Post by Roan on Apr 8, 2007 1:21:36 GMT -5
{I know I am going to regret this, just ditching that plot…but ah well….heh. Igor, we are just going to skip going to the HW for the other thread, it involves wrapping up that one thread and creating a new one and going back in time, and blech. Just, no. This thread comes the morning after the Hunt, go figure eh? Oh, and the thread is Mury, don't really want any of you scoundrels who felt like you didn't get to beat enough people up here, so sorry ^^
And sorry for such a long/boring/lame post Igor. But hey, I posted ^^;;}
The calm after the storm was always unnerving. After so much went by, so many events happened and all in one night it was odd to have a quiet morning. One with sun no less. Roan woke up to that in the Hospital Wing, the morning after the Hunt and what was hopefully her last Castille encounter. Her hazel eyes opened and the girl groaned and pulled the blanket back over her head before everything came rushing back to her. That was what made the brunette sit up in bed and look around the Wing, and look at herself. No longer covered in blood or in rather indecent clothes, she looked nothing like she had the previous evening. And not only that, but her skin was not the paper pale that it had been either. In fact, as she looked upon her skin and felt where the large bite wound had been…it was all normal. Roan knew that Carrie was good at what she did, but she didn’t think she was that good. She should have at least felt more of the weakness and even the stiffness from the injury, but there was none at all.
Puzzled, she d shrugged it off. Maybe Carrie had done something after she had basically passed out that she didn’t know about. Roan would have to ask her, but for now she wasn’t about to, for now she wanted to get out of the Hospital gown, back into normal clothes, and set about finding out everything that had happened the evening before. Last thing she knew Fenrir had been headed towards the school with Sylph on his tail. Apparently the lycan had been unable to tear the building down, and hopefully there hadn’t been anymore deaths during the night.
Roan swung her legs over the bed and felt the cold stone beneath her feet. As she went to stand the girl prepared for the worst. Easing her way up into that position she took a deep breath and felt…nothing. She had expected a dizziness she usually got after the blood loss and exhaustion from the night before. But her muscles all felt normal. All she could do though was shake her head again and made sure to make a mental note to ask just what Carrie had given her to heal her injuries.
With a low whistle as not to wake anyone else in the Wing but to call her dragons who were under the bed, the girl left and headed out into the hall. It only took a minute or two for her to get to the Common Room and hurry up the stairs to her dorm with both Aiden and Song hot on her heels. For some reason she wasn’t ready to face all of it yet. She didn’t want to see Sylph and face the betrayal she would have to for leaving her in order to take Romulus back. That had been a huge mistake, and Roan wondered if she was going to pay the price for her transgression with her good friend. There were also the others there to wonder about, to worry about. To know who was injured, if anyone died, what the outcome was. Roan wasn’t ready for it yet.
Once in the safety of her room, the girl was able to breathe a bit easier. The dragons climbed atop her bed and watched her carefully as she paced slightly like a caged animal. The brunette toyed with a lock of her hair as she paced back and forth and back and forth, thinking on what she was going to do. There wasn’t much time to make a choice, now that she was awake she would have to find someone to talk to about all of this. There wasn’t a way around that. It was all so frustrating not knowing what to do. Finally she just walked over to her window and opened it up to allow the morning air in. Resting her elbows on the sill, she toyed with her fingers and took a deep breath to try and calm herself. She could almost smell the fresh spring air, the flowers and the clean breeze, the smell of the lake coming up from the draft, the dewy grass. The sun was almost cruelly shining that morning, as if everything that had happened the evening before was a dream and no more.
If only that were so.
In unnerved Roan for a moment to realize that Romulus, or whatever he had become, was out there somewhere. And probably able to walk under the son now for all he had changed. That was a new danger that she did not want to face, because that was a part of her she did not want to see anymore. That potion was hopefully going to cause her no more problems, because after what he had done Romulus had made her so angry that she probably had the will to attack him now and make him pay. Or…make whatever he was pay. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought about how he could be anywhere really, and how another enemy and worry had just been added to her roster.
The girl shook it off and looked back over the grounds that had some semblance of peace. Her hazel eyes roamed over it all, and she had the urge to just climb out her window and run. Feel the wind in her hair and just run until her legs gave out. The thought made her head ache slightly, as if the urge was becoming more of a will then an urge. Roan groaned a little, and ran a hand through her hair, not wanting to take her eyes off the plants and the lake and the Forest border. She allowed herself to dip into those thoughts as one would place their toes on the edge of a pool to test the water. And the moment she closed her eyes and let herself just give into what was becoming a strong urge in her mind…there was a dull and then sharp ache that flew through her body like lightning, enough to make her double over and refocus her thoughts on something else. It had felt like stretching and pulling, as if her body was just involuntarily changing shape. Roan let out a shaky breath and looked at her hands as if to assure herself that nothing had happened.
