Post by Marc Streampaw on Sept 22, 2007 1:07:57 GMT -5
Marc sniffed the ground. Yes, the smell was still there among the burnt ground and magic after-scent. He looked back over his shoulder, tongue lolling in a happy fashion, but not a sound did he make, out loud.
I found it! He's here, alright, he thought to the girl in black behind him. Most anyone else could never have spotted her, but the Lycan pup had the sharp senses of his kind. More than that he knew the girl would follow him, for finding their target was so very important for both of them.
Hurry hurry! Your homework needs doing, we haven't all night thought Marc swishing his tail impatiently. He bounded silently to the top of the crypt stairs.
He is down here, I am sure of it . . . and despite all the dead smelling stuff, I am sure he is alive.
Last Edit: Apr 17, 2008 16:30:41 GMT -5 by Marc Streampaw
Post by Professor O'Conner on Sept 22, 2007 1:12:17 GMT -5
I am hurrying! Thought Ashelle to the Lycan boy. Stealth isn't second nature to some of us you know . . . anything I know I've learned through hard work. She moved like a shadow, hardly making more sound than the Lycan who was her companion . . . unfortunately moving so quietly slowed her down. She at last made it to the mouth of what was left of the crypt.
Ugh! It's creepy and dark down there, I sure wish we could use a light, she thought. However they'd already talked about this. Light was a dead give away, and it would be a waste of time to be discovered. Ashelle grabbed the Lycan boy's scruff, and they both descended into the complete darkness of the creepy crypt.
Even Lycans couldn't see in such darkness, all they had to guide them was touch, smell and hearing. Ashelle was lucky to have someone who was great at the last two, and the Lycan was indeed lucky to have a Witch who's sense of touch was -indeed- better than his.
Post by Marc Streampaw on Sept 22, 2007 1:15:07 GMT -5
We are close, I can hear him breathing. He is alone the wall to your left . . . he should be able to hear us Mind Speaking unless he is sleeping. Mark lowered his tail to show respect for the Great Lycan on the wall - not that he could be seen but he wanted there to be no mistake later.
Let your hand touch the wall, he should be about ten feet ahead of us now. Marc slowed down, sniffing to make sure he had the distance right. If he is so bad why does he not speak to us or tell us to leave? Marc wondered to the girl.
Marc wondered what the Great Lycan looked like right now. He seemed so different in all the tales told, especially the new ones told by Ashelle and the other students and teachers. Could he be more of a shape-shifter than the common Lycan? If so that why should he stay chained on the wall?
Post by Professor O'Conner on Sept 22, 2007 1:20:02 GMT -5
OOC: God-Modded with permission from Marc Streampaw
IC: Ashelle did a strange thing then. She cleared her throat in her mind . . . it was comforting for her to mind speak like she would normally speak. Ahem, Mr. Fenrir? I am here on behalf of this Lycan Pup beside me. He -and I- are in a bit of trouble. I suppose I should let him explain.
Ashelle stood and kept her thought to herself while Marc explained the situation. He told the same story to Fenrir as he had to her, choking up in all the same places, lamenting the death of the younger pups as well as the hunting party and his mother.
When he was done Ashelle patted his shoulders to comfort him. So you see Mr. Fenrir we were hoping you'd want to help us . . . Even if it is only because we are presently on the same side as you. Don't get me wrong, I want to do things by the book and obey the law, but sometimes bad people change good laws so they no longer uphold the rights of the innocents. If such happens to be the case, that is where you'd come in. Are you with us?
Ashelle was planning on helping Fenrir down even if he refused to help them . . . as long as he promised to not hurt them. However if he did help them Ashelle had a little reward in store for him. All the reading she'd done about hormones and puberty magic would not be in vain after all . . . even thought she’d never found what she wanted for herself.
Now there was something new: two beings were groping around in the dark, searching for the big bad wolf. Such a touching and tender moment to be treasured, but the lycan that was chained up wasn't overtly pleased with the fact that people had come to the Cyrpt. Because from his weakened state of body and mind, he could barely notice whether or not the beings approaching him where masculine or feminine, but he did know that they were humans. Which could've meant one of two things: Azrael had finally decided to come and gloat over his newest prize, or Talon might've been tipped off by Azrael and sent in to finish the job. Either way things to be promising for a rough night.
And then all previous pretentsions changed when he heard a mildly familiar voice. 'Rainier...', came Fenrir thoughts, nearly as weak as he currently felt but still rimmed with an iron will, 'You come here seeking me why?' And he got himself an answer. The other person with her was not a human, but a fellow lycan and not even an adolusecent: she called him a pup. However Ashelle stopped and the pup took over, telling him what horrid fate happened upon his pack. Hearing that tale was too much for Fenrir to bear any longer. The entire time a fire began growing in his eyes, the look of a missing piece of his life entering once more, and he surged forward against the chains that held him in place with a roar!
