<font color='#FFFFFF'>Current Day: 3 Current Month: Mia (winter) Current Year: 2 ---- Kycei Azake was sitting in after class in an abandoned school room, practicing. Fingers lay on his instruments digits, very carefully he lifted it up to his mouth, and counting in his head, began to play a piece of music set before him... La, de de da... When, as had happened for the last five times, he hit the same wrong note. Then another, and this time he doubled played a good note. Following a chain reaction, no matter how hard he tried to gather himself up, Kycei's song toppled down into ash. Boiling in his self-hate, the pendragon gives up by automatically throwing his instrument on the ground. He did not wince at the loud BANG, the clang of metal against the polished floor, nor did he bend down to retrieve it. With the gleam of crystal anger flickering his eyes, the young 14 00 pendragon crosses his arms over his chest and grits his teeth...trying his best to find something to do with his hands, cracking his knuckles until they would crack no more. Today wasn't a good day. Today was a horrible day. It was not going to get any better, and it had just begun.</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'><font color=red>A sigh of relief was issued from the pendragon, she went down the halls of stone. She was at the age 14 00. her coloring irregular but weren’t all pendragon color irregular. She was ebony, with crimson hue that ran from her maw’, between her brightly lite jade eyes it seem to stop as it reached the top of her forehead. The color yellow encased her right arm the color faded as it went up, becoming black at her elbows.  Red, yellow, and black star lied on her flank.  She had finish her last class for today. Leta Sar  stopped to peek into the room, when a noise had caught her attention. The female pendragon glances around, noting the instrument on the floor. she guess that was the source of the noise. Her yellow arm held tight to the door, she made no sound she only watched. Only wondering what made the other pendragon drop is instrument. </font color=red></font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'>Kycei's chest rose and fell, muscles still tense and showing under the thin of his fur, though it did not look appealing. He did not look very strong, his slim body more sleek and primed then brawny and 'manly'. His nimble fingers were also a sign of good instrumental upbringing...though currently they were scraping against the palm of his paw, apparently this was a form of stress relievement for the young pendragon, aged 1 400. His eyes didn't burn anymore, flame of his tail igniting only to relieve itself of the energy, he'd cooled down. Enough to control himself from flinging more things on the ground, though his fingers still tingled with that urge... So, the pendragon headed for the next best thing. He'd leave, leave this stupid classroom and head to where ever he could get too...get away from the music, that confounded music! He'd run off, and his mother wouldn't care because she was obviously too busy to care, and it would all go away like a bad nightmare... Everything, the mistakes, the hardship, the screwups...just everything he'd ever hated. It would disappear. With a puff of magical purple swirly stuff. But would it really? Kycei had no time to even consider, in his rage shaking his head to the side, snout slightly ajar, and rambling out of the room in a bustled hurry- Just in time to meet with a girl, who'd apparently been watching him. Collision may have occured, but Kycei was too busy worrying over himself to have noticed. With narrowed eyes and a grunt, the pendragon savagely pushed his way through and continued to stomp his way through the halls... Quite rude.</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'><font color=red> Leta ThoughtBrutes! I will never understand, but I won’t want to either. I’m end up as crazy as they are. Movement Leta quickly tried get out of the way of the storming pendragon, her attempt was a failed one. The pendragon had fallen onto the earth after being push aside like an old rag doll. Quickly she pick her self up. A slight rumble of protest issue from her being. Bright jade glared after her counter part. Leta regain her composure very quickly. Her thoughts going back for this was the end of her day at school. After Math She glance down the hall which the brute had chosen. How very rude he was indeed, but ole well. Her own never forgive and forget policy quickly went into action. As she left the school. If he had not push her aside so violently she might had said hi. But on second thought she more than likely won’t of have. </font color=red></font>
