On the Prowl ((Open RP, Akabane, Lower Halls))
A jackal knew its territory and kept watch over it to make sure others did not invade it. It wasn't anything conscious. It was a part of their nature to be territorial. They also preferred the edges between light and dark.
Akabane, also known as Dr. Jackal, was not particularly territorial. He did believe in knowing one's surroundings, though. The shadows he found friendly to his work and hobbies.
It was in pursuit of either of these that he was wandering the lower corridors of the school. He walked in measured steps, his hands in his pockets, his hat low on his head. He was not in a hurry to be anywhere, but he knew, or felt, there was something that might be worth his time within the dungeons of the school.
Every so often, he paused, his hand coming up to the crown of his hat, adjusting it slightly as he looked at a painting or a suit of amour. At one point, he tapped one of the suits, wondering briefly, if it would give his scalpels pause. But, would the noise the things were bound to make as the person within moved be worth the second or two extra they might live?
Akabane, also known as Dr. Jackal, was not particularly territorial. He did believe in knowing one's surroundings, though. The shadows he found friendly to his work and hobbies.
It was in pursuit of either of these that he was wandering the lower corridors of the school. He walked in measured steps, his hands in his pockets, his hat low on his head. He was not in a hurry to be anywhere, but he knew, or felt, there was something that might be worth his time within the dungeons of the school.
Every so often, he paused, his hand coming up to the crown of his hat, adjusting it slightly as he looked at a painting or a suit of amour. At one point, he tapped one of the suits, wondering briefly, if it would give his scalpels pause. But, would the noise the things were bound to make as the person within moved be worth the second or two extra they might live?