Maybe it would be best for her to avoid those thoughts for now.
Shaking her head she turned and grabbed clothes out of her trunk so that she could get out of the Hospital Wing gown. As she knelt down to take out a black t-shirt and some jeans, something under her bed caught her eye. Roan couldn’t help it, but pushed back the overhang of her covers and pulled out the object. Her breath caught in her chest as her hand wrapped around the hilt of a very large sword and took it out from it’s hiding place. Syrus’s sword. She was supposed to get it to Muryllis! How had she forgotten? What if he had been attacked already and she had been unable to get that to him so that he could use it against the sick bastard? The girl gritted her teeth, and carefully slid her hand under the blade and used her effort to heave it upon her bed and make the dragons scatter for a new resting place.
How was she supposed to move the thing? There was no way she could carry the sword to wherever it was they could meet, it was far too large. She could use her wand…Roan reached to her side to where it would be, but found herself growling under her breath as she realized her wand was currently broken on the Castille floor and was unable to help her here. Not that it would have mattered, had she had the wooden twig she wouldn’t have been able to use it any longer.
But Roan didn’t know that.
She would have to figure something out, because this affair had to be taken care of. So the brunette grabbed the clothes she had taken out and changed into them as quickly as she could as to get out of that gown and get on the move. Then she moved to her trunk again and rummaged around until she found a small vial that bore a dark blue liquid. Her small hands wrapped around it and it only took one glance at Aiden before he gave her a small sigh and what appeared to be a smile before climbing off his perch on a chair and flying out the window. She tossed the vial to him and he caught it in his jaws and ate it, glass and all with a horrid crunching noise.
While she waited for the effects of the potion to kick in the girl went to her bed and pulled the sheets out. It took several tears but she managed to get them in someonewhat of a shape that she could use them as a rope, and wrapped the sword in one of her larger blankets so that the blade would not spear her dragon. By the time she had the sword ready her dragon had grown large outside. Not large enough to the point that she could ride him, hence the smaller amount of potion. But hopefully large enough to carry the sword. Roan had enough strength to bring the blade to him and lean out the window to use the ruined sheets to tie it to him. She took a moment to frantically think on where she could meet Muryllis to give him the sword and her thoughts went to the Crypt, they could meet outside of the Crypt and Aiden could use the building to hide himself from people. She needed Song for something else.
“Go to the Crypt, do not enter just hide until I can get there.” She whispered under her breath and Aiden just nodded and shot her a worried glance with his large black eyes before pumping his powerful wings and flying off to the target. Roan didn’t watch him go, she was already busy at a desk pulling out parchment and a quill and scribbling a quick letter to Muryllis. She felt so rushed for some reason, and had a need to move and not sit still with so much to do.
Muryllis,
Meet me outside of the Crypt, now. It’s important.
-Roan
That she just handed to Song who was waiting jaw open. That was enough to bring the tiniest smile to her face, something she hadn't done in a while. “Quickly Song, keep hidden and bring it to him.” Her tones were worried and once again rushed. The black dragon was careful not to tear the parchment and with a ripple of light she was gone from sight, the only sign of her being the rustling of wings as she took off into the sky through the window. Roan took a deep breath and just grabbed a pair of shoes to shove on her feet before going to her desk and grabbing a brush. She didn’t want to look like a complete wreck when she went down there, at least there was no large scar on her shoulder or chest where she had been bitten, and there was no blood. Just the drawn features on her face though were enough to tell anyone that she wasn’t okay. Roan almost violently ran the brush through her long brown hair before dropping the object. Her hands shook with the need to do something, and the girl had to take a deep breath to steady herself before leaving the dorm and the Common Room.
Anyone she saw in the Hall was avoided, she kept her hazel gaze to the ground as she headed to her destination. Roan wasn’t ready to face that, not ready to face anything that had happened. It didn’t take as long as she thought it would to get to the Crypt, somewhere she had visited before. Thankfully Aiden wasn’t in sight upon the approach, but as she neared the place she could see his coppery scales and the burden upon his back. Hurrying up her pace she ran over to her creature and without a word unstrapped his burden and took off all of the coverings before laying the blade in the grass. “Go, get out of here. Muryllis doesn’t know about you yet. Go.” She said urgently to her creature. He snorted and took to the skies, flying high and into the Forest where he wouldn’t be seen.
