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Angantýr ◈ Ísakur ◈ Sigbjörn
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The room was quite large, especially by the school's standards, and very cold and dark. The floor to ceiling windows were barred from shining any light inside by thick, heavy drapes. The only sound was that of a slow flow of water, like how an aquarium would sound, but quieter. Nothing stirred, nothing moved, hell, one couldn't even hear a thing breath. But there was someone there, oh yes there was, or a something, depending on how one would want to look at it. Outside birds sang beautiful songs of longing, letting the world know that today was an equally beautiful day. After a while, something inside stirred. The silence made way for the lapping of water against glass barriers - then the sound of sloshing water became louder and louder but was interrupted by a loud, disgustingly wet slap followed by a moist shuffling sound. Then, the curtains were thrown back in a flurry, flooding the chilly white room with a blinding light, and the windows were pushed open.
By the window stood a creature so perfectly beautiful, so radiant, that even the sun had to do a double take and paled just a tiny bit in comparison. Delicate features, fine bones, porcelain skin, crimson eyes and hair the colour of fine, woven gold. He was completely bare, but from the waste down, that made very little difference, as the scales showed very few things people would perceive as 'private'. He lay his long fingered, perfectly manicured hands on the window sill and leaned forward a bit... His beautiful face set in a scowl that seemed so incredibly unfitting that there had been attempts to pass laws forbidding him to do so, while red eyes searched the nearby trees for the birds that had been so loudly interrupting his dreams of carnage. Sure it was already late in the day, but there were no classes for him to teach today and it had been a very, very late night, so he hadn't been planning on getting up for a while to come. The scowl on his face made way for something way more sinister, and his perfect lips pulled back into a grin that foretold very bad things. Then his lips parted further and a sound came forth that was barely audible, and most certainly not human. It was tone so pure, so kind, so beautiful that it left anyone wanting nothing more than to drown in it. There were words as well, but they weren't in a language many people spoke, so even if they could make them out in the barely above a whisper, it would be almost impossible to tell what they meant.
It hadn't been much more than a sentence, then he closed the windows and waited. Within a few seconds of the windows being closed, there was a loud thud against it, and another, and another... with the birds having died an early splattered death, all was quiet again. Now that the lights shone brightly into the room, one could see that most of it was a huge glass tank with in it water that was so cold that you could almost smell how cold it was. It was crystal clear and there was nothing in the ways of decoration or anything else for that matter. Outside of the tank there were white tiles, white smooth walls, the three large windows with heavy dark blue curtains and a door leading to the hallway. It was easy to see that he didn't really care much about worldly goods. He stretched his arms over his head and rubbed his eyes tiredly before reaching out for the door handle and opening the earlier mentioned door, moving slowly out into the hallway. He moved slowly most of the time, but that didn't mean he couldn't move fast. It's just that he was hardly ever in a hurry - even if he was on his way to the headmaster, like now.
After feeding nights it was custom for him to let the headmaster know he was back and ready to resume teaching. Not because the headmaster was so interested in anything he did, but because it had happened on occasion that he showed up days too late and classes would have to be dismissed. Today he was in time though, classes would resume tomorrow, so he'd just pop in, say 'sup?' and pop back out. The sun that shone through the many windows in the hall reflected off his bright self, making him look like he was radiating his own light. and even without that light and his charming good looks, he looked like something quite out of the ordinary! From head to tail he was about 2 metres long and the tail itself looked like a collection of small gems, layered like scales. Spiked fins, so thin and fine that they were almost see-through at points, protruded from his shoulder blades and poked out of his hair where ones ears would be. A thin black ring pierced his navel and several equally black studs and rings graced his 'ears' and right eyebrow. He was clearly not in his element, but his movements were gracious none the less.
Yes, everything about this man was so damned gorgeous and pheromone loaded that it was just about sickening. Well, it sickened him sometimes... He finally reached the headmasters office and graced the door with a gentle knock.