What was that, yelling? Lydia pulled herself from her book with a look of confusion of worry. Someone had definitely been yelling and from what she could tell it was close. Now which way was it coming from? The shifter’s eyes narrowed, her ears shifting into a pair of fluffy dog ears to hear the commotion better. It wasn’t a difficult change but the ears felt unnatural on her head. That’s when she heard the person speak up again, suddenly growing worried as her new ears picked up on what was being said. It was in Raziel’s direction and it didn’t sound pleasant.
"Pick on someone your own size buddy."
Lydia quickly took off, her shoes pounding on the tile floors. She had a bad feeling this voice was talking to a particular dragon and if her hunch was correct then they were in danger. Raziel could be nice if you spoke dragon tongue and were very lucky but if you said the wrong thing, in any language, he could be inconsolable and temperamental. Her freshman year an upperclassman had decided to challenge him, or at least that’s how the proud creature had taken his teasing. That very student now has to walk around on a cane and had to teach himself how to write with his other arm for the year. He had broken his arm and permanently torn several ligaments in his leg. It wasn’t a pretty sight but the bully had gotten what he deserved, he had provoked something a lot stronger than he’d ever be, and it had struck him down.
However she didn’t want this person to make the same mistake and seeing as the halls here were empty, save her and this new voice, there was no one else to stop the fool from being killed.