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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:17 pm
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It wasn't completely uncommon for Mathias to be wandering the halls of Amity. Despite being fairly surly and antisocial most of the time, the not-so-young-anymore wolpertinger boil did have classes to attend, or library trips to make, and it was on one such occasion that he ran into a dragon boil, one who was actually at eye level, one who was, thankfully, not female.
Mathias was prepared to completely ignore the other boil and go about his own business, but something about him made him stop and reconsider. He had not seen this particular boil around before, and he looked rather, well, lost for a lack of a better word. The wolpertinger wondered if he was quite new, but then realized there was no sense in just wondering when he could just simply ask instead.
"Hey." He locked dark red eyes on the boil, and frowned. "Are you new? Are you needing help vith anything? You do not look as if you are knowing vhere you are." He stated.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 7:59 am
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Mathias's immediate reaction to anybody giving him even the slightest bit of attitude was to have his hackles rise, a quick, sharp retort on his tongue. His eyes narrowed at the other boil, his nose wrinkling up and the feathers on his wings puffing out slightly, quite likely in an attempt to make him look bigger than he actually was.
"Mathias." He practically growled, not bothering to give the year one boil more than that, no last name, no clan name, not a damn thing. "And if you are not lost than vhy such stupid look on face?" He demanded, arms crossing as he continued to attempt to stare the other one down.
This was going so well. So well.
But he caught sight of the blush, remembered his own trials when he had first come to the school, and let out a sigh, rolling his eyes. "If can not see clearly vut I am than I am afraid telling is pointless, but am Volpertinger. Vut is it that you are taking your time to find?" He asked.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 9:08 pm
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Everything. Well, that hardly narrowed it down at all! And was most disheartening, as now he felt at least somewhat obligated, as a second year student, to help this new one out by showing him around.
Though, really, he could just turn and walk away now and probably not bat an eyelash or feel an ounce of regret.....
He considered it. Truly, he did. But the other boil seemed to be behaving in a slightly more courteous manner now.
"I do not need clan name, vill be starting own vhen finished vith schooling." He said, shrugging his shoulders and looking to the side, an irritated look in his eyes. It wouldn't do to explain that he was run out of his previous clan for being small, and weak, and just not good enough in general for their standards.
Wait. Friendship? Alliance? Mathias turned his face back to the other male, his mouth opening to ask him if he what in all the seven hells he was talking about, when instead, he stood shocked, as Torsten leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.
He didn't know what to do, and he felt, somehow, mildly threatened by the gesture, so instead of taking the odd (to him) greeting with poise and ease, he did what only came naturally to him.
He turned and bit at the side of Torsten's face with a small growl.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 9:46 pm
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The tail lash was met with loud snarl, Mathias's lip curling back from his teeth, his hand smacking the tail away even as he took a step back to put some much needed distance between himself and the dragon boil. If he wanted a fight, right there in the hallway, the wolpertinger was definitely ready to oblige, his claws held at the ready and his ears pinning down backwards as hackles rose.
And then, quite suddenly, Torsten's demeanour seemed to change completely, and Mathias slowly began to stand down.
"Are you being serious?" he asked, eyes remaining narrowed. "Is only a little blood."
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 7:58 pm
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Mathias barely heard a word the dragon was saying to him. The second time the gem fell, his fingers twitched, and it was all he could do not to bend down and snatch it up himself. He wanted it. It was shiny.
But Torsten was quick to tuck it away again, and Mathias flexed his fingers into fists, tucking his thumb in and clenching them tight. It was wrong to take things that belonged to other creeple. Wrong.
It took him a moment to realize that the other boil was talking again, and Mathias blinked. Hoarding? That was...well, that was one word for what the wolpertinger did as well, really, so he nodded in understanding, though he couldn't really attest to it being a species thing for himself.
It was just a Mathias thing.
When the item was offered, however, Mathias blinked again. He itched to reach out and take it, but he wondered what the catch was.
"Just friendship?" He asked, "I think I could maybe be doing that."
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