Vikar

Warg | Grade 10 | 16 | Mentions: Open

The Sun rises over the horizon, forcing its way into the dorm room. However, one of them is already awake. A young teen was on his phone-playing an FPS game. Headphones in his ears to not disturb his roommate, Bernard. He sits up in bed, his eyes still set on the phone. Guess he has to get ready for school. Great.

Vikar sighs to himself, and his eyes turn to the window where the Sun is stalking him. The Sun was waiting for him to step outside, eager to give Vikar bad sunburns. Begrudgingly, Vikar makes his way to his closet. He opens it up to reveal his beautiful collection of red sweaters, hoodies, and jackets. He only has four shirts, all of them white. Vikar doesn't know if they're clean, dirty, or what. His eyes turn to the clothing he's currently wearing: sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Throw a hoodie over that, and it'll be perfect.

For once, Vikar sets his phone down on his bed. Slipping on his hoodie and made sure his headphones were still in his ears. Luckily, a Fashion Club hasn't gotten established. If one of their members insults his clothing choice, he'll happily knock their teeth out.

He gives a glance to Bernard, a slight growl in his throat. Humans. Why did they put him with a human? He's starting to hate this school more and more. Vikar grabs his phone, slipping on his socks and sneakers before leaving the room. He didn't care how loud he closed the door. His main priority is beating this level without trying to beat someone up.

Vikar sticks to the side of the halls, his head down as he's focused on his phone. The students around him stayed clear from him-he prefers it that way. That was until someone bumped into him, and a loud growl rumbles deep in his throat. He was close to dropping his phone due to some person's carelessness. "Watch yourself, bird brain!" He hissed, glaring at the person that bumped into him.

"S-sorry." The other replied meekly, but Vikar's anger never subsided. "Whatever, but if I see your face again, you'll be sorry." He spat before storming off to head outside. His words were both a threat and a promise. He will beat that kid up if he spots him again, and no, he won't feel bad afterward.

He was aggressive towards everyone, even towards his fellow canine supernatural. It's something that cannot be helped-Wargs are naturally unsociable creatures and highly aggressive towards everyone unless they're related.

The rest of the already terrible morning was uneventful, just his average day of enjoying isolation. His mind is busy with his game and if he should attend First Period. Would he go to class? It depends if he's motivated enough to attend.

The answer is:

He's skipping it.

The only time he'll ever attend a class is for sleep or to grab the homework for the day. Hey, the classroom desks are better than a cave. Vikar looks up, closing out of his game to listen to music. He shoves his phone into the pocket of his hoodie, then his hands. He'll be damned if he accidentally touches someone, let alone someone grabbing his hands. Not just the disgust of physical touch but also holding back the urge to strangle someone.

His hands are rated E for everyone. If someone looks at him wrong, he'll happily respond to a kick in the gut.

Not to mention, he has to retrieve his bag that he stashed away somewhere in the woods. He needs to do something with his fingers that itch for violence-something that puts his hands to use and not bring chaos.

Although, chaos is a tad bit fun to cause.

Leaving the school grounds, Vikar heads deep into the woods. If someone snitches on him for doing it, they'll need to say a quick goodbye for their tongue before it's gone. Too many good-two-shoes showed up here, and now his fun is dwindling. He has to put some of them in line so they can quit ratting out the others. They're lucky they met him first and not someone else. Despite his temperament, Vikar would only throw hands if they're too cocky and stuck-up, touchy with him, or hates them in general.

Scare the snitches first before putting them in ditches. He doesn't want that much blood on his hands at the moment. He'll wait until he either drops out of school or magically graduates.

He kept on walking until he found his marker. It was a tree stump with a hole under it-the hole made by him. Vikar kneels in front of it and reaches his hand inside. Grabbing onto his bag by the arm straps and pulls it out.

He plops down on the tree stump to check his bag for his knitting materials. Pulling them out and instantly starts working. His hands moved quick-forming a small cat plushie to add to his mass collection of stuffed animals.

Thaddeus Kircen Falker// Male//Lich Supernatural//G10//Sixteen//Mentions:open

Thaddeus shuffled around amidst his comforter, groaning at the tenderness of his back. At the night-riding hours of yesterday, when the entities of people were calmed amongst their quarters, Kir, bright-eyed and persistent, had fallen, no, was slammed on his back. And it protruded such an earth quaking tremble in the floorboards, one would be surprised how he was able to stand without splitting from everything above his torso. The perpetrator? A back flip. Or what was supposed to be one. . .now Kir certainly has an admirable type of pain tolerance but that? Well it felt like the despicable, most thorniest spawns of satan were repeatedly tearing at his wake like they were searching for gold.

His chambers were pitch-black. Whether you opened or closed your eyes would make no difference. And should a person receive a glimpse of light upon entering his domain, something is terribly, terribly wrong.

For a moment, Kircen stilled in his bed, blankly dispatching his two-toned gaze from the dwells of sleep until it landed on the other mattress. Of course, it was uninhabited, preferably so- but as the wake of morn approached, it would later be claimed. Pessimistically, he doubted it’d be anyone of his kind. Toiling amid his sheets and radiating a presence so dark and vile that one would think he was woken by night-terrors every day,- was Thaddeus as soon as he found out that a pack of humans would be encroaching. .ahem, enrolling in Dunhurst Prep

He clenched his jaw, turning himself towards the wall where he proceeded to stifle his urges of rage. Trembling atop his mattress and thrusting his limbs on and off of the bed, Kir couldn’t obtain a wink of sleep thus far. Nonetheless whenever the gentle raps at his door crooned in his ear, a string of drowsy incoherencies would mumble from his lips, following the tightening of his many, many blankets around his body.

