With a staggering steps, the crushing weight of books pushing through his immense backpack, and an already time limit to climb these stairs into his classrooms, the hellhound sign in pure annoyance to why he must perform this ritual of mundane's school life. Sure, he must blend in his new life here after being banished from his old one, but why must he be the one to carry so many books? As dramatically as possible, Baal drag himself across the floor making it more of a struggle for himself as he gasps and bellow a whine from his fiery breath until he twist his body and slap the bag onto the floor with a sudden and heavy thud. "Fuck this! I wonder be chained up and pull fat bastards again than these nonsense!"
His ruby eyes stare harshly at the tame bag, beaming down and cursing it, hurting the inanimate bag's feelings of pain to the point of his paws suddenly grip the sleeves of it and start shaking at it furiously. With the tough tug of the sleeves, the a slight and worrisome tear echo from the bag, then the entire bag burst open, forcing the untouched books inside to fall gracefully onto the floor, but one to smack dab across Baal's furry face. The impact of the force cause a defense movement from the teen as he swing the bag elsewhere, not knowing the nearby open window as the sight of the bag fling outside. His entire face with blanket with redness as his brimstone tattoo, although not beaming with light, was steaming from his forehead, but with a single swipe of his head to pull back his blood colored hair, the markings fade and his anger wither.
With his bloody pelt still shaking from the rather odd impact, Baal deiced that he needed a break-- he's going to skip class, maybe school for the day. And with that, his legs begin to march through the corridor maze of the building until finally he can feel and smell the open fresh air of the outside world. The air was pierce with sea salt from the crushing ocean swaying on the seashore, the burning, but soft sun spicing up the ground, and the perfect timing breeze that he usually enjoy brush upon his pelt. If he didn't have lingering anger in him, he could have smile at the shining day; however, smiling is for the weak, and he's not weak like the rest of the mundanes living on this soil place. Edging his way towards the exit ninja like to avoid the ear piercing screams of unwanted teachers, Baal's ears instead picks up... a beautiful voice. "Here?" he mumble to himself, crawling his way towards the voice.
@Keen
His ruby eyes stare harshly at the tame bag, beaming down and cursing it, hurting the inanimate bag's feelings of pain to the point of his paws suddenly grip the sleeves of it and start shaking at it furiously. With the tough tug of the sleeves, the a slight and worrisome tear echo from the bag, then the entire bag burst open, forcing the untouched books inside to fall gracefully onto the floor, but one to smack dab across Baal's furry face. The impact of the force cause a defense movement from the teen as he swing the bag elsewhere, not knowing the nearby open window as the sight of the bag fling outside. His entire face with blanket with redness as his brimstone tattoo, although not beaming with light, was steaming from his forehead, but with a single swipe of his head to pull back his blood colored hair, the markings fade and his anger wither.
With his bloody pelt still shaking from the rather odd impact, Baal deiced that he needed a break-- he's going to skip class, maybe school for the day. And with that, his legs begin to march through the corridor maze of the building until finally he can feel and smell the open fresh air of the outside world. The air was pierce with sea salt from the crushing ocean swaying on the seashore, the burning, but soft sun spicing up the ground, and the perfect timing breeze that he usually enjoy brush upon his pelt. If he didn't have lingering anger in him, he could have smile at the shining day; however, smiling is for the weak, and he's not weak like the rest of the mundanes living on this soil place. Edging his way towards the exit ninja like to avoid the ear piercing screams of unwanted teachers, Baal's ears instead picks up... a beautiful voice. "Here?" he mumble to himself, crawling his way towards the voice.
@Keen
