Midnight blue hair hung lazily just below the shoulders, kept in a loose braid. His emerald eyes gleamed in the pale moonlight as he flexed his obsidian feathered wings. He went down to a kneeling position, his wings folded on him, making it appear as if he had a feathered cape. He just spent the past few hours practicing his forms.
It was then that a blue skinned, red haired woman wearing an odd, white dress walked up, staring at the boy with her unearthly yellow eyes.
"Ross, you should get some rest, your classes start tomorrow. And it wouldn't due to get on the bad side of your new principle." The woman told him, shifting into the form of the principle of Bayville High, Raven Darkholme.
"Didn't know that you cared that much about me, Mystique." Ross said standing and walking up to Mystique. His face turned to a grimace as his wings faded into his shoulder blades.
"I care for you as a student, I was your teacher after all," came Mystique's smooth reply.
"Whatever," Ross muttered, "I'm going to take a shower, then going to bed. I'll be in your office at eight sharp." Ross started the minor trek up a hill and into the Brotherhood's boarding house.
Mystique stood watching her student enter the house. "He is doing well, don't you agree?" Her voice called out.
"Yes, but his loyalty is still an undeterminable factor. How do you think he will react to seeing his sister after four years of separation?" the voice was coming from a transparent image of a man wearing a full suit of armor with a cape.
"Honestly? I have no clue. Either she might join us, or he joins them. But his hatred for Wolverine is outstandingly strong." Mystique answered.
"We must play on his hatred to keep him with us. You have done an excellent job in training him these last four years." The image told her.
The front door to the house flew open as Todd Tolanski, better known as Toad, was thrown out wearing only a towel.
"When I say get out of the shower, maybe next time you'll listen." Ross said, a subtle threat was laced into the tone he was using. It was the same tone Mystique often used when she was angry.
"It seems your influence goes beyond the martial arts," the image dead panned. "Let me know how his first day goes, to many troubles and you pull him out.'
"Understood." Mystique said curtly. "Let's hope it won't come to that though." She thought out loud.