But alas, he was still too weak and the chains were magically sealed otherwise he would've been long gone beforehand. After the red-head asked him to help them deal with the evil in men's hearts the lycan gave her his reply. "Help me to break these chains young one and I shall unleash my wrath, enough to match the fury of the Plagues. Once you release me: stay out of my way and I'll deal with these degenerate scum."
Post by Professor O'Conner on Sept 22, 2007 14:40:15 GMT -5
Ashelle made the first noise -besides Fenrir's roar- to be heard in the crypt for quite some time. She slapped her forehead with her hand in frustration. I knew this wouldn't work, she thought to Marc. I told you he was too unpredictable and that he wouldn't listen to either of us no matter how bad the story of woe. Still they were here, and Ashelle was no fool. She knew better than to look a gift Lycan in mouth, especially when he was angry . . . and Fenrir.
Marc, stand behind me against the wall, this shouldn't take too long. Unfortunately she was wrong about that. It took a good half-hour of whispered spells to find the one that finally released the magical chains from the wall. Wow, thought Ashelle to the two of them (though she was pretty sure Fenrir for one wouldn't listen), I wasn't even sure I was pronouncing that last one correctly. I got it out of an old book in my father's collection. At any rate, is there anything else we can do for you Mr. Fenrir? I have a few healing potions in my pocket, if you need them.
Post by Marc Streampaw on Sept 22, 2007 14:53:23 GMT -5
OOC: Marc is actually 13. Ashelle calls him pup because she is unaware of what he would be called in his pack at his age. Marc doesn't mind that she calls him pup because it makes him feel more secure and cared for.
IC: What didn't work? asked Marc bewildered. He said he would help us. Does it really matter that he wishes to help us in his own way? Mark received no answer but was told to stand behind the girl on the wall which he did dutifully,though he wasn't sure why she asked it. What is the Great Wolf going to turn into a whirlwind once they let him loose?
Ashelle then told the Great Wolf that getting him down would not take too long but it seemed to take hours and hours. Eventually however the chains did fall away and disappear into nothing judging by the lack of sound they made when they did not hit the floor. Ashelle then offered some potions to make the Great Wolf feel better.
Potions may not taste good but Miss Ashelle's potions always worked very well. If there is ever any way we can help you to fulfill your mission please let us know. 'The hunt will only succeed when everyone works together.' Quoted Marc of his pack's store of wisdom.
'Mr. Fenrir...you know I kinda like that name. It's got a certain amount of dignity to it and sounds perfect for what I intend to do when I'm free from these confines.' thought Fenrir more to himself than to the others before him. Well he'd really didn't have much to say to these youngsters anyway: he never really had a knack for manners. Still they were getting him out of there, and he in return would be off to crack some skulls. That was a good enough thank you, right? The muscles beneath his skin rippled as he still continued to squirm beneath the chains as Ashelle tried spell after spell.
It felt like an eternity before the weight holding him in place was removed and the lycan toppled forward onto his knees. He thought that he had more strength than that still in his bones, but apparently Talon's lightening blast had taken more out of him than he had originally hoped. Flexing his arms and wiggling his fingers to get the blood circulating again once more, the black-haired man paid attention to what the girl and her lycan friend had to say. They would be in for a rude reply unfortunately: Fenrir would no longer accept help from humanity after the final betrayal from Talon Windwaltz. Now that they had betrayed each other an equal amount of times, sometimes for survival or in different alliances, Fenrir had had enough of trying. The wise words from the Crypt had fallen on a human's deaf ears and now they would bear the stigma Windwaltz had given them.
'I do not require any wizarding rubbish from you Rainier. I will recover after my own fashion and you will start seeing results within days. Just don't get in my way, and if you don't mind me killing humans: we'll get along quite pleasantly,' came Fenrir's thoughts sternly into the younger being's mind. Deciding to test his leg strength, the wolfman slowly rose to his feet and barely managed to stand under his own power. Things could've been worse: he could've fallen.
"Soon fires will be licking the corpses of those that have done these things and a new banner will have arisen from the ashes. I will slaughter all that oppose me and spare only those that prostrate themselves before my knees in supplication. Oh and one word to the wise lycan of clan Streampaw," said the older lycan as he began walking off into the night past the two youthful crusaders.
"Working with a pack is only good when you have one." And with that Fenris Fenrir disappeared into the night a free lycan. The last thing that was heard of him was a mighty howl that could be heard from the University to Drakborough: the Great Lycan was once more on the Hunt.
Post by Father Fernando on Sept 23, 2007 14:34:39 GMT -5
The Church had awaited this night for a very long time... At last, the Great Lycan was out in the open, and they would find and kill the beast. Father Fernando, a well trained hunter of the Black Forest Church had been on patrol of the school grounds, keeping an eye and ear out for the return of the Great Lycan, and when he saw the lycan boy and the stupid girl moving towards the last place the Great Lycan had been spotted, he moved silently behind them, masking his scent with magic.
