expression as it always had.

[i][color=00a99d]This is all a test. A test by the higher powers. Do not give into the state of reckless rage and anger. A good mind is a collected mind, think of the wellbeing of all the people around yourself. [/color][/i] He blew some air through his nose, then reached for the long brush he had taken with him, applying some soap unto it aswell as water, then he began to clean himself. Brushing off his large wings one after the other.

[i][color=00a99d]Ahh, at least the water helps in making this day abit better.[/color][/i] He thought to himself, then began to spread out both his wings out to their maximum, spreading across the room, water sliding all the way down to his body, which had been decorated by scars. Both from before his time joining the school and during his three years there. He treasured them, as they were all telling a story. Which lesson had to be learnt to avoid being scarred in the same manner again.

Nidgardt smiled softly, looking them over and remembering how they ended up on his body. How he had improved during his years at the school, and that there was surely much more he could accomplish. Amongst warriors a sign of scarring was a thing to be respected. At least among the majority, then there were those who'd were so good that they've never had been scarred ever or those mending themselves of them to look better. The young demondragon didn't think much about looks, other than when it came to his own eyes. In them he could see the nature of himself, his mixed nature and how it was screaming out at him to give into feelings of dominance, arrogance and lust.

His father while wanting him to be powerful had made certain that Nidgardt also learnt restraint in order to not become a mindless beast. As he wanted him alive. It was natural for a parent to not wanting their child to die. In his own father's case, he was certain his own father had some great design made out for him. His father was not the loving kind, unless it involved gold and riches. He even hoarded powerful objects which he never used, for the sake of just having them. Never actually making use of them.

Nidgardt didn't know if this was part of his father's greed or if he was being foolish. Though you wouldn't get away with calling a dragon a fool, especially not one like his father. It would be met by quite the backlash. The young demondragon set his sight on the yellow rubber duck, reaching out with his non-deformed hand, grabbing hold of it. He gave a slight smirk before he pressed it, causing it to let out a beep.