Post by Roan on Apr 13, 2006 18:51:05 GMT -5
After a rather short stay in hell of a kind, a normal person would be glad to be home, amoung friends and those who cared about them. A normal person would try and forget the memory of that aweful place, or at least accept it. A normal person would try to regain the normal life and routine. They would heal, and possibly forgive. But Roan was not a normal person in the least, and there was not one drop of forgivness in her angry heart. There was no sesne of normalcy. either. It was like someone had taken her life and tangled it up and she couldnt make high or low of it. All there was in her mind was a constant replay and memory of all the wrong done to her, and all the mistakes she herslef had made. Nothing was going right at the moment, and from this point on, itw as unlikely anything would ever go right again. There were only so many times someone could be messed with, pushed over the line, driven to anger and fury before that was what they focused on. And that was what Roan was at. Since she had returned and been given time to think all she thought about was revenge, and the memories of her assaults.
Because she would never forget those.
The Hufflepuff was on a walk and had been on one for a few hours. THe girl had been restless lately, she wanted to do something about all of these problmes but didnt know what. Roan went to the library and checked out several book son different magical artforms and other ways to fight, and those were tucked in a bag at her side. Her appearance had changed since the Diadem incident. Of course the girl still wore dark, raven black robes, these were of a really light material though, and spelled for total silence. The robes cut off at her arms, on which there was new items. Normall she wore them bare, but since she had started new combat things, and her torture, new materials had been acquired. There was a black leather bracer on her right arm from wrist to elbow, and there was a black glove on that hand as well. It was stiched with white symbols, and the material held a constant chill on it. The whole bracer had taken Roan a day and a night to create, but it was a blessing. While in Diadem, Syrus had covered that arm with molten metal and it had eaten away at skin and flesh, leaving only bone from elbow down before he restored it. Though it had been healed before, when Roan went through lapses where she remembered her torture, the girl could feel the heat and smell the burning of flesh,. So she made the bracer which counteracted the heat so it wouldnt plague her when memories needed to be revistied.
The girl's bright face showed several signs of wear, it wasnt as bright and alive, but it wasnt dull either. THer was a certain shadow to all of it, right up to her hazel eyes. Yes, there was that angry fire in them, it was stronger then ever these days. But there were shadows inthem too, a new anger and darkness. It was like something had died in the girl, or something was surpressed by those angry memories. It was also apparent in the way Roan held herself as she walked up to the large tomb that held Salazar Slytherin, the one who had founded their school. The girl now held herself with more poise, more purpose, with her head held higher. Roan kept her hands down by her side and itw as obvious she was tense. There was a new wand in a case at her belt at her left, and a dagger with a plain black hilt at her right. Both weapons in case someone was stupid enough to attack her at that morning. She passed the numerous tombs of students and others layed to rest, not passing a glance at the names. These people were dead, and someday, possibly soon, she would be too. Once they were dead, it didnt matter anymore. Death would come quicker for others, and once it came, they were gone. That was it. Slowly but surely, Roan found the tomb she was looking for, the grand tomb of Salazar Slytherin.
The girl had been torn before about this matter. She had been placed in Hufflepuff for how loyal she was to those around her. Roan would die rather then see someone she knew fall to death itself, or any form of harm. But she had bravery and was smart, though she had not been placed in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw for them, her loyalty had been too strong. The girl never thought she had a connection to the house of Slytherin, but thinking lately, that was where she truly belonged. It had taken her a few days to realize that the Slytherins werent necessarily evil, just ambitious, and used every single means necessary. Wasnt that what she was doing since she had now renewed her oath against Fenris, and now swore one against Syrus? Roan never really looked towards any of the founders with any real liking or respect, not even Helga. But now, now she realized that she revered Salazar Slytherin for what he stood for, and came to stand in the presence of his crypt, of his tomb. The girl approached it, no emotion in her eyes, but wonder in her heart that she could stand by this, with someone she respected now. Roan should have been placed in Slytherin, not Hufflepuff.
Roan kneeled down for a moment in front of the tomb, with nobody else near her, there was no issue with this. Her black robes made no noise, not even her boots did on the floor. Brown curls were tumbling down her back, and moved ever slightly against the fabric as she raised herself and crossed her arms in front of the tomb. There was pondering and thoughts behind her hazel eyes as she stared upon the last resting place of a dead man. So much had changed since Diadem, and it was coming down to a few trivial days and moments here that would decide who Roan was for the rest of her life. Pain had become a way of life now, and she needed to train to fulfill her oaths and make herself whole again. Since the recovery she hadnt seen anyone, save the ones who visited her in the Hospital Wing. She had kept away from everyone, unable to face them with what she was feeling. It was like pure hatred and anger welling up inside of her, something she couldnt control, something she didnt want to feel. But it was there, and it was consuming Roan, and everything about her. Soon she wouldnt see good in people, soon she wouldnt see any light in life. Just pain and darkness.
