Dante sighed as he stared at the computer screen. Obviously, his partner believed he was an idiot for returning to Ipswich, but what his partner didn’t know was that nobody knew this was his hometown. Gently, he twirled a piece of his hair within his fingers as he awaited for the bastard to return to the camera. The day turned out pretty boring; all he did was speak to his partner over the camera, and lay half naked in bed - which left his friend feeling rather uncomfortable, but he didn’t give a damn. It was his room and he could rest how he wanted to. Rolling his shoulders, Dante boredly watched as his friend - Kit - sat back upon the desk and looked at him. “Are you going to continue to bitch at me, or can we actually get down to business?” Kit simply stared at him, and rolled his eyes. “They seemed to be pretty lost at where to look for either of us…perhaps if we keep low enough, they’ll just give up.” Dante was quiet for a moment, toying with his hair as his eyes were locked on the computer screen, wondering if it was a good thing or a bad thing. “Perhaps so.” Dante uttered in a low whisper, eyes looking up to the door. He wanted out of his room already. The sun was slowly disappearing in the sky, and Dante honestly couldn’t believe he spent this entire time in doors. “Hey, Kit.” Dante looked to the computer, “I’m heading out. You know I hate being indoors for long and this is just unsettling. I’ll speak with you later.” and without further ado, he shut down the computer and got up from bed. He stared at his closet lazily, wondering if he should bother to get fully dressed. After all, it was nighttime - the air would be cool and he doubted someone would bother him for walking around in just a pair of jeans.

With a sigh, Dante simply tugged out a pair of black jeans and gingerly brushed a finger through his long hair. He looked at himself in the mirror and rose an eyebrow. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of low riding black jeans, and three leather bands upon his left wrist. Rolling his eyes, he reached out for his eyeliner and carefully lined his crimson orbs. A smile laced his lips when he was satisfied with the work, and stood up. He grabbed his keys, and his little griffin from resting on the pillow, and departed the room. “Alata….are you just going to sleep all day?” Dante questioned as the little red griffin yawned and stretched within his arms. He allowed the creature to walk besides him down the corridor of the dorm rooms, and ran a hand through his hair. He always toyed with his hair - it was a habit he couldn’t shake off, ever since it reached to the center of his back. His mother always attempts to get him to cut his hair, but he never will…he loves his hair long and it shall forever be long, till the end of time…because he honestly isn’t looking to die any time soon. Alata looked up to Dante and whined slightly. He looked down at him with a chuckle then stopped to let the creature fly up to him and rest upon his shoulder. “You know, pretty soon you are going to have to stop doing that. I can’t hold you forever on my shoulder, you’re gaining weight!” he laughed when Alata gave him a look. Adorable little thing, he was and seemed to be the only companion he had within the Dorm-rooms. Sure, he’s wondered around the academy grounds and university grounds…but face it, his attitude was not appealing to others. He was cocky, a smart ass, and all around, full of pride.

Rolling his shoulders, Dante paused when he saw another male on the walkway. He rose an eyebrow, and wondered if the guy was exercising. Though, he didn’t have to wonder for long when he realized the jogging pants and all. Dante shrugged lightly and was about to continue to walk - his bare feet silent upon the ground, which unannounced his presence. It was Alata who grumbled slightly towards the stranger that made them known. “Oh, Alata darling…there is nothing to be fretting over about. Quiet down.” Dante uttered as he petted the small creature upon his shoulder.

When Alata had relaxed, Dante returned his gaze back over to the male before him. He seemed rather familiar, perhaps just one of those stuck-ups he saw walking around the school in groups as if being accompanied made you look tougher. Though, being alone was pretty much the same thing, - either way, Dante was alone because he chose to be. If people saw anything wrong in that, or even if he was just showing off, it was all on them. He cared not of how he was see, what group he was placed in, or how much they criticized. They mean nothing, until one actually attempts to touch his heart. Alata curled up upon Dante’s shoulder, as he surveyed the male with his eyes. He wasn’t all that bad looking, but then again Dante wasn’t sure why he was thinking that. Perhaps Kit was right and he was depriving himself a bit too much.

‘Psh, what does he know?’ Dante thought to himself, but he had to bite back his words. Kit knew everything about Dante and has been his best friend for the past ten years. Pushing back the thoughts, he smirked when the male uttered a compliment towards him. It was an ego-booster, since he adored how he looked. He smirked deviously, and rather seductively as well - but that was his basic outlook. Alata looked to the male curiously, having not been introduced to many of the ‘two legged’ creatures. His wings flapped lazily behind him, and his beak was currently pecking at Dante’s flesh lightly. Dante chuckled, as it made him ticklish, and he rose his hand up to Alata, and tugged him to settle on the floor. Alata stood besides Dante faithfully, wide amber eyes staring up at the male.

