“Choose your actions carefully. What is done may never be undone, and there are those that will make you suffer for that...”
Among the Night Class students was one who would not be attending the evening’s lectures. Though Hikaru inevitably grew sharper and more irritable as the night of the full moon approached every month, he was much worse on the eve itself. He was forced to become other than he wished to be, and there was simply nothing he could do about it. It was best for everyone involved if he remained absent and free of all other people on this day.
When the left the Moon Dorm, therefore, he did not make his way across the bridge to the classroom building like the majority of his fellows. Rather, he cut backwards across campus and disappeared into the trees on the fringes. At first, he’d been uncertain about the efficacy and safety of allowing the change to take place here, still so close to humans and vampires both. But he’d spent a lot of time out here, and learned that only rarely did another student venture into this place, and at night even more infrequently still. It was as safe as anywhere could possibly be, and it was probably better not to leave campus for an extended period, besides.
Though he lacked the fully bestial transformation his mother had undergone, at least according to those who had known her, he still didn’t look like anything human or vampire when he underwent his. He supposed, if one were inclined towards mythology, what he became resembled more a demon than anything else. The people of this country might refer to such a being as an inuyoukai or even a kitsune, but for him there was no hiding the truth. He was an abomination, something caught between the elegant deadliness of a pureblood vampire and the raw, feral force of one of them. A werewolf. That his features also met in the middle was mere coincidence. He was still an uncontrollable force of violence and rage, more like the beast than the man on nights like this one, and he had no choice in the matter.
His feet made no noise on the forest floor as he tread, walking among the trees in complete silence, even to his own supernatural hearing. His lupine nose could not detect the incoming presence of anyone or anything, though the breeze was strong enough to carry him the scents of the intermingling Day and Night Classes, no doubt at this very moment kept separated by their determined, brash prefect. The particular train of thought attached to that one led nowhere good, and so he abandoned it as quickly as his mind would enable him to. It was better to think calming thoughts on this night, and whatever that woman was, calming was nowhere included.
Once he reached the heart of the small forest, he glanced around a bit, taking in the familiar sight of the still, clear pond and the grove of trees that ringed the clearing it was in. It would do—as it had for a year now. Hikaru wore only loose clothing, and not many layers at that. His body temperature had always been unnaturally high, and he did not stifle himself unless he absolutely had to. Picking a spot in the middle of the clearing, he turned a few circles out of habit before sitting down, then reclining back, folding his hands behind his head, mostly because it was something he always did, and not because he needed to. It was a gesture he’d picked up from his brother, who would often walk so, elbows stuck out to either side like an absurd butterfly or bird of some sort.
From there, he let his thoughts drift, generally keeping them on safer things like family or classwork, and he waited for the inevitable changing to come.
When the left the Moon Dorm, therefore, he did not make his way across the bridge to the classroom building like the majority of his fellows. Rather, he cut backwards across campus and disappeared into the trees on the fringes. At first, he’d been uncertain about the efficacy and safety of allowing the change to take place here, still so close to humans and vampires both. But he’d spent a lot of time out here, and learned that only rarely did another student venture into this place, and at night even more infrequently still. It was as safe as anywhere could possibly be, and it was probably better not to leave campus for an extended period, besides.
Though he lacked the fully bestial transformation his mother had undergone, at least according to those who had known her, he still didn’t look like anything human or vampire when he underwent his. He supposed, if one were inclined towards mythology, what he became resembled more a demon than anything else. The people of this country might refer to such a being as an inuyoukai or even a kitsune, but for him there was no hiding the truth. He was an abomination, something caught between the elegant deadliness of a pureblood vampire and the raw, feral force of one of them. A werewolf. That his features also met in the middle was mere coincidence. He was still an uncontrollable force of violence and rage, more like the beast than the man on nights like this one, and he had no choice in the matter.
His feet made no noise on the forest floor as he tread, walking among the trees in complete silence, even to his own supernatural hearing. His lupine nose could not detect the incoming presence of anyone or anything, though the breeze was strong enough to carry him the scents of the intermingling Day and Night Classes, no doubt at this very moment kept separated by their determined, brash prefect. The particular train of thought attached to that one led nowhere good, and so he abandoned it as quickly as his mind would enable him to. It was better to think calming thoughts on this night, and whatever that woman was, calming was nowhere included.
Once he reached the heart of the small forest, he glanced around a bit, taking in the familiar sight of the still, clear pond and the grove of trees that ringed the clearing it was in. It would do—as it had for a year now. Hikaru wore only loose clothing, and not many layers at that. His body temperature had always been unnaturally high, and he did not stifle himself unless he absolutely had to. Picking a spot in the middle of the clearing, he turned a few circles out of habit before sitting down, then reclining back, folding his hands behind his head, mostly because it was something he always did, and not because he needed to. It was a gesture he’d picked up from his brother, who would often walk so, elbows stuck out to either side like an absurd butterfly or bird of some sort.
From there, he let his thoughts drift, generally keeping them on safer things like family or classwork, and he waited for the inevitable changing to come.