Roan closed her eyes for a few moments, still in thought standing before the tomb of the ambitious man. She hadnt been like this, it was actually only a few months since the aggressive nature took over. She had been quiet and meek, and with books as her only friends. Now she was ready to kill people for the sake of redeeming herself. She had been small then, now she had a stronger form and body, and just looking at her face and into her eyes, you could tell that there was no meekness in this girl anymore. It was all taken over by fire and flame, and now, by shadow. The Hufflepuff just seemed darker, and seethed with anger. And it was unnatural, it was like the good part of her that had been respected and cared for by friends, was gone. It was dead, and it wasnt coming back. Syrus and Fenris had seen to that. Some say change was for the better, this one wasnt.
But what had moved in to replace the part of her that was now dead and gone now that she had been through too much? It was like shadow and fear, and anger. Fury, hot like fire, something that ran in her very veins. Ambition, the reason why she now stood in front of this tomb. Sorrow and Mourning, for her old self and for her friends, and for what she had gone through. Confusion. All were present like a toxic cloud that worked its way into her lungs and the rest of her body, killing all the light, the laughter, the honesty, the pity, until there was nothing else there but that. Would her friends even recognize her when they saw her, or talked to her? What would they think when they saw how different Roan was, and would they accept her anymore? She hadnt considered that, but it really didnt matter at the time. All that mattered was justice and revenge. And those thoughts passed, the Hufflepuff opened her hazel eyes and found herself looking upon the tomb once again. There was more to all this, it was complex. For while Roan had been solitary, she hadnt been death. In the week since she woke up, she had gleaned more information about what had happened. Namely, the attack on Drakborough.
The rumors had a strange effect on Roan. She had heard that the attack was led on by a certain Society of Shadows. The stories about their powers would have stunned many people and made them shake their heads. The Prefect found a bit of intruige and comfort. The manner of how they moved, using shadows, was a gift to hear about. It was how her kidnapper, Syrus Korodin, had moved in their time together. It was enough that the girl knew she had to research the Society, for if she could find them, then she might be able to find Syrus, for his face was burned into her memory and not even a strong memory charm would be able to remove it. If Roan lost everything, even the way to remember her own name, Syrus's and Fenris's faces would still be there, and she would still have her chance for revenge. The attack on Drakborough, apart from giving her a small chance for hope, like one star in an eternal black night, gave her a sense of anger. These people dared to attack the wizarding world, and students had participated. Also, someone had been kidnapped, and the rumors were it was Hayzie Roberts, her friend and employer. That was too far.
Roan's hands clenched into fists as she thought about it. Her school was in danger again it seemed, and she would be taking it onto herself, if nobody was to act and they were just going to sit around and talk about what to do, to take out at least some of the threat even if she died trying. Though she found no light in her heart for her friends, she would still not let a single person fall to harm while she was able to fight. Too many people had seen suffering, it was time for all of it to stop, and Roan wanted to deliver that message to some people firsthand. Her hands unclenched and her chin was held a little higher. Tears threatened to come to her eyes, but were kept at bay, she didnt cry anymore, no pain, no anger, no sorrow was worth her tears. The enemy had enough of that satisfaction, it was high time she took it from them.
With another glance at the tomb where Salazar Slytherin was held, Roan reached down with her hand with the glove on it and drew her dagger from her waist, the dark handle emitting no shine. She opened her other palm in front of her, in front of the tomb, and there was no emotion on her face as she cut a long line on her palm to her elbow, thin and shallow, but so blood welled to the surface. The Hufflepuff sheathed the knife with blood on the blade, clenched the cut fist and let the blood slowly run on her skin. "I swear here and now in blood, before the tomb of the founder of my school Salazar Slytherin that I will uphold my oaths against the tyrants who have dared to come before me in a hostile manner, and that they will pay with justice for their crimes. I swear that as long as someone is near me and needs my help, I will not allow them to come to harm while there is a breath in my body. I swear that I will protect my school and home against this oncoming evil. I swear I will lay down my life if it will better the chances of others around me living a healthier and safer life. I swear now in blood, and should I be forsworn, let me be reminded with the coming of my own death. So mote it be." She said in a harsh and loud voice that echoed in the crypt.
The droplets of blood did not hit the stone floor of the crypt, but rather dissappeared with each passing word, slowing and seemingly faded into darkness. And when she finished her blood oath so that she would now uphold it, all the blood streaming down her arm vanished, and the cut sealed itself with a long scar from the middle of her palm, up to her elbow, a reminder of her oath that she had now taken. Roan passed another glance at the tomb she was in front of. Words were spoken, blood was paid. And now she was different, and this was who she was now. A broken soul. A broken body. A broken heart. And all the cracks filled in with anger, shadow, darkness, and oaths.