He considered stopping the foolish girl from freeing the beast, but he did not want to risk himself. Once the beast was gone, the Father would be ready to take the girl and lycan into custody, then have his way with them... His own special way with them...
As soon as Fenris was gone, the Church Father took his wand from his clergy robes and, with a pop, appeared directly behind the student girl.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" He cried out, his wand at point blank range. Disarm the traitorous human and then he could easily gain control of the lycan boy.
"You are under arrest, as well as the lycan, for freeing one of the most wanted men in Spain! On the ground, both of you! And, you filthy mutt, show your true face! Your human one!"
Post by Professor O'Conner on Sept 23, 2007 15:58:09 GMT -5
Ashelle was so shocked by the sudden (and much too accurate) apparition of the stranger, she did what she had always dreamed of doing to the boys who'd accused her of burning down her first Orphanage. Clasping her hands as if to return a Vollyball she whirled around and crashed her double fists right into the mans right hand temple. This would have sent him flying much as her wand had been except for the stone wall directly to the left of both of them.
Though Fenrir had left quite unceremoniously, and unfortunately announced that Marc was in the crypt with him, this odd man still had no idea she was there for sure, for it was still pitch black and she and Marc had yet to make a sound . . . they both had spoken in Lycan MindSpeak the entire time. Hopefully he would be so rattled, he would be unsure who of the two Lycans had hit him.
Marc, can you fetch my wand for me? Ashelle asked in MindSpeak. She was still quite incredulous as to what she'd just done. Try and be quick about it, then escape to the forest. I am not sure if it is safe for you to be with me anymore. Whatever happens, don't let Fenrir convince you to kill anything you ought not to kill. He may be wanted, but you are innocent. We can't allow that to change.
Post by Marc Streampaw on Sept 23, 2007 16:13:43 GMT -5
Marc was sorely afraid of the shouting human, but Ashelle's words in his mind calmed him. Quickly he went to fetch her wand . . . an easy task for it still bore her scent.
What that man asked made no sense. Marc complained My true form is this one, I was born a wolf and I only learned to transform at 6 months. He must not be a Hunter if he doesn't know that!
He returned to where Ashelle stood trembling and gently nosed her hand so that she would feel her wand. Once she'd took it from him he led her out of the Crypt up the stairs and out into the surrounding graveyard.
Must I really lave you? I don't want to go . . . You make me feel safe and give me hope.
Last Edit: Sept 23, 2007 17:51:32 GMT -5 by Marc Streampaw
Post by Professor O'Conner on Sept 23, 2007 16:39:40 GMT -5
OOC: Godmod of Marc by permission.
IC: Perhaps not a Hunter . . . but he might be an Auror, which might be worse in this situation, replied Ashelle silently, taking her wand in her hand. Then against her better judgment she let Marc lead her out of the Crypt.
I should impede his movements in some way she thought to herself. But before she could think Marc was asking if he really must leave her.
Yes you must. They apparently know more than I thought, not only that you found me but that I have been sheltering you. Our only hope now is that the forest is really as impenetrable as they claim and that you are really as good at hiding as you claim. Now run quickly to the forest and don't be seen! I will come see you during Care of Magical Creatures when I can, but don't ever come to the same place to wait for me . . . if you sense danger, don't come at all! If I don't come, find Mr. Fenrir, but DON'T get involved in his schemes. Quickly, go now! There was no reply, but Marc soon disappeared, running quickly and silently though the underbrush.
Ashelle turned to go, but then stopped. She quickly turned and swung the large metal door of the crypt closed . . . then locked it magically. Might not hold him . . . but it will slow him, if he happens to try to use the stairs. It would be quite some time before he woke up - who ever he was. Perhaps he hadn't been able to see her in the dark, but she in turn hadn't ever seen his face either. Well, she supposed that didn't matter. She had heard his voice, and the words burned in her brain.
Till we meet again . . . hopefully it won't be too soon. She thought, and quickly ran up to the castle, sneaking back up to the Gryffindor tower without incident.
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
Nov 6, 2019 0:02:30 GMT -5
Willow_lazy: why tf are there 400 posts about adidas
Sept 6, 2018 17:35:57 GMT -5
Azrael: I'm not hard to find, since I'm the only one there who goes by "Azzy", I'm pretty sure. XD
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:41 GMT -5
Azrael: Dunno if anyone still pops by here from time to time, but if any of you mofos do and still feel like gettin' yo nerd on, I've been hanging around this here place a bunch recently: www.roleplayerguild.com/
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:10 GMT -5
Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
Jul 25, 2016 5:16:43 GMT -5