Mathias was, as usual, hanging out around the gym looking for somebody to fight...er...spar with. After the house cup had come to it's conclusion, he couldn't help but be incredibly disappointed with himself. The only thing he had done remotely well in was the obstacle course, and even then his score had been abysmal compared to many others. It was depressing, to think he had been attending the academy for this long and had not yet advanced, had not yet seemed to find where his true strengths resided, as was intended.
And now he had been told that as soon as he felt he was ready, he could move up a year at the academy. Around him, all the talk seemed to be of the graduates, of those who had finished their three year course and were now on their way to bigger things. But for him he was focused on this one small, thing. Small, but more important to him then anything else.
Was he ready? Could he truly consider himself to be worthy of moving up a year after how terribly he had done during the cup? All he could really think was that, no, he wasn't.
And so he was here, in the one place he thought could make him stronger, and worthy enough of being able to move on. He hadn't been there long, taking up his usual station near the doorway where he might be able to approach somebody on their way in, when instead somebody else approached him
A ghoul. Why was it always a ghoul?
Keeping his eyes firmly downcast (sorry, LW, he wasn't going to see those puppy dog eyes), he did catch sight of her hand at least and thrust out his darkly clawed one to clasp with hers.
"Very nice to be meeting you. I am named Mathias." He stated, though he didn't at all sound like he thought it was very nice, his voice taking on it's more grumpy and harsh tone. His words, while thickly accented, also seemed to be a bit distorted, as though he was having a little trouble speaking, almost like he was trying to talk around something in his mouth...
She might have noticed two fangs jutting down over his bottom lip. They had been growing, lately, as had his antlers, which were beginning to prong out at their top. It was good, it meant that
he was growing, though he had noticed very little difference in his height development, but getting used to the growth was taking some time.
"Talking vill not be necessary. I alvays vish to spar." He answered her, releasing her hand, and moving to go through the gym doors, assuming she would follow.