OOC: Anyone dare the post? Pwease?....
Because she would never forget those.
Angels in flight.
A sanctuary. My sanctuary. Yeah.
Where fears and lies melt away.
Music will tie.
What's left of me.
What's left of me?
A sanctuary. My sanctuary. Yeah.
Where fears and lies melt away.
Music will tie.
What's left of me.
What's left of me?
The Hufflepuff was on a walk and had been on one for a few hours. THe girl had been restless lately, she wanted to do something about all of these problmes but didnt know what. Roan went to the library and checked out several book son different magical artforms and other ways to fight, and those were tucked in a bag at her side. Her appearance had changed since the Diadem incident. Of course the girl still wore dark, raven black robes, these were of a really light material though, and spelled for total silence. The robes cut off at her arms, on which there was new items. Normall she wore them bare, but since she had started new combat things, and her torture, new materials had been acquired. There was a black leather bracer on her right arm from wrist to elbow, and there was a black glove on that hand as well. It was stiched with white symbols, and the material held a constant chill on it. The whole bracer had taken Roan a day and a night to create, but it was a blessing. While in Diadem, Syrus had covered that arm with molten metal and it had eaten away at skin and flesh, leaving only bone from elbow down before he restored it. Though it had been healed before, when Roan went through lapses where she remembered her torture, the girl could feel the heat and smell the burning of flesh,. So she made the bracer which counteracted the heat so it wouldnt plague her when memories needed to be revistied.
The girl's bright face showed several signs of wear, it wasnt as bright and alive, but it wasnt dull either. THer was a certain shadow to all of it, right up to her hazel eyes. Yes, there was that angry fire in them, it was stronger then ever these days. But there were shadows inthem too, a new anger and darkness. It was like something had died in the girl, or something was surpressed by those angry memories. It was also apparent in the way Roan held herself as she walked up to the large tomb that held Salazar Slytherin, the one who had founded their school. The girl now held herself with more poise, more purpose, with her head held higher. Roan kept her hands down by her side and itw as obvious she was tense. There was a new wand in a case at her belt at her left, and a dagger with a plain black hilt at her right. Both weapons in case someone was stupid enough to attack her at that morning. She passed the numerous tombs of students and others layed to rest, not passing a glance at the names. These people were dead, and someday, possibly soon, she would be too. Once they were dead, it didnt matter anymore. Death would come quicker for others, and once it came, they were gone. That was it. Slowly but surely, Roan found the tomb she was looking for, the grand tomb of Salazar Slytherin.
My heart's a battleground
The girl had been torn before about this matter. She had been placed in Hufflepuff for how loyal she was to those around her. Roan would die rather then see someone she knew fall to death itself, or any form of harm. But she had bravery and was smart, though she had not been placed in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw for them, her loyalty had been too strong. The girl never thought she had a connection to the house of Slytherin, but thinking lately, that was where she truly belonged. It had taken her a few days to realize that the Slytherins werent necessarily evil, just ambitious, and used every single means necessary. Wasnt that what she was doing since she had now renewed her oath against Fenris, and now swore one against Syrus? Roan never really looked towards any of the founders with any real liking or respect, not even Helga. But now, now she realized that she revered Salazar Slytherin for what he stood for, and came to stand in the presence of his crypt, of his tomb. The girl approached it, no emotion in her eyes, but wonder in her heart that she could stand by this, with someone she respected now. Roan should have been placed in Slytherin, not Hufflepuff.
Roan kneeled down for a moment in front of the tomb, with nobody else near her, there was no issue with this. Her black robes made no noise, not even her boots did on the floor. Brown curls were tumbling down her back, and moved ever slightly against the fabric as she raised herself and crossed her arms in front of the tomb. There was pondering and thoughts behind her hazel eyes as she stared upon the last resting place of a dead man. So much had changed since Diadem, and it was coming down to a few trivial days and moments here that would decide who Roan was for the rest of her life. Pain had become a way of life now, and she needed to train to fulfill her oaths and make herself whole again. Since the recovery she hadnt seen anyone, save the ones who visited her in the Hospital Wing. She had kept away from everyone, unable to face them with what she was feeling. It was like pure hatred and anger welling up inside of her, something she couldnt control, something she didnt want to feel. But it was there, and it was consuming Roan, and everything about her. Soon she wouldnt see good in people, soon she wouldnt see any light in life. Just pain and darkness.
Roan closed her eyes for a few moments, still in thought standing before the tomb of the ambitious man. She hadnt been like this, it was actually only a few months since the aggressive nature took over. She had been quiet and meek, and with books as her only friends. Now she was ready to kill people for the sake of redeeming herself. She had been small then, now she had a stronger form and body, and just looking at her face and into her eyes, you could tell that there was no meekness in this girl anymore. It was all taken over by fire and flame, and now, by shadow. The Hufflepuff just seemed darker, and seethed with anger. And it was unnatural, it was like the good part of her that had been respected and cared for by friends, was gone. It was dead, and it wasnt coming back. Syrus and Fenris had seen to that. Some say change was for the better, this one wasnt.