“I’m glad you think so.” Dante spoke smoothly, his voice having a seductive tone to it, but all elves voices were irresistible. Even his mother had a tough time talking to the student’s, for they just stare at her love-struck. Dante laughs in such matters, which earns him a look and possibly, a book, being thrown at him. Ah, how he loved her. Dante watched as the male came closer, and he tilted his head to the side curiously as the water bottle he had was thrown in the air and disappeared. Such magic used so recklessly. He straighten himself out after a moment, and offered the male before him a mischievous smirk. Alata, on the other hand, wasn’t very sure of what words being exchanged. He was, after all, very young still. “My name is Dyx - and no, we haven’t met before.”

Dante traced a finger down the male’s cheek idly. “You’re kinda cute…” he chuckled, before pulling back his touch and hooking it upon his jeans - absently tugging it lower. “I’ve seen you around Foxhart…one of the popular folks, hm?” Dante questioned, with a risen eyebrow. “Either way… You appear to have an interesting name….c’mon, tell me.” Dante purred gently, as Alata neared the male and sniffed him slightly. He looked up to the guy with narrowed eyes, but kept silent as he returned to Dante’s feet, and curled up there - expecting his friend to just talk to the guy for a little while, or longer. Either way, he was comfortable. It made Alata happy, actually, that he was talking to someone; for he notices that Dante isn’t the social kind and when he does speak to someone, they tend to walk away in a huff, want to fight him or even insult him before running away. “Oh wait, I think I know you..” Dante tapped his lips lightly with his index finger. His brows furled slightly. “I believe you were present, when a pesty… werewolf, or some species similar, was annoying me and I pretty much made him curl in in fetal position.” Dante laughed lightly, enjoying to remember such confrontations.

"Dendasu..." Dante whispered under his breath, allowing the name to roll off his tongue. He liked it. His smirk widen a tad bit, as he rested his finger tips within his hair, toying with the dark locks as he observed Dendasu, the male before him. He didn't meet him personally, but Dante could never remove a face from his memory. He's seen the guy around, part of the clique known as Mystiques. Though, Dante was on a higher rank within the cliques, being a Solitary within the University of Foxhart. But Dante's never cared about rankings. He never cared about anything, actually. Always acted the way he wanted, and poked at what he felt would give him some sort of entertainment. His mother always said to better his attitude towards other people, but Dante disliked people. He disliked how the majority of them thought about the other's that walked the earth. How some thought higher then most. Ah, but that was how the world functioned. So, he just participated. He thought lowly of the world, and never himself - despite the things he has done...and the lives he has taken.

"Why, the pleasure is all mine." Dante purred once more, with a flirtatious smile slipping through his full lips. Alata gave Dante a look, questioning his motives, but then he found something interesting in the flower that was growing upon the grass, and went over to check it out. The poor little thing was scared he'd burst it into flames, thus he didn't go very near the yellow bulb. Dante's eyes were consumed by the little thing, as he liked to assure Alata was safe and well. Once he made sure Alata wasn't going to move, he looked back to Dendasu and returned to his flaring flirtatious self. At times, Dante couldn't help it. Sure, Kit - when they were in Russia - would say to keep it in his pants half the time, but he couldn't. It was a trait he couldn't shake off... but that was where the conflict started. It's either, he couldn't...or he wouldn't. Dante would always use his DNA combination as an excuse.

"And I'm pretty positive... I never forget a face." Dante rolled his shoulders slightly, and gently crossed a hand over his chest and rested his hand upon his shoulder, pretty much heightening his seductive appeal and acting it off as something completely harmless and innocent. "How long have you been within this Academy?" Dante asked, a typical question to ask someone no? Especially when they're playing the new kid, and such - and not the child of the Headmaster. "It has a fair amount of fancinating creatures..." Dante glanced over the scenery for a moment, before returning his narrowed red eyes and cat-like features over to Dendasu, a smirk dancing over his lips once again. 'Hm...perhaps a bit of fooling around wouldn't do any harm...'

'Oh, I got someone a bit lustful, hm?' Dante thought mischievously. It was hard to resist an elf, and he knew this...he played with it, after all. He played with every aspect of his being, and the other being - making sure that he was the kind that everybody wanted. Kit always attempted to get Dante to think it was a cry of attention. Dante knew what it was, and he simply enjoyed it. He did it for company, just for someone to comfort him when he felt like he needed it. Basically, he used whoever was willing to come close to him, just to get that bit of comfort. Of course he knew there were other ways other then exposing himself to a stranger, but Dante was too scared to open his heart. Too many times he was lied to, and betrayed. Too many times had they played heart games with him, and he was just too vulnerable. He wanted nothing of that past pain to come at him, so he was very much wiser and more careful then before. He detested being used, despite him knowing that he was doing exactly what he hated. So long as his heart didn't ache as if he wanted to kill himself on the spot, all was well.