For a few moments Roan was content to just crouch there by the blade and tomb, her eyes locked. That was until she heard a rustling in a bush that made her gaze go up nervously and made her stand up from her crouch. Unconsciously she felt all of her muscles tense up as if she was ready to spring or run at a moment’s notice. When all that emerged was a little squirrel that quickly dashed away, Roan let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. She was so tense right then, and had every right to be after what happened the night before. Maybe it was madness to come out here to meet Muryllis right now as she had done on a spur of the moment thought. She was unarmed, no wand to speak of and only her flame…once again, or so she thought. That freak was out there somewhere, who knew what happened with Fenrir, she had no idea that Syrus had joined in the fray.
Maybe she should have just remained in her dorm, locked up safe.
The thoughts were unnerving, and standing outside was giving Roan that thought again to want to go and run and just forget it all. Forget the cares and just escape. It was creeping upon her, and she had no reason to want to feel what she had back in her dorm. So the brunette began to pace again, back and forth on the grass, gently massaging her temples and trying to make the instinct go away. “Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.” She whispered under her breath as she paced, trying to focus her thoughts on something else.
And luckily they did, on the person that was going to be meeting her there. There was no telling if this encounter was going to be any less of a mess then one with Sylph would be. Everything with Muryllis was so confusing at the moment, she barely knew what was going on. The duel had ended oddly, and she hadn't seen him since really. That could probably be accredited to the fact she had dueled Syrus and had the Hunt to deal with, but still. He didn’t know that she had dueled Syrus, the person that hew as getting ready to face and the person that he didn’t want her to help him fight. She really hoped he would not be angry at her, but it was not her fault that it had happened in the first place. The creep needed to learn to stay off of the grounds and stop attacking her.
She really hoped this wouldn’t be a mess, as she couldn’t really take that at the moment. Roan needed to get him the large sword, something that someone with his power and strength with magic could probably wield in some fashion or another against Syrus. The blade may be a good way to pierce his armor, and Muryllis would need that when he fought him. She didn’t know if she would be there herself at all after that duel, he hadn't told her.
The brunette took a few more deep breaths and just continued to pace, but bringing her arms down to hang at her sides. She couldn’t sit still, and she felt like a restless child. There was an anxiousness over what was to come, all of it. Looming over like a blade about to drop upon her, she just didn’t know when.
So much for the calm anymore.
And sorry for such a long/boring/lame post Igor. But hey, I posted ^^;;}
The calm after the storm was always unnerving. After so much went by, so many events happened and all in one night it was odd to have a quiet morning. One with sun no less. Roan woke up to that in the Hospital Wing, the morning after the Hunt and what was hopefully her last Castille encounter. Her hazel eyes opened and the girl groaned and pulled the blanket back over her head before everything came rushing back to her. That was what made the brunette sit up in bed and look around the Wing, and look at herself. No longer covered in blood or in rather indecent clothes, she looked nothing like she had the previous evening. And not only that, but her skin was not the paper pale that it had been either. In fact, as she looked upon her skin and felt where the large bite wound had been…it was all normal. Roan knew that Carrie was good at what she did, but she didn’t think she was that good. She should have at least felt more of the weakness and even the stiffness from the injury, but there was none at all.
Puzzled, she d shrugged it off. Maybe Carrie had done something after she had basically passed out that she didn’t know about. Roan would have to ask her, but for now she wasn’t about to, for now she wanted to get out of the Hospital gown, back into normal clothes, and set about finding out everything that had happened the evening before. Last thing she knew Fenrir had been headed towards the school with Sylph on his tail. Apparently the lycan had been unable to tear the building down, and hopefully there hadn’t been anymore deaths during the night.
Roan swung her legs over the bed and felt the cold stone beneath her feet. As she went to stand the girl prepared for the worst. Easing her way up into that position she took a deep breath and felt…nothing. She had expected a dizziness she usually got after the blood loss and exhaustion from the night before. But her muscles all felt normal. All she could do though was shake her head again and made sure to make a mental note to ask just what Carrie had given her to heal her injuries.
With a low whistle as not to wake anyone else in the Wing but to call her dragons who were under the bed, the girl left and headed out into the hall. It only took a minute or two for her to get to the Common Room and hurry up the stairs to her dorm with both Aiden and Song hot on her heels. For some reason she wasn’t ready to face all of it yet. She didn’t want to see Sylph and face the betrayal she would have to for leaving her in order to take Romulus back. That had been a huge mistake, and Roan wondered if she was going to pay the price for her transgression with her good friend. There were also the others there to wonder about, to worry about. To know who was injured, if anyone died, what the outcome was. Roan wasn’t ready for it yet.
