The night was clear, crisp, cool, and silent. So, naturally, Kynn was completely incapable of sleep. It was hunting weather, and even after the time spent in the Academy, he still had the occasional withdrawal problem. It was the tamed behaviour - he couldn\'t hold it for very long. Who are they to hold back their true nature? He thought, but tried to keep it from his Tutors - it\'d only bring them to know of his true plans once he became a Master. And believe you me, the Academy would be in just as much trouble as the rest of civilization.
So, to vent, Kynn wandered the corridors and grounds, looking like he was in a trance. To be honest, he was tracking... well... he didn\'t know what exactly. The traces were faint, and probably misleading, but he followed them anyway, eventually figuring that they were heading to the Arenas after loosing the trail in the outside part of the grounds. Kynn was sprinting there once he decided on it, eager for the combat that he\'d hopefully find. He was able to cancel out his need to actually kill, and the unfortunate ramifications afterwards. He didn\'t have his fighting claws, thankfully (at least in his opinion), so he probably would have an interesting fight on his hands.
A little further... just a little bit... his mind was telling him, over and over, as he ran. He stopped outside the arenas for a moment, thinking, before going straight back into his run. He was too excited to stop now. He was running full pelt into the open area to find...
...
...
Nothing!
Kynn groaned. Great, just great! If he didn\'t get a fight into him by the end of the night he\'d probably snap and maul someone during the morning lessons. And he knew he still wasn\'t likely to be able to sleep. Especially after getting so worked up.
So he waited, pacing back and forth, eventually taking a seat. He would wait for as long as it took.
