‘Damn’ a sudden burning rage swelled within Drakus. ‘How humiliating’ how had he let himself be so blindly distracted to make that mistake! He could only imagine the thoughts of degrading laughter running through the smug little minds of these females before him. ‘Just kill them both now.’ A voice echoed in his head. [color=gray]”Shut it.”[/color] he snarled out aloud. Lucky for him, he didn’t have to answer any more on his motive as the students became distracted by the growing winds and howling sounds. As people all around him prematurely drew their weapons or prepped their powers, puffing out their chests and taking macho heroic poses, Drakus simply frowned and rolled his eyes. Numbers took away the burden of responsibility making room for the cocky displays of confidence. Drakus simply used this opportunity to study his peers, or as he considered them, potential competition. As expected it soon quickly passed, there was somewhat of a greeting, as brief and uninformative as it was. Then the crowds began dispersing onto the island. Drakus stood proud and tall as always, that condescending glare glowing in his yellow eyes. [i]He was not like these people[/i], he thought to himself as he followed behind them entering into their new home. As he studied the backs of their heads he was sure they would share little in common. As the students filled the main room and a few filtered to the kitchen. Drakus had a quick look around and maintained his stride. He was disappointed to note the two females he engaged from earlier were also freshmen and here. As he walked through the small crowd introductions had began. People were talking of home towns and parents. Reapers and legacies. He overheard the number twelve, that meant there were eleven others for him to overcome and defeat. Well none or ten, after hearing of two with seemingly no powers. Pushing in and possibly interrupting another, Drakus began his introduction. [color=gray] “I am,” [/color]he started off upbeat and normal just like everyone one else. A fake smile painted on his lips, head and shoulders held high with insincere enthusiasm. Then his voice and interest snapped off coldly as he reverted to his earlier and usual demeanour. [color=gray]”Not interested in getting to know any of you.”[/color] He looked to Enzo [@Calatrava] [color=gray] “If even a quarter of the people here are nearly as pathetic as they appear or sound then there will definitely not be twelve graduating, we will be lucky if they can just stay alive.” [/color] He then turned to Ryanne [@Arreyis] [color=gray]”And if that mutt bites me I won’t hesitate to put it down.”[/color] he warns. Having said his piece and made himself known, Drakus was now intent to find his rooms and belongings.