The hybrid sat in the back, snarling at those who dared to come close. Those who did get close enough often lost a few scales. Or a tooth. Who was this wonderfully grumpy dragon? Ichor, of course. 'The Grumpmiester' to those who wanted to die a slow,painful death from Ichor's words or burned by the sheer salt.
Not that anyone came close, anyways. He slacked his shoulders as he saw no dragon trying to approach him. Geez, mum really shouldn't have given anyone any ideas to come to Jade Mountain Academy. Dragons rushed past him, as he tried to ignore them.
And I'll have to share a whole room with them. This day just couldn't get any better.
He tried not to focus as his siblings went right past him, Pinata being the only one waving. He got a few glances due to his feathers, though the dragons pretty much ran away when he opened his mouth to speak.
..so much for coming up with good comebacks. He thought with an internal snort. They run away because I'm a monster. So, with a roll of his eyes he turned towards the music corridor. It was lined with instruments; most of them obsburd. He took a peek in before stepping through the stone-embedded door.
No one here.
Ichor liked the music room. No one to stare, no one to look, no need to come up with salt. He stepped towards one of the drums, small specks of dust were already gathering over it. He walked past them to the guitar, and picked the instrument with his front talons. Ah. The perfect weight, perhaps it would be tuned. Saves me the hassle. A small smile somehow made it onto the hybrid's face. His talon plucked at the string, a note flying from it. Ichor nodded to himself, settling onto the mossy-stone ground.