Fantasy Survival of the Fittest: Relentless Hunt

[Jarkov Malachai]

Koen Raad

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The boy grasped Erics hand with a grip akin to Steel before shaking it once firmly and letting it go whereupon it hung down by his side before stuffing his fist into one of the many pockets that his Overcoat had on it. However, Koen didn't answer the Ryan family patriarch, he simply stared into the mans eyes, those blank, dead wastelands of emotion revealed nothing as the young fabricator shrugged eventually in response. Koen Raad was a pragmatic soul, he did what was needed when needed. No more no less, and in such walls of which said actions have allowed him to build therein lurked power. It was felt in the handshake and in the unwavering stare Koen now engaged in with the Alpha Draki. It spoke of unflagging determination, unwilting resolve. Those artic ocean blue orbs held Erics gaze in what seemed like a challenge before the motion down the hall drew Koen's attention and he broke off first to investigate. After seeing it was just some of the freshman going ballistic he turned back to Mr. Ryan and did another small bow before abrupt facing and stalking off towards the welding building. Moving unnaturally silent for a man as large as he, the way he moved was too sure of himself yet wary at the same time. Like a bow string under to much tension, just waiting to snap and injure the first one to pick it up, to cripple them. Koen Raad... for all his outwards appearances of docility, for all his subtly and seemingly unnoticability unless he wanted to be noticed... was a ticking time bomb.

 

[kaito9049]

Eric Rylan


Alpha



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"That was strange," Eric said dryly, watching the young man walk off. Humans could be very enigmatic when they wanted to. Quite annoying. Another reason why he would rather be in the company of Draki: they said what they meant. Humans were untrustworthy, too liable to stab you in the back. In any case, Eric had to find a way to keep himself occupied while his children studied. The Alpha watched his offspring from afar, smiling thinly with barely contained pride as they worked. His children weren't the smartest students in the class, but then again, they weren't supposed to be. Even the smallest risk of attention could be deadly. Yet, the father knew that his kids were very bright, and strong. They were Royal through and through, and he was proud of it.


Eric watched over his children until the final bell rang. Students bustled out of the room, eager to be free of the brick-and-mortar walls. He decided to give the younger Rylans a little time to chat with their friends--Eric knew full well that loneliness was not fit for a Draki.





@MoltenLightning


@Ashaficent


@Kurai Okami

Cyrus Jaeger


Son of Lead Hunter



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Okay, wow. That was really boring. Cyrus thought as the teacher finally dismissed the class. He had been hoping for an easy, relaxing class, but the curriculum had gone one step further into painful monotony. As soon as he packed his bag, his thoughts turned to Luna. The young man quickly sent her a text, asking her if she was recovering from her "jet lag". He hoped that she wasn't doing something rash. Well, knowing her, he could only hope that she wasn't doing something too rash.


Cyrus hauled his bag over his shoulder and scanned his surroundings. Students were talking loudly with their classmates--nothing new there. It was noisy, and Cyrus could feel a small bit of loneliness set it. It happened every now and again, but he tried not to let it bother him. He didn't need active friends, right? Besides, it was possible that his sister would have to live alone for a very long time, unless he came up with a strategy. That thought steeled his emotions, pushing away the rougher feelings and allowing him to focus on his next objective: picking up lunch.





@Lithia