A Little Violence {Ookami}

[dzan]

Violence. That was something that Dzan was constantly confronted with. People tended to try and tease him. To make fun of him for being different. For being far closer to perfect then anyone else. And today, he had already dealt with multiple foes. Not real fights. Just small little encounters. Harsh words and maybe a little blood. But no major fight. Though now, near the end of the day, his mind screamed for someone to deal him some pain. For someone to bleed and quench his thirst.

And here he sat, on top of the lockers near the entrance hall. He was waiting for the perfect moment. For the moment that his soon-to-be-chosen victim would appear. Who would it be? Dzan wasn't sure. But he knew that he would choose someone soon, so that he could have a proper fight. To relieve some of the stress and tension from a day that had been so long and boring. How much longer would he wait? He wasn't sure. But he could only hope it wasn't that long. His hazel eyes would slide from student to student, waiting for the perfect victim to appear.

[Ookami]

Ookami walked along the hall looking at his small map, not paying attention to anything, it seemed like he was the only one around walking in the halls, so he wouldnt run into anyone, so he continued to go through the hall, looking at the paper. he got into a lot of fights the past few days, and they had all been crushing defeats.