Post by Felix I. Genero on Sept 5, 2009 22:33:18 GMT -5
((OOC: Meh... fail post. Open. Might edit later, I must remember not to write this late...))
IC:
In almost all old muggle bedtime stories there was always the ‘Big Bad Wolf’. Whether it was a little girl bring muffins to her aged grandma, three pigs building house out of varying resources, a Shepard boy calling wolf when there was none, or even perhaps a wolf in sheep’s clothing. The root of this particular villain was from ancient Greece, and a blind storyteller named Aesop. In the original stories, there was an element of stupidity of the wolf, for the ancient Greeks had no fear of the wild animal. By the time the Grimm brothers, however, started using a ‘Big Bad Wolf’ as the antagonist it was with a completely different mentality. Deep within the Black Forest creatures, like the darkness of the night, terrifying beast really did abode. The German common people trembled in fear at the mention of a ‘Big Bad Wolf’ and for a very good reason. They existed. Not only did they exist in the 1800’s in Germany, but also a particular forest right next to Firefox University in Spain.
The students of Firefox, the sane ones at least, trembled also at the name of the lycans, for them they were what stalked their nightmares. What could be worse then bloodthirsty extraordinary wolves that had the intelligence of a human being living in the woods right outside your university? For a certain Gryffindor Head Boy, he could think of many things.
Lycans… didn’t exactly scare Felix a bit. This would be a bad thing, except for the fact that he had more close friends that had lycanthropy then had human blood. Willow, at least before he almost got her killed, definitely classified as his best friend, and if it wasn’t for the threat Fenrir has given, Felix would probably spend half his nights sleeping in the woods under the stars.
Seeing how much other people’s terrors were his friends, it would be logical to assume that Felix had no nightmares. Unfortunately there were many other nightmares lurking that haunted Felix. Vampire he could even deal with, but he was still working on how to best survive facing a Nephilim, Nosferatu or Shade. It was a tedious business.
As Felix walked under the stars, along the edge of the woods, he actually had an excuse this time for being out at night. Patrolling duties. Someone had to walk the grounds in the wee hours of the morning make sure students weren’t out creating mischief or exploring the grounds or visiting the woods for a dare.
Fiddling with Willow’s wand, Felix had some spells on the tip of his tongue… just in case, but after poisoning his blood with silver, it wasn’t exactly necessary. Sure, there were a ton of fanatical Nosferatu that wanted to kill him for sport. Felix was not amused. At the moment, he had drifted away from the lake and was about two hundred feet away from the edge of the woods. Sure, he wasn’t allowed to be so close, Roan would probably pop out of nowhere and drag him far away, or Willow might decided to yell at him. Orca might even show up and try to get him to leave. He didn’t care. He missed them all. People at the school were… boring? Phugs kept Felix entertained, but it seemed like everyone hated the kid despite his redeemable qualities. Lycans were just so… interesting and amazing. It was impossible to be bored being in the presence of a lycan.
Sighing, Felix turned around, about to walk back to the castle. He didn’t want to die, he knew Fenrir would love to find a chance to make an example out of a student, lycan-friend or not.
Above him the stars twinkled without a care in the world, their own miniature battles raging on for millenniums in the night sky. Smiling, the fifteen-year-old gazed upon them lost in thought. Above, amiss the darkness, was the constellation Lupus. How appropriate? Foolishly turning his face away from the woods. He was quite stupid sometimes.
IC:
In almost all old muggle bedtime stories there was always the ‘Big Bad Wolf’. Whether it was a little girl bring muffins to her aged grandma, three pigs building house out of varying resources, a Shepard boy calling wolf when there was none, or even perhaps a wolf in sheep’s clothing. The root of this particular villain was from ancient Greece, and a blind storyteller named Aesop. In the original stories, there was an element of stupidity of the wolf, for the ancient Greeks had no fear of the wild animal. By the time the Grimm brothers, however, started using a ‘Big Bad Wolf’ as the antagonist it was with a completely different mentality. Deep within the Black Forest creatures, like the darkness of the night, terrifying beast really did abode. The German common people trembled in fear at the mention of a ‘Big Bad Wolf’ and for a very good reason. They existed. Not only did they exist in the 1800’s in Germany, but also a particular forest right next to Firefox University in Spain.
The students of Firefox, the sane ones at least, trembled also at the name of the lycans, for them they were what stalked their nightmares. What could be worse then bloodthirsty extraordinary wolves that had the intelligence of a human being living in the woods right outside your university? For a certain Gryffindor Head Boy, he could think of many things.
Lycans… didn’t exactly scare Felix a bit. This would be a bad thing, except for the fact that he had more close friends that had lycanthropy then had human blood. Willow, at least before he almost got her killed, definitely classified as his best friend, and if it wasn’t for the threat Fenrir has given, Felix would probably spend half his nights sleeping in the woods under the stars.
Seeing how much other people’s terrors were his friends, it would be logical to assume that Felix had no nightmares. Unfortunately there were many other nightmares lurking that haunted Felix. Vampire he could even deal with, but he was still working on how to best survive facing a Nephilim, Nosferatu or Shade. It was a tedious business.
As Felix walked under the stars, along the edge of the woods, he actually had an excuse this time for being out at night. Patrolling duties. Someone had to walk the grounds in the wee hours of the morning make sure students weren’t out creating mischief or exploring the grounds or visiting the woods for a dare.
Fiddling with Willow’s wand, Felix had some spells on the tip of his tongue… just in case, but after poisoning his blood with silver, it wasn’t exactly necessary. Sure, there were a ton of fanatical Nosferatu that wanted to kill him for sport. Felix was not amused. At the moment, he had drifted away from the lake and was about two hundred feet away from the edge of the woods. Sure, he wasn’t allowed to be so close, Roan would probably pop out of nowhere and drag him far away, or Willow might decided to yell at him. Orca might even show up and try to get him to leave. He didn’t care. He missed them all. People at the school were… boring? Phugs kept Felix entertained, but it seemed like everyone hated the kid despite his redeemable qualities. Lycans were just so… interesting and amazing. It was impossible to be bored being in the presence of a lycan.
Sighing, Felix turned around, about to walk back to the castle. He didn’t want to die, he knew Fenrir would love to find a chance to make an example out of a student, lycan-friend or not.
Above him the stars twinkled without a care in the world, their own miniature battles raging on for millenniums in the night sky. Smiling, the fifteen-year-old gazed upon them lost in thought. Above, amiss the darkness, was the constellation Lupus. How appropriate? Foolishly turning his face away from the woods. He was quite stupid sometimes.