Open RP ~Lynal, photographs and a pink, lacy tutu

Lynal woke up to find himself on the floor. His head felt fuzzy, his bones ached.

What had happened?

The teacher's last most recent memory was blurred, slowly coming back to him.
Wobbily, Lynal rose from the ground, clutching his head. He really didn't feel focused at all.
Maybe he slipped over something? Maybe he inhaled some of the chemicals he uses to mount his heads and stuffed animals? Or maybe...?

"Rose!"

Part of his memory had slowly caught up with him: Rose had pinned him down, using her combat skills, facing a mirror after they had an argument about her peacock of a boyfriend being offended by the peacock head he possessed over the mirror.

Seriously, doesn't she know how long it takes to hunt such a fine specimen, and to call it gross?

The next part of the memory caught up with the first.

I tried to bite her? I tried to bite a blasted student! Maybe she deserved it but if anyone finds out I'm-

Lynal hesitated. His heart stopped. His mouth dropped.

"What in Lord's name has happened to my works of art!" Lynal growled as his sight finally focused up.

Fur, pellets and various chemicals lay on the floor, mangled. Every head, every stuffed creature was sabotaged, laying all together in what looked like a torn battle ground.

Noticing a trail of peacock feathers, Lynal made his way to a ruined peacock head covered in tooth marks. Fang marks.

That Rose must of gotten back at me for earlier, wait till I get my hands on that little brat- Sweet mother of Da Vinci's aunt!!! What, I, GAK?!

His eyes widened as he approached a wall, his mouth gaping. He stood there staring at a piece of shiny paper that was blue tacked onto the wall. He gasped in horror as he realised there were more, photographs as he now let himself realise, scattered across his whole classroom.

He had found the culprit. He wished he hadn't.

The photographs were of a grey wolf with a black goatee, dancing and twirling and chewing around the class room...

...him.

But that wasn't all. Round his hips was a tutu. A pink, lacey tutu. A pink, lacey tutu wearing wolf, who's face looked like it was enjoying it. Enjoying it!
In one of them, his tongue was right up against the camera lens. Just like a friendly puppy having a rough and tumble around a puppy play area.

Lynal started to blush, bright red.
Suddenly his heart skipped a beat....

Someone had just come through his door....