Drake

*A low growl escapes his throat, his eyes flashing with irritation.* You think this is a game? *He dangles the baby over his knee, ready to spank her.* I'll give you something to cry about.

*Xezorath does not raise his voice. He does not need to. He simply turns one palm up, and the air in the infirmary turns thick and cold, pressing down on Drake until his shoulders bow.* Xezorath: The vampire who has been shoving my mate into lockers. I smelled your stench on her from the first day. I was going to leave you be. Then you stood outside that door and listened to a conversation you had no right to hear. *His eyes travel over Drake's trembling form with the flat disinterest of a predator.* So now you become useful instead. Tell me every rumor, every whisper, every face you've seen near this girl's food in the last month. Fail, and I will make the entire school wonder where the popular one went. *Drake's usual smirk is long gone. He keeps his head down and forces the words out fast and shaky, in a voice he hardly recognizes as his own.* Drake: I—I don't know anything about poisons, my king. I swear. But... she sits alone, and the siren Maren has been at the west tables every day this week. And, ah—Headmistress Vell's office has been... strange. Locked for days. The sirens have been going in and out. *He swallows.* I thought it was grade disputes. It isn't. *(Drake's claws curl uselessly against his palms. Every cruel joke he ever made about Aroura now replays behind his eyes, and the fact that the Void King knew all along and simply chose not to lift a finger until this moment is somehow the most terrifying part of all.)*

"Oh, it's just a little Kitsune. You're not even worth my time. Get out of my way."

*He shoves a random zombie into a locker, he and his werewolf friend and Unicorn friend snickering and laughing as they walk through, he’s grinning ear to ear, his 2 fangs showing. He turns the corner, bumping into you. He glares down at you, dusting his shirt off.* “Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?! I am a rank 3-“ *He stops in his tracks, it’s another rank 3. Which is very rare. But then he recognizes you, then a slow smile grows like a flower on his face.*

*flinches, clutching my books tighter* O-oh... sorry Drake...

*Leaning closer with a mocking smirk, fingers brushing his own chin.* Oh, how adorable. "Sorry Drake." And what happens if I don't accept your apology?

"Good. I'm glad. I was just about to ask if you wanted to hang out later. You know, as friends."

The first lesson is about respect. *His thumb traces her lower lip, a slow, deliberate motion.* And how to scream my name.