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OOC: Andrew is a returning student,err...sort of. ^^; I forgot to add that to the profile on the Archives. *scribbles that down* But don't worry..the Archivist is always updating! ^_~
By the way, those profiles not listed on the site yet will be shortly. They're currently being editted (for spelling and grammar, etc.) and formatted.
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Dream of Glory, dream of Life; then fight for them both! I say, Andrew, if you believe in nothing else believe in <u>that</u>!
-The Knight of Dram
The quiet swish of fabric was hidden beneath the other noises of the people crowding the hallway. All over the school people were moving into their dormitories, the person walking down the hallway being no exception. Unlike the others, however, the young man wasn't burdened by heavy loads, instead carrying a large, seemingly empty cage and a small bundle. He focused straight forward, taking time now and then only to nod recognition to the few people he knew before searching intently for his room. Some people looked at him uneasily and some outright stared, especially when they noticed the cage. "What possible reason could there be for that big cage?" they were most likely wondering. A piercing, blood-curling screech resounded from the "empty" carrying case and a glimpse of bright eyes peered out from the darkness. Who was this strange man? Well, "Andrew" had to admit his situation was unusual, but he wouldn't have thought it strange. The dark, shifting aura, which was visible to anyone who might have been looking for it, blurred his image as a defensive mechanism. With so many new students it was important for him to be on his guard.
~~A short while later~~
The cage landed on the bed with a soft thump as he ran a hand through a tangle of hair. With a subtle gesture he summoned the rest of his belongings into place. He glanced at them with a despairing look of helplessness. <i>What are you doing?</i> he thought, <i>you should be teaching this class, not merely an upperclassmen.</i>
<b>The firebird knows your anger
And the firebird knows your fear…</b>
He fell to the ground, clutching at his head, face a mask of despair so thick it hung in the air like mist. <i>NO!</i> he screamed, <i>GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!</i> Silence followed. Silence in which he could hear the erratic, hurried sounds of his own breath. Slowly he released his grim hold on his hair and collapsed backwards, staring at the ceiling. The look on his face would have told an observer that he'd been through this before, several times. It was for this reason he kept his mindshields at full-strength all the time. He didn't want anyone to be listening in. He thanked whatever god had chosen to look over him that nothing like this had happened in public. He dug his fingers into the carpet beneath him as he decided whether he was ready to stand up or not. Sighing he rose into a sitting position and turned his head to look at the bundle sitting next to the cage on the bed. He supposed he should let Darkwind out of his cage. It had been a long journey, even carried by a Companion. That was the strange thing, the fact that he had been sent here instead of the Collegium. He shook his head, causing whatever strands of hair that had remained in place to tumble in front of his eyes. With hardly a thought he smoothed it back into as he leant forward to undo the clasp of the cage's door. As soon as its freedom was assured the occupants of the said enclosure departed with a flurry of wings which caused nary a sound. Accustomed as he was to it he couldn't help the small, startled gasp which escaped him. The feathery creature settled itself on the large perch which had been prepared for its arrival. This appeared to be the "Darkwind" which he had mentioned before. It seemed to be some sort of extremely large hunting bird. It fixed a large, intelligent eye on his which seemed all |
