Intimidation was important in the Hellgar family. They were proud, powerful, and frightening. Or at least, Victor and his father were. All of the other males in the line had been well muscled with long horns curving towards their backs by the time they had reached their fifteenth birthday. But there was Marco, nearing his sixteenth year, and his horns still sloped far less than theirs, his body far more slender. There was a high likelihood that he would remain as he was; tall, elegantly thin, with a longer tail than normal, but what good would that do him? Sure, he could whip it at an opponent. But in Houndoom society the horns were what mattered. Besides, with his tail as long as it was it could act of its own accord, molesting other boys and bringing unwanted attention onto him. All Marco wanted was to live up to his name; Marco, Italian for "warlike," to mean a powerful battler, and "Hellgar," the ancient name of his species, to mean a true Houndoom. How could he do that when he was such a perversion?
Having thought the matter over, he started a bit when the other boy spoke. He had to admit, his voice had a certain affect on him that no female's voice ever had. Not to mention the fact that his big, blood red eyes were captivating, the fur on his ears and tail looked frightfully soft, and his choice of dress was rather attention grabbing. Upon realizing he was having these thoughts he kicked himself swiftly and forced himself to focus on the matter at hand, most importantly being entirely and inarguably straight.
The boy's hand on his chest caused him to sneer, but he didn't back away. He didn't quite know how to handle this situation. He figured it out immediately when he grabbed him. Marco stiffened, from his head to his tail, and jumped back as though he'd been burned.
"You go too far," Marco hissed, tiny shoots of flame wisping out between his pointed teeth. "Don't you ever touch me again, fa-"
Before Marco could finish the rather grievous slur he'd intended to throw at the boy, the Professor entered the room. He retreated even further away and instead focused on her. She was beautiful, as just about everyone had noticed. But it infuriated him further that he wasn't attracted to her. Shouldn't he be? It was only natural for males, right?
Regardless, it was time to focus on class.
The boy who had verbally and physically molested Marco was paired with another, one he didn't know but seemed angry for some reason. He waited intently for his own partner, hoping for someone who would match him in skill. Professor Cresselia focused on him for the briefest of moments, and called out, "Marco and Sin, why don't the two of you pair up?"
[[That's only if you're okay with it, Charzeon. I just <3 your writing. After all, you took good care of Ethan's Flare. XD]]
