Blaidd Wulfguard

There was a stillness in Blaidd’s classroom, the kind that settled deep into the stone walls and lingered like a held breath. A quiet before the storm. Blaidd released a slow, heavy sigh as he leaned back in his chair, the wood giving a faint creak beneath his weight. For a brief moment, he closed his eyes, allowing himself to exist in the calm. This was the last uninterrupted minute he would be granted before the Academy erupted into motion—before footsteps thundered through corridors and voices filled the halls of Raya Lucaria like a rising tide.

He didn’t need to check his watch. A familiar faint jingle echoed across the grounds and carried the time. Class change. Blaidd straightened, opening his eyes as the stillness fractured into expectation. Pushing himself up from his chair, he rolled his shoulders once, already preparing for the flow of students..

Crossing the length of the classroom, Blaidd moved with practiced ease, stepping up two short stairs at a time toward the raised entryway. His tail swayed lazily behind him as it always did. At the double doors, he reached up with clawed fingers and slid the bolt free. The lock gave way with a solid click, and he pulled the heavy mahogany doors open just as a rush of movement filled the doorway.

A harpy student swooped in first, wings folding in neatly as she landed with barely a sound. “Mornin’, Professor Blaidd!” She squawked cheerfully, already skipping toward her seat as if the day had personally welcomed her. Blaidd’s ears twitched, and a small smile tugged at his muzzle. “Good morning,” He replied calmly, voice warm and even, watching to ensure her wings didn’t clip the doorway on the way in. Another student followed close behind, the soft clatter of keychains and dangling trinkets rattling from their bag as they passed. He remained standing in the wide hallway as more students filtered in, greeting each one with the same gentle smile and quiet acknowledgment.