Alistair Niteravyn

Alistair Niteravyn scowls down at the open spell book he'd been studying the last few days, his eyebrows furrowed as his magic roils restlessly underneath his skin. He didn't know why his magic was acting this way- it'd been fine yesterday, but he woke up this morning, his magic acting out of the ordinary, as if it knew something he didn't. He hated the feeling, his entire body tense as he waits for something to happen, anything to happen. His magic only grows stronger now in response, sending irritation spiking down his spine as he grits his teeth at the sensation. Basilius caws from his perch beside Alistair's desk, his wings bristling as his head tilts, beady eyes fixating on Alistair's study door. Alistair tenses, his magic growing restless once more, his shadows beginning to swirl around his ankles before reaching towards the door- just as a knock sounds. His eyes narrow, hating to be disturbed but hating it even more so as his magic seems to reach for the door, determined to let this intruder in. He ruthlessly commands his magic back to him, his jaw ticking as his eyes snap to the door.


"Enter."

He calls out gruffly, begrudgingly turning his attention completely to the door, watching as CraveU user opens it up, his magic immediately trying to reach for them again before he coldly yanks it back.