Once in the safety of her room, the girl was able to breathe a bit easier. The dragons climbed atop her bed and watched her carefully as she paced slightly like a caged animal. The brunette toyed with a lock of her hair as she paced back and forth and back and forth, thinking on what she was going to do. There wasn’t much time to make a choice, now that she was awake she would have to find someone to talk to about all of this. There wasn’t a way around that. It was all so frustrating not knowing what to do. Finally she just walked over to her window and opened it up to allow the morning air in. Resting her elbows on the sill, she toyed with her fingers and took a deep breath to try and calm herself. She could almost smell the fresh spring air, the flowers and the clean breeze, the smell of the lake coming up from the draft, the dewy grass. The sun was almost cruelly shining that morning, as if everything that had happened the evening before was a dream and no more.
If only that were so.
In unnerved Roan for a moment to realize that Romulus, or whatever he had become, was out there somewhere. And probably able to walk under the son now for all he had changed. That was a new danger that she did not want to face, because that was a part of her she did not want to see anymore. That potion was hopefully going to cause her no more problems, because after what he had done Romulus had made her so angry that she probably had the will to attack him now and make him pay. Or…make whatever he was pay. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought about how he could be anywhere really, and how another enemy and worry had just been added to her roster.
The girl shook it off and looked back over the grounds that had some semblance of peace. Her hazel eyes roamed over it all, and she had the urge to just climb out her window and run. Feel the wind in her hair and just run until her legs gave out. The thought made her head ache slightly, as if the urge was becoming more of a will then an urge. Roan groaned a little, and ran a hand through her hair, not wanting to take her eyes off the plants and the lake and the Forest border. She allowed herself to dip into those thoughts as one would place their toes on the edge of a pool to test the water. And the moment she closed her eyes and let herself just give into what was becoming a strong urge in her mind…there was a dull and then sharp ache that flew through her body like lightning, enough to make her double over and refocus her thoughts on something else. It had felt like stretching and pulling, as if her body was just involuntarily changing shape. Roan let out a shaky breath and looked at her hands as if to assure herself that nothing had happened.
Maybe it would be best for her to avoid those thoughts for now.
Shaking her head she turned and grabbed clothes out of her trunk so that she could get out of the Hospital Wing gown. As she knelt down to take out a black t-shirt and some jeans, something under her bed caught her eye. Roan couldn’t help it, but pushed back the overhang of her covers and pulled out the object. Her breath caught in her chest as her hand wrapped around the hilt of a very large sword and took it out from it’s hiding place. Syrus’s sword. She was supposed to get it to Muryllis! How had she forgotten? What if he had been attacked already and she had been unable to get that to him so that he could use it against the sick bastard? The girl gritted her teeth, and carefully slid her hand under the blade and used her effort to heave it upon her bed and make the dragons scatter for a new resting place.
How was she supposed to move the thing? There was no way she could carry the sword to wherever it was they could meet, it was far too large. She could use her wand…Roan reached to her side to where it would be, but found herself growling under her breath as she realized her wand was currently broken on the Castille floor and was unable to help her here. Not that it would have mattered, had she had the wooden twig she wouldn’t have been able to use it any longer.
But Roan didn’t know that.
She would have to figure something out, because this affair had to be taken care of. So the brunette grabbed the clothes she had taken out and changed into them as quickly as she could as to get out of that gown and get on the move. Then she moved to her trunk again and rummaged around until she found a small vial that bore a dark blue liquid. Her small hands wrapped around it and it only took one glance at Aiden before he gave her a small sigh and what appeared to be a smile before climbing off his perch on a chair and flying out the window. She tossed the vial to him and he caught it in his jaws and ate it, glass and all with a horrid crunching noise.
While she waited for the effects of the potion to kick in the girl went to her bed and pulled the sheets out. It took several tears but she managed to get them in someonewhat of a shape that she could use them as a rope, and wrapped the sword in one of her larger blankets so that the blade would not spear her dragon. By the time she had the sword ready her dragon had grown large outside. Not large enough to the point that she could ride him, hence the smaller amount of potion. But hopefully large enough to carry the sword. Roan had enough strength to bring the blade to him and lean out the window to use the ruined sheets to tie it to him. She took a moment to frantically think on where she could meet Muryllis to give him the sword and her thoughts went to the Crypt, they could meet outside of the Crypt and Aiden could use the building to hide himself from people. She needed Song for something else.
