Hallway
Attachment leads to jealousy. The shadow of greed that is. Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.- Yoda
[color= plum]
Haldir looked at his schedule, it was time for villain history and skills. That class would help him gain power, something he had always desired. He adjusted the sword on his back and commenced ambulating, in search for the class. Determinately reaches a class that had a dark aurora he ceased and entered the class. The class certainly lived up to its name.It emitted a dark, gloomy and frighteningly eerie scent. His favorite type of scent, the dark gave him comfort. He turned to the teacher, the teacher wore a black hood that covered most of its face and body. Their presence would have been terrifying to most, but honestly it was amusing. As if they were trying to look intimating and mysterious, Haldir looked at it like as an epic fail. To him, the teacher just looked amusing more than scary. " greetings." He said as the teacher stepped away from the shadows. The teacher gave him a look before saying “This is Villain History and Skills. Don’t expect a ‘welcome’ from me. You’ll soon find, similar to my classroom, I am anything but welcoming.” Haldir stood there with an aloof expression on his face, before rolling his eyes when the teacher told said to address them as ‘your darkness’ and going to find a seat. Finding a seat, Haldir opened his textbook. He could finish this in a day. With this in mind he started reading the book, stopping each time to read the words carefully. All seemed to go well until the teacher grabbed a kitsune girl who tried to hug him. Haldir cringed at this, she looked nice- but then again looks do not determine personality. And Haldir has never been one to jump into conclusions, learning that could lead into a some problematic effect and making his enemies having the upper hand against him. Analyzing was always what he did, never underestimating anyone but instead he tended to overestimate his enemies, as it caused him to behave more ‘brutal’ in his fights and not having to worry that he underestimated them to much. But then again the girl tried to hug someone, and gods know how much Haldir hated hugs. It was a sign of kindness and Haldir thought of kindness as weak, he hated people who were to kind. It reminded him of a certain someone. He also hated hugs, except if it came from his younger sister. Her hugs were acceptable but from anyone else, he would have their heads for daring to commit such an offense.
[/color]
Haldir blew a strand of pale blonde hair from his handsome face.
.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑ ̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑ ̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑ ̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑ ̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑ ̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑ ̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑ ̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑ ̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑ ̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑ ̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑ ̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑ ̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑**.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑ ̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑
Approachable