Post by Phugsius Charadus on Feb 6, 2011 22:31:42 GMT -5
The Crypt was a place of solace with the aura of death and decay hanging around it constantly. The winter wind whipped at the trees shaking the seemingly sturdiest foundations amongst even the tallest and strongest oaks and pines. The Earth itself was cold and covered in white pristine powder only disturbed by a few footsteps. Some were animals others were human. One might even wonder who had bothered to venture about the Graveyard in this cold weather.
Phugsius was one such human being who had come seeking the quiet of the graveyard. He sat on a tree stump surrounded by some of the graves that, as time had continued on, had erased names of the deceased occupying the coffins beneath due to the age of the stones themselves.
While the cold whipped and lashed at his body, Phugsius remained warm even with the light robes he wore displaying the emblem of his house. His elementalist powers made sure his body remained toasty. Thoughts kept his emotions ripe with conflict.
It wasn't who was passing through the area that was occupying the prefect's mind. His mind rested in a state of deep concentration as he rested on a tree stump. It ventured into lands and possibilities. He sought answers. Why had the creature taken him away? It boggled his mind.
There had been a definite shock to his system as he had been re-introduced to society and human contact he hadn't anticipated. He had been stuck in that beings world for far too long. He grew anxious and almost began to value the times he could get alone, away from wizarding society, like golden coins.
His sleep had also been effected as the topic had consistently plagued the young man's thoughts. What was that thing that took him? Was it a demon?
It was a brisk October night on the dueling field where Phugsius often spent time experimenting and working with his elementalism.
It allowed him to be free of distractions and focus more effectively since no one really dueled at night.
He had been in a focused state when the world had grown a lot darker than was natural. Losing focus Phugsius' emerald eyes examined his surroundings and almost immediately he noticed over the nearby tree line into Fenrir's wood he saw a bright glow in the distance. Standing from his seated state the prefect, with his dragon-scale cloak, ventured into the woods to examine the weird phenomenon.
As he passed into the trees a shift in the air was almost palpable and as he came to the clearing where the bright red glow had been coming from he was returned to a burning and almost completely destroyed Hogsmeade. Vampires ran free drinking from anyone and everyone they could find. Phugsius quickly turned back but the forest which had been behind him had vanished and all that remained was a dark alleyway.
Taking a breath he turned back to the carnage and destruction below the starry night sky and it had turned out a vampire had shifted it's focus onto him. It's maw opened and it's fangs were bared and thirsty. Removing his wand from his jeans he prepared for the assault. The vampire was on him in an instant and with a feigned weakness let the vampire take hold of him. A quick flick of his wand and the vampire burst into flames in front of him.
Giving the corpse a kick it collapsed on the ground. The undead allies of the beast then turned their attention to him and he was immediately surrounded. Phugsius stood eye to eye with the sinister beings and wondered what he could do as the rage within him began to grow.
It was then a voice, as calm and emotionless as a stone, broke out into the chaos and time itself seemed a trivial matter as everything began to slow as all the vampires lunged at once to bite into their victim.
"I can help you gain the power you seek, young one...."
Phugsius was one such human being who had come seeking the quiet of the graveyard. He sat on a tree stump surrounded by some of the graves that, as time had continued on, had erased names of the deceased occupying the coffins beneath due to the age of the stones themselves.
While the cold whipped and lashed at his body, Phugsius remained warm even with the light robes he wore displaying the emblem of his house. His elementalist powers made sure his body remained toasty. Thoughts kept his emotions ripe with conflict.
It wasn't who was passing through the area that was occupying the prefect's mind. His mind rested in a state of deep concentration as he rested on a tree stump. It ventured into lands and possibilities. He sought answers. Why had the creature taken him away? It boggled his mind.
There had been a definite shock to his system as he had been re-introduced to society and human contact he hadn't anticipated. He had been stuck in that beings world for far too long. He grew anxious and almost began to value the times he could get alone, away from wizarding society, like golden coins.
His sleep had also been effected as the topic had consistently plagued the young man's thoughts. What was that thing that took him? Was it a demon?
It was a brisk October night on the dueling field where Phugsius often spent time experimenting and working with his elementalism.
It allowed him to be free of distractions and focus more effectively since no one really dueled at night.
He had been in a focused state when the world had grown a lot darker than was natural. Losing focus Phugsius' emerald eyes examined his surroundings and almost immediately he noticed over the nearby tree line into Fenrir's wood he saw a bright glow in the distance. Standing from his seated state the prefect, with his dragon-scale cloak, ventured into the woods to examine the weird phenomenon.
As he passed into the trees a shift in the air was almost palpable and as he came to the clearing where the bright red glow had been coming from he was returned to a burning and almost completely destroyed Hogsmeade. Vampires ran free drinking from anyone and everyone they could find. Phugsius quickly turned back but the forest which had been behind him had vanished and all that remained was a dark alleyway.
Taking a breath he turned back to the carnage and destruction below the starry night sky and it had turned out a vampire had shifted it's focus onto him. It's maw opened and it's fangs were bared and thirsty. Removing his wand from his jeans he prepared for the assault. The vampire was on him in an instant and with a feigned weakness let the vampire take hold of him. A quick flick of his wand and the vampire burst into flames in front of him.
Giving the corpse a kick it collapsed on the ground. The undead allies of the beast then turned their attention to him and he was immediately surrounded. Phugsius stood eye to eye with the sinister beings and wondered what he could do as the rage within him began to grow.
It was then a voice, as calm and emotionless as a stone, broke out into the chaos and time itself seemed a trivial matter as everything began to slow as all the vampires lunged at once to bite into their victim.
"I can help you gain the power you seek, young one...."