“Go to the Crypt, do not enter just hide until I can get there.” She whispered under her breath and Aiden just nodded and shot her a worried glance with his large black eyes before pumping his powerful wings and flying off to the target. Roan didn’t watch him go, she was already busy at a desk pulling out parchment and a quill and scribbling a quick letter to Muryllis. She felt so rushed for some reason, and had a need to move and not sit still with so much to do.
Muryllis,
Meet me outside of the Crypt, now. It’s important.
-Roan
That she just handed to Song who was waiting jaw open. That was enough to bring the tiniest smile to her face, something she hadn't done in a while. “Quickly Song, keep hidden and bring it to him.” Her tones were worried and once again rushed. The black dragon was careful not to tear the parchment and with a ripple of light she was gone from sight, the only sign of her being the rustling of wings as she took off into the sky through the window. Roan took a deep breath and just grabbed a pair of shoes to shove on her feet before going to her desk and grabbing a brush. She didn’t want to look like a complete wreck when she went down there, at least there was no large scar on her shoulder or chest where she had been bitten, and there was no blood. Just the drawn features on her face though were enough to tell anyone that she wasn’t okay. Roan almost violently ran the brush through her long brown hair before dropping the object. Her hands shook with the need to do something, and the girl had to take a deep breath to steady herself before leaving the dorm and the Common Room.
Anyone she saw in the Hall was avoided, she kept her hazel gaze to the ground as she headed to her destination. Roan wasn’t ready to face that, not ready to face anything that had happened. It didn’t take as long as she thought it would to get to the Crypt, somewhere she had visited before. Thankfully Aiden wasn’t in sight upon the approach, but as she neared the place she could see his coppery scales and the burden upon his back. Hurrying up her pace she ran over to her creature and without a word unstrapped his burden and took off all of the coverings before laying the blade in the grass. “Go, get out of here. Muryllis doesn’t know about you yet. Go.” She said urgently to her creature. He snorted and took to the skies, flying high and into the Forest where he wouldn’t be seen.
For a few moments Roan was content to just crouch there by the blade and tomb, her eyes locked. That was until she heard a rustling in a bush that made her gaze go up nervously and made her stand up from her crouch. Unconsciously she felt all of her muscles tense up as if she was ready to spring or run at a moment’s notice. When all that emerged was a little squirrel that quickly dashed away, Roan let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. She was so tense right then, and had every right to be after what happened the night before. Maybe it was madness to come out here to meet Muryllis right now as she had done on a spur of the moment thought. She was unarmed, no wand to speak of and only her flame…once again, or so she thought. That freak was out there somewhere, who knew what happened with Fenrir, she had no idea that Syrus had joined in the fray.
Maybe she should have just remained in her dorm, locked up safe.
The thoughts were unnerving, and standing outside was giving Roan that thought again to want to go and run and just forget it all. Forget the cares and just escape. It was creeping upon her, and she had no reason to want to feel what she had back in her dorm. So the brunette began to pace again, back and forth on the grass, gently massaging her temples and trying to make the instinct go away. “Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.” She whispered under her breath as she paced, trying to focus her thoughts on something else.
And luckily they did, on the person that was going to be meeting her there. There was no telling if this encounter was going to be any less of a mess then one with Sylph would be. Everything with Muryllis was so confusing at the moment, she barely knew what was going on. The duel had ended oddly, and she hadn't seen him since really. That could probably be accredited to the fact she had dueled Syrus and had the Hunt to deal with, but still. He didn’t know that she had dueled Syrus, the person that hew as getting ready to face and the person that he didn’t want her to help him fight. She really hoped he would not be angry at her, but it was not her fault that it had happened in the first place. The creep needed to learn to stay off of the grounds and stop attacking her.
She really hoped this wouldn’t be a mess, as she couldn’t really take that at the moment. Roan needed to get him the large sword, something that someone with his power and strength with magic could probably wield in some fashion or another against Syrus. The blade may be a good way to pierce his armor, and Muryllis would need that when he fought him. She didn’t know if she would be there herself at all after that duel, he hadn't told her.
The brunette took a few more deep breaths and just continued to pace, but bringing her arms down to hang at her sides. She couldn’t sit still, and she felt like a restless child. There was an anxiousness over what was to come, all of it. Looming over like a blade about to drop upon her, she just didn’t know when.
So much for the calm anymore.