A smirk laced Dante's lips, but he was acting docile so it was well hidden. He watched as the male released his hair, and idly watched as it was pushed back. Blue was always his favorite color, but the darker elf always found black and red more to his liking. After all, red was the color of his eyes and black was the color of his 'tainted soul', as many said he have. It was amusing to hear people comment about him; black heart, black soul, black attitude... all he needed was them to confuse, and say that he was black. It was strange how people played with colors and people. Perhaps black was the color of his soul... if he thought about it long enough. "I was laying down for a bit too long..." Dante uttered in a soft, sensual voice as he turned his head towards where his hand was resting in a rather cute way. His hair cascaded over his shoulder, and rested down his face - giving him that dark and mysterious look he seemed to be born with.

He rose his head up again upon catching movement. His eyes idly watched Dendasu come up to him on the right, where as he allowed his hand to fall - tracing his chest before hooking themselves on his jeans again. He felt the jean's band around the waist fall a bit more, and he rolled his eyes. They never made jeans in his size, and when he finds one that actually fits right, they tend to fall off him either way. It was why he adored leather much more. It hugged his body tightly, defining every bit of him and keeping him well dressed. Sure, there were times he came out with exposed skin like now...but it was bloody annoying when the fabric would fall at the simplest touch. A smirk laced his lips as Dendasu whispered in his ear. 'I believe so..' Dante thought to himself, allowing his head to fall slightly close to Dendasu, his hair hiding his expression.

Alata turned around and glared that Dendasu. He didn't like strangers close to his master, but since Dante looked so calm, Alata didn't want to risk angering his friend should this be a closeness that he wanted. So, Alata thought it was best to go flying about. Soft wings flapped in the air, and he disappeared within a tree; where he both had a perfect view, and a comfortable spot to be. Dante glanced up slightly, watching as his little griffin friend disappeared into the tree, all the while allowing Dendasu's fingers to brush over his shoulders, and release some of the tension that had build up there for the past few years. He rolled his shoulders slightly under the touch, finding it refreshing. A grin laced his lips, as he decided to allowed his head tilt back and a gentle moan to part his lips. He knew that would drive anybody crazy, that and he just felt so playful tonight. 'Its all your fault, Kit...' Dante thought to himself as a bemused smile pressed his lips. "Oh, that's quiet alright." he uttered in a seductive tone, as if he was moaning. He straight his head and rolled his shoulders, looking to Dendasu with what people call bedroom eyes. "Hm..." he purred, with tempting smirk. "Its pretty cold out here, why don't we go inside?" he inquired, with a risen eyebrow. "Alata." Dante uttered gently, summoning the creature to land upon his arm. He pulled away from Dendasu rather swiftly, his steps were graceful as he headed back to the school, glancing over his shoulder only once, before focusing ahead of him. Ah, yes...the day just became so much more interesting.

Dante glanced down to Alata upon his arms, and nuzzled the top of his head gently. "You should rest outside tonight." Dante uttered in a low whisper, and Alata looked up to Dante contently, and giving him a nuzzle and disappeared into the night with his beautiful fire-wings taking him into the sky. Dante stood at the door of the Black Fox Dorms, and watched as he disappeared into the trees. A smile caressed his lips. He was very over protective of Alata and rarely would allow him to sleep outside. Alata adored nature, but also loved Dante, and respected his wishes to keep him close. Though, Alata always yearned to fly outside and sleep within a tree.

He didn't wish to question why Dante decided to give him permission tonight, so long as he was allowed - that was all that mattered. Dante's reasons were that he loved Alata as if he was his son, and didn't want him present for whatever was going to happen within his room -whether it be good or bad. Either way, Dante knew he was going to have fun. Dante smirked to himself, as he continued to walk down the hall of the black-fox building. It's been a while since he's toyed around with anybody and he was so thrilled to be doing so as well. He felt too bloody deprived. With a sigh, he looked over his shoulder, grinning as Dendasu spoke.

Playfully, he turned around - walking backwards as he pretty much moved about hypnotically. "It is never too late, darling." Dante whispered, not wishing to awake anybody up. He didn't like interruptions, and he tended to kill those that decided to step in his way. Dante knew his mother didn't want a body to turn up within the school, so he's been attempting to keep his killing desires at bay. Dante paused, and swiftly walked up to Dendasu, cupping his cheek and nearing his lips to the guy's.

"C'mon, play with me..." he smirked seductively, brushing his lips against Dendasu's, before pushing away subtly, and turning around, his hair swiftly moving through the air and landing upon his back. It didn't take long to get to his room, after all, he chose a room that wasn't too far away from the exit; reasons were very unknown. Dante rested his back against his door, his hand wrapped around the knob behind his back as he waited, posed in a sensual matter. This was why he was so full of himself; he pulled off being seductive, in so many levels. A smirk laced his lips as he stared at the ground, allowing his hair to cascade over the side of his face.

