Post by Fenrir on Jul 31, 2007 21:11:23 GMT -5
The lycan known to the world as Fenris Fenrir had been peacefully lounging in his Wood when a sudden pop distrubed his little siesta. A house elf stood off to his left and it delivered a message to the Lord of the Forest, looking like it was going to faint at any moment for that matter, and just as swiftly as it appeared: the pipsqueak vanished with a second pop. The munchkin had left the lycan in a very interesting position. He had never personally met the Count, but he was very aware that he was the one that had orchestrated the War of the Shadows. Yet the wolf was surprised to hear that a dead man was walking again; then again, it seemed a lot of people in sunny Spain had developed a knack from coming beyond the grave.
Grunting to himself as he stood on all fours, Fenrir looked off in the direction of the Cyrpt and contemplated what needed to be done. What could make the Count want to call upon possibly the fiercest warrior in this neck of the Woods and why was it so important that he must refrain from harming the other guests? Clearly they must be people that the Count would consider enemies of Fenris, and thus why he asked him to refrain from bloodshed. Yet it was not Fenrir that Scorpius should be worried about: the others seemed to have an increasing hankering to kill of the titan in the Woods. But if the Count wanted a meeting, there would be no harm in showing up and if anything did happen: he would be the one doing the harming.
It didn't take long for the silver-grey wolf to reach the Cyrpt. After all, he had used to run around Graveyards a lot back in the day and picking up the odor was nearly second instict for the lycan. Fenrir approached the rusting gates and noticed the same house elf from before. Perched upon a rock, the midget annoyed Fenrir for some reason and the lycan snarled into it's mind, "Bug off shorty" before morphing back into a human. Fenrir wore his normal attire, once more adorned with jingling silver symbols, and pushed open the gates to gain entry.
He didn't have to look far before he noticed the Count standing next to the marble tomb that could only belong to Slytherin himself. For all the hype on the man, the Count didn't strike the lycan as remarkable: then again he barely knew about all the things he had accomplished. Meandered slowly in the direction of the wizard, the raven-haired man paused about ten feet from the Count before letting out a brief chuckle. "And I thought the papers said you were dead. Well," said Fenrir with a grin on his face, "Looks like they'll need to post your remains next time as proof."
"You asked for my presence Count and you have it for the moment. Just what exactly have you asked me to come here for and why so early? Afraid someone will be dropping eaves?"
Grunting to himself as he stood on all fours, Fenrir looked off in the direction of the Cyrpt and contemplated what needed to be done. What could make the Count want to call upon possibly the fiercest warrior in this neck of the Woods and why was it so important that he must refrain from harming the other guests? Clearly they must be people that the Count would consider enemies of Fenris, and thus why he asked him to refrain from bloodshed. Yet it was not Fenrir that Scorpius should be worried about: the others seemed to have an increasing hankering to kill of the titan in the Woods. But if the Count wanted a meeting, there would be no harm in showing up and if anything did happen: he would be the one doing the harming.
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It didn't take long for the silver-grey wolf to reach the Cyrpt. After all, he had used to run around Graveyards a lot back in the day and picking up the odor was nearly second instict for the lycan. Fenrir approached the rusting gates and noticed the same house elf from before. Perched upon a rock, the midget annoyed Fenrir for some reason and the lycan snarled into it's mind, "Bug off shorty" before morphing back into a human. Fenrir wore his normal attire, once more adorned with jingling silver symbols, and pushed open the gates to gain entry.
He didn't have to look far before he noticed the Count standing next to the marble tomb that could only belong to Slytherin himself. For all the hype on the man, the Count didn't strike the lycan as remarkable: then again he barely knew about all the things he had accomplished. Meandered slowly in the direction of the wizard, the raven-haired man paused about ten feet from the Count before letting out a brief chuckle. "And I thought the papers said you were dead. Well," said Fenrir with a grin on his face, "Looks like they'll need to post your remains next time as proof."
"You asked for my presence Count and you have it for the moment. Just what exactly have you asked me to come here for and why so early? Afraid someone will be dropping eaves?"