Angels in flight.
A sanctuary. My sanctuary. Yeah.
Where fears and lies melt away.
Music will tie.
What's left of me.
What's left of me?
A sanctuary. My sanctuary. Yeah.
Where fears and lies melt away.
Music will tie.
What's left of me.
What's left of me?
But what had moved in to replace the part of her that was now dead and gone now that she had been through too much? It was like shadow and fear, and anger. Fury, hot like fire, something that ran in her very veins. Ambition, the reason why she now stood in front of this tomb. Sorrow and Mourning, for her old self and for her friends, and for what she had gone through. Confusion. All were present like a toxic cloud that worked its way into her lungs and the rest of her body, killing all the light, the laughter, the honesty, the pity, until there was nothing else there but that. Would her friends even recognize her when they saw her, or talked to her? What would they think when they saw how different Roan was, and would they accept her anymore? She hadnt considered that, but it really didnt matter at the time. All that mattered was justice and revenge. And those thoughts passed, the Hufflepuff opened her hazel eyes and found herself looking upon the tomb once again. There was more to all this, it was complex. For while Roan had been solitary, she hadnt been death. In the week since she woke up, she had gleaned more information about what had happened. Namely, the attack on Drakborough.
The rumors had a strange effect on Roan. She had heard that the attack was led on by a certain Society of Shadows. The stories about their powers would have stunned many people and made them shake their heads. The Prefect found a bit of intruige and comfort. The manner of how they moved, using shadows, was a gift to hear about. It was how her kidnapper, Syrus Korodin, had moved in their time together. It was enough that the girl knew she had to research the Society, for if she could find them, then she might be able to find Syrus, for his face was burned into her memory and not even a strong memory charm would be able to remove it. If Roan lost everything, even the way to remember her own name, Syrus's and Fenris's faces would still be there, and she would still have her chance for revenge. The attack on Drakborough, apart from giving her a small chance for hope, like one star in an eternal black night, gave her a sense of anger. These people dared to attack the wizarding world, and students had participated. Also, someone had been kidnapped, and the rumors were it was Hayzie Roberts, her friend and employer. That was too far.
Roan's hands clenched into fists as she thought about it. Her school was in danger again it seemed, and she would be taking it onto herself, if nobody was to act and they were just going to sit around and talk about what to do, to take out at least some of the threat even if she died trying. Though she found no light in her heart for her friends, she would still not let a single person fall to harm while she was able to fight. Too many people had seen suffering, it was time for all of it to stop, and Roan wanted to deliver that message to some people firsthand. Her hands unclenched and her chin was held a little higher. Tears threatened to come to her eyes, but were kept at bay, she didnt cry anymore, no pain, no anger, no sorrow was worth her tears. The enemy had enough of that satisfaction, it was high time she took it from them.
You show me how to see,
that nothing is whole and nothing is broken
that nothing is whole and nothing is broken
With another glance at the tomb where Salazar Slytherin was held, Roan reached down with her hand with the glove on it and drew her dagger from her waist, the dark handle emitting no shine. She opened her other palm in front of her, in front of the tomb, and there was no emotion on her face as she cut a long line on her palm to her elbow, thin and shallow, but so blood welled to the surface. The Hufflepuff sheathed the knife with blood on the blade, clenched the cut fist and let the blood slowly run on her skin. "I swear here and now in blood, before the tomb of the founder of my school Salazar Slytherin that I will uphold my oaths against the tyrants who have dared to come before me in a hostile manner, and that they will pay with justice for their crimes. I swear that as long as someone is near me and needs my help, I will not allow them to come to harm while there is a breath in my body. I swear that I will protect my school and home against this oncoming evil. I swear I will lay down my life if it will better the chances of others around me living a healthier and safer life. I swear now in blood, and should I be forsworn, let me be reminded with the coming of my own death. So mote it be." She said in a harsh and loud voice that echoed in the crypt.
The droplets of blood did not hit the stone floor of the crypt, but rather dissappeared with each passing word, slowing and seemingly faded into darkness. And when she finished her blood oath so that she would now uphold it, all the blood streaming down her arm vanished, and the cut sealed itself with a long scar from the middle of her palm, up to her elbow, a reminder of her oath that she had now taken. Roan passed another glance at the tomb she was in front of. Words were spoken, blood was paid. And now she was different, and this was who she was now. A broken soul. A broken body. A broken heart. And all the cracks filled in with anger, shadow, darkness, and oaths.
What's left of me.
What's left of me now.
What's left of me now.
OOC: Anyone dare the post? Pwease?....