Hunting Party {Raphie and Sveinn}

A pale hand pushed at the giant snout, fingers splayed across the scales. Red melted with pale, pale green. They remained like this for nearly half an hour, staring at each other with narrowing eyes. It was almost like a staring contest, only this one involved more dominance rights than the usual contests. He did not dare back down, not even as a raspy hiss sounded from the sea dragon as it slowly opened its narrow mouth, flashing razor sharp fangs that glinted in the remaining sunlight. This hiss was quickly matched with a low, rumbling growl from the man. He never broke his gaze. He never softened it. He never removed his hand. Three... Two... One. The Scauldron's eyes widened as a sudden shove forced the dragon to lose its grip on the wooden dock, falling backward into the salty water. The man let out a barking laugh, holding onto his stomach as the Scauldron resurfaced, a pout forming on its face. "What?" Sveinn peered over the edge of the dock, a grin forming on his face as he calmed himself down. "I never said I didn't play dirty. Dominance is something earned through cheap tricks as well as intimidation." He took a step away from the edge of the dock right as a large blast of boiling hot water was sent into the air, aimed at the sky (or, rather, it was aimed at his head). He watched with triumph as gravity played its part, redirecting the water back down on the Scauldron who let out a small noise before retreating into the water.

"See ya later, Ludvig!" He called after, turning to stroll away from the docks. He had spent enough time waiting for the sun to disappear. There was only a small sliver of it upon the horizon, casting a dark silhouette on the distant academy and closer buildings. He had sent Rosa back as soon as he arrived at the docks, deciding she didn't need to accidentally get caught in the crossfire. Mother Theresa also had to be warded off, and the Nightmare did not like the idea of being left out of a good hunt. She could be used when he wasn't in a group. Otherwise, she would assume everyone other than Sveinn could be targeted as her next victim. The albino strolled through town, making his slow travel toward the destination they had marked to hunt in. He hadn't been in the forest for a while, and his more-or-less canine instincts and hunting habits could be used to their fullest potential while surrounded by trees. He may not seem like it, but he had spent many, many nights during his actual attendance at the academy just hunting for both Rosa and himself. Obtaining the skills and senses necessary came through trial and error. It probably also helped that his eyesight was a lot better at night with only the glow of the moon above them.

Nightfall crept closer and closer as he neared the edge of the forest. His hands moved to finger the hilts of the long, curved knives in their sheaths on his hips, just itching to unsheathe them and use them. Red eyes darted around until he decided to just focus ahead, listening to the sounds around him. Really, he didn't have to search for long until he saw a familiar dragon trying to... Give flowers to a tree. So typical. Ignoring this, he made his way over to the blond teacher, a wolfish grin forming on his face as he neared. "Miss me?" He couldn't remember if the other teachers have witnessed him hunt before. Ah, well, there's a first time for everything, huh?