Thaddeus certainly wasn’t exhausted. . .lazy? Yes. Well, when it came to leaving his sanctuary anyway. He moaned, slapping his forearm over his eyes and allowing the comforter to sheath his bare back, albeit listlessly.

In a second, Kir shot up from his bed, gritting his teeth as an intake more or less the hiss of a snake jolted from between his fangs. With his face contracting a most terribly painful wince, he leapt hesitantly from his bed sheets with a mildly arched back. “Shit,shit,shit, screw this.”

He ripped his tank top off from around his shoulders, hopping up and down like the floor was soaked in fire. Making his way quickly towards the bathroom, Thaddeus thrusted himself towards the mirror, hoisting his bottom atop the counter and analyzing his flesh meticulously. It looked. . .inflamed. .not too bad he supposed? Kir groaned and thoughtlessly shrugged his shorts to the floor. Then came his boxers and then. .well, he was naked. But not naked where he was supposed to be.

“Oh shit.”

Jerking his gaze towards the other door, the door that belonged to the other dormies, the door that made this shared bathroom shared, Thaddeus, frustrated, urgent, and faintly amused, yanked his garments up off the floor and swiftly jogged towards the bathing stall with nervous laughter spilling from his lips. Once the showerhead began to spew ice cold liquid, Kir stood almost vacantly beneath the cooling water, doubling his arms behind his head with a loud ass sigh of relief.

It was quick but all the more refreshing shower. Habitually, Kir wrapped a milky white towel around his waist, watching as the wetness pasted to his skin slipped down his legs and biceps and thus shattered messily towards the floor. His discarded clothing was hooked onto his fingers, sagging weightlessly at his side. Sliding his damp, scarlet tresses away from his eyes, Kir sauntered from his stall, patting and ruffling his doused head aimlessly, gaze drifting.

It wasn’t until he locked eyes with another being that Thaddeus’s gaze hardened, lips curling in a half-hearted snarl. “Is there a problem, short stack?” Passively, the other dormie shook his head, sharply averting his gaze whilst milking the creamy substance of blue paste onto his toothbrush. Thaddeus huffed, eyes trailing further along the elfen man’s body. “Nice tat.”

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Garbed in a black graphic tee, like, a truly graphic tee printed as a corpse gleefully ripping a man's heart from his chest, but comically blurred and pixelated as if its too inappropriate for the innocence of a person's gaze, it is, and a pair of slightly baggy, buckle-belt trousers pelted in a dark tan, Kircen was more or less ready. Ready for what exactly? To sit his ass down and consume, no, inhale all of the breakfast in the cafeteria.

Dim morning light filters through a window, faintly illuminating Tsuki’s bed. She recklessly tosses and turns under the thick white covers, her black hair sprawled out over her pillow. Finally, she stops, laying on her back as her eyes open to reveal a dark sea of blue. The girl’s vision is groggy, but she can see what time it is as she turns on her phone, the small device’s screen glowing white. 7:01am.

Tsuki sits up, opening her jaws wide in a yawn before dragging herself out of bed. She stares out the window for a brief moment before her mind starts to drift off, thinking of what she was going to do today. Since she was supernatural, she could do what she wanted until 12pm, when everybody was scheduled to meet in the Main Gym. Maybe she’d pull a prank on an unsuspecting victim. Yeah, that sounded fun. She just had to do it without getting caught. Otherwise she’d get in trouble.

Walking over to her dresser, Tsuki looks through her clothes, trying to decide what she wants to wear. She picks up a red, long sleeved shirt, tossing it onto the ground. No, she didn’t want to wear that. The girl noisily searched for something to wear, but, by the time she was done, there were clothes scattered all across the floor. Oops. She hoped that her roommate wouldn’t mind. Well, at least she’d decided what she’d wear today. A faded black sweatshirt with a red fox on it and long, black leggings. Perfect.

Walking over to the shared bathroom— loudly, Tsuki twists open the door and slams it shut behind her. She pulls on her sweatshirt and leggings, all the while her thoughts linger on what kind of trouble she wanted to stir up. A prank, obviously. But, what kind? Maybe she’d fill the corridors with confetti. That was kind of boring, though. And somebody might catch her doing it. Or, she could set traps above people’s doors, watching as they fell victim to her prank. That’d be entertaining. She could randomly unscrew things around the school, too. But who’d notice that? Should she put more thought into this?

Tsuki decides to think about pulling pranks later. For now, she had to get ready, and she'd probably come up with more ideas later, anyway. After putting her clothes on, she steps out of the bathroom and throws her pajamas onto her bed before making her way over to the sink. She picks up her toothbrush, which is dark blue in color, and quickly brushes her sharp, fox-like teeth. But, Tsuki’s hair was still a mess. It must’ve gotten that way from her tossing in her sleep. She grabs her brush, struggling to untangle her long black hair. But, when she was finally done, she thought that she looked rather nice.

Setting her stuff down, Tsuki slips her phone into her pocket before exiting her room. She can feel her appetite start to arouse— and decides to head in the direction of the cafeteria for breakfast, her fox ears perked as she strolls down the hall with a smile on her face.