Dante kept a playful smirk, eyes locked on Dendasu's form. Usually, he stood around and toyed with the guy more - playing cat and mouse. The minute the person came close enough, Dante would walk away a few steps - making the person walk after him lustfully. He adored the game...but for some reason, he wasn't up for that sort of game. Dante was just inching to get something done, to feel some sort of closeness; even for a little while, or just for one night. Despite how he was, he was an addict to attention. He didn't like to show that he craved it, but he really did. It was why he is so attached to his mother, even if he knows there are times he might just have hurt her with all the dangerous things he's done, but he still loves her and in return, Adrianna still loved him as her son. She cared for him like any mother...but Dante needed more then just motherly love. He needed a feeling, a touch... something that made him feel wanted for a short amount of time; though, he would admit to none of this should you ask him about it.

A hum of a moan left Dante's lips gently as Dendasu came closer, whispering into his ear and running a hand down his chest. It made his skin crawl pleasantly, causing his eyes to flicker closed slightly and his breath pulled into his lungs sharply. He remained there, just savoring the attention he was being given - feeling a shiver up his spine as Dendasu bit upon his shoulder. Dante's eyes opened softly, as a gentle click of his bedroom door opening sounded within the silent air. He rose a delicate eyebrow towards Dendasu, watching the display of colors lacing upon the male's head. "I don't want anything," Dante purred gently, as he nipped at Dendasu's lips playfully. "Just fuck me." Dante chuckled lightly, as he slipped inside of his room. He peered over his shoulder with a smirk lacing his lips. "Lock the door when you come in, will you?" Dante uttered gently in a soft, tempting voice as he rolled his shoulders slightly. He glanced at his laptop still there upon his bed, and decided to remove it from there, else he'll be loosing a few dollars should it brake. It didn't bother him entirely, but he really did like his laptop. Once that was done, he decided to stretch- allowing his hands to reach to the sky; as he did this, his jeans fell a good deal lower upon his waist, threatening to fall off his waist entirely. Instead of fixing it, Dante simply left it that way and walked over to Dendasu, kissing him playfully. "Darling, tell me..." he uttered gently, "Have you ever done a guy before?" he rose an eyebrow quizzically, but allowed a bell-light laugh to leave his lips as he kissed him again. "Doesn't really matter if you haven't..." Innocently he wrapped his arms around Dendasu's neck and allowed his leg to raise and wrap around his left side, the tip of his foot resting upon the ground. "I'm a great teacher.." he purred, nuzzling Den's neck before he begun a series of bites and kisses upon the flesh.

'Excellent...' Dante thought to himself as a soft moan left his lips. He pressed up closer against Dendasu, when feeling the blue-haired male tug his leg up against his waist. He was inching to get all this done with, inching to have his pleasure-filled senses awake to their full capacity. Euphoria... that's what he was wanting, ever so badly. But he would refrain from rushing, adorning how it felt to be teased, how it felt to be touched and kissed. He allowed his hair to be tugged back, silently wishing that it wasn't his hair that was being pulled since he really did take pride in his hair but it would have to do. A moan left him, as a grin remained planted upon his lips. The kiss upon his lips brought out his passionate half, causing him to press deeper into the kiss and even suck on Den's tongue for a bit before he pulled away. Lustful crimson orbs were narrowed into slits as he watched Dendasu go down his chest, and the hands that pushed down his pants.

Roughly, he pulled Dendasu back up and reclaimed his lips, pressing deeply and passionately into the kiss as he allowed his body to rest against Dendasu's pleasantly. The simple skin contact seemed enough to get shivers to travel up and down his spine. Slowly, he pulled away from Den's lips, just to trail kisses from his jaw, to his neck. A smirk recklessly pulled over his full lips as he trailed over to Den's ear, and nibbled it seductively. "Dasu..." he uttered in that heated voice of his, before he pulled away suddenly, and turned away from the male as if he was stopping it right there, and then. The fact was, he wasn't.

With a grin laced over his lips, Dante looked over his shoulder and peered at Dendasu, captivating the male with his smile and eyes as he expetly removed the button that held his jeans in place, and allowed the fabric to fall from his frail form. Despite how skinny he appeared - with an hour shaped body and broad shoulders - he was strong. The body was just there to tease, toy and have people lust after him. All elves, male and female, were thin and appeared frail - but were quick, strong and graceful. With that same grace, he walked over to the side of the bed, and allowed himself to fall onto the silk covers, glancing over to Dendasu with a playful smile. Yes, this was an interesting night and he was glad he got out of here in time.