Post by Dylan Tradifideatr on Jan 1, 2011 21:42:56 GMT -5
Dylan Tradifideatr was the new kid around and he was board.
So the Gryffindor went on a walk to the Fenrir’s wood.
Dylan didn’t know what he was in for in the woods……
He was only in the wood for about 10 minutes and he already started to hear noises he was only startled a couple of time but most of the time the Gryffindor thought it was some of the popular kids picking on him.
So he walked on and just enjoyed the nice nature, It was 2 to 3 hours he had been walking around sometimes in circles because he had just enjoyed some of the creatures and some of the nature.
But then the Gryffindor heard noises had had looked around to try to see what it was but he didn’t see what it was.
He started screaming at the possible kids that were there.
Then Dylan walked on enjoying the nature.
But then later found out what it was, it wasn’t the popular kids it was these creatures.
Dylan could only see them for a second but couldn’t make the creature out because the creatures had covered the Gryffindor eyes and took him like a prisoner or a hostage keep.
The creatures Dylan later found out that they were centaurs.
Dylan felt helpless and hoped that the girl that he had saved at the lake would notices he was missing and come and look for him.
Any sounds heard by the boy were allowed intentionally. The wolf had hoped he would leave out of pure fright, but apparently he had gotten himself hopelessly lost. She had found him maybe half an hour ago, but had been reluctant to do anything. Why had the others allowed him to linger for so long? Pale green eyes lingering on silver peered out from under the brush.
She growled, letting the sound build. How to handle this. Killing him would be silly, and would only seen Windwaltz here with a reason. Granted, the boy was trespassing, and the lycans had always dealt with them this way. Death or joining the pack. Felix had once ventured in to the woods, but not this far, and the pack knew him. Not like this stranger, one Willow didn't even recognize for all her dealings with the school.
Her paws brought her around a few thin birches, the thorns hiding her and nipping at her flanks. Wizards. Had she ever truly been in their world? And then ....
Shit.
Maybe she should have been paying a little more attention. Centaurs. That smell, human and something else, so different from anything. She bristled, watching them. They muttered in low voices, some in that way where none understood. Willow sighed, waiting. They dragged the kid off, and she felt partially tempted to let them have him. It would be his own fault, right?
Then she remembered her old Headmaster. Ugh. Too many missing kids, even Shadonious had seen the posters.
God hates me, Willow thought, trotting after the brutes. One of them had picked him up, and Willow winced from the sounds. They started to move deeper, and Willow let out a loud, wailing howl that echoed through the woods. Immediately the centaurs frozen, several drawing arrows on to their bows. Shit. She growled again and stepped between the trees to the path they walked on, ignoring their weapons.
She'd heal anyway. They didn't carry silver, it was too difficult to work with. She called in the voice they would hear in their minds, speaking not to the boy but just to the centaurs. He didn't need to know what was going on, anyway.
Leave the boy to me. He isn't here to disturb your rituals. The mortals will come looking for him, and you know what that means, yes?
Well, the kid would at least here half the conversation. Afterall, Centuars didn't use the silent, telepathic voice like the transformed lycanthropes did. The two parties went back and forth, Willow pointing out that it would be difficult for them to read the signs while they interfered with Nature. Eventually, they gave in, and the roan centaur man dumped the boy on the ground.
Willow shape-shifted in a moment, dust and grey fur vanishing to tanned skin, the silver vanishing from her eyes. A girl with green eyes and slightly tangled brown hair falling around her shoulders sat crouched, listening to the centaur hoofbeats as they took off to leave them. Her jeans were ripped, not with that like a designer's choice, but just from wear, and her shirt collar was smudged with dirt. She sprang at him, pulling him up by the collar of his robes and snarling at him, eyes flashing.
"What the hell is the matter with you, coming here? You're lucky I don't kill you on the spot, you little idiot." She felt tempted to throw him to the ground. "These are Fenrir's Woods, and no idiot little wizard needs to be here."
After that outburst she calmed down relatively, and she let go of him, taking a step back. "What are you doing here?"
Post by Dylan Tradifideatr on Jan 3, 2011 21:15:15 GMT -5
Then Dylan got and ran as as he could towards the castle but it wasn't very fast because his leg was hurt so he was limping.
He was think of what spells he could do but he only knew one thing and the Gryffindor didn't even know how to do that very well plus he had no strength to do that.
But then just when Dylan thought he was going to get away he trips and cant get up because one of his legs was already broke and the other broke when he and tripped and fell.
So he started to scream for help," help help somebody help me i am being chased by a humanoid wolf".
He was helpless thought he was going to be eaton alive by a humanoid wolf.
So he tries to scream again help,"help help someone help me i am being chased by a humanoid wolf".
Humans were not welcome in the wood. This was the decree of the Lord Fenris Fenrir, the Prince of Wolves and self-proclaimed master of the Forest. Though the race of Centaurs knew that the titles of man and beast were passing vanities with little meaning compared to the ordained destinies of the heavens, Antioch, son of the stallion Athanasius and the mare Chrysanthe, knew that they gave them meaning and purpose. Though it was not Fenrir's destiny to rule forever, and the wolf's star had long since passed its zenith, his place was still at the head.
So when the young wizard Dylan found himself on a pleasant stroll through the wild lands that nature had reclaimed, Antioch galloped forward on his strong legs and brought the boy back to the clearing where his brother and sister of the hoof, Akakor and Demetrias, awaited him. He stared down at the boy, choosing silently whether to outright kill him or to keep him until the Wolf Lord stirred toward the student's stench. His face glanced up then from the boy to the heavens. The branches of the trees and the sun in the sky hid the right decision from him. It was his destiny, however, to lead the herd, small though it was, and to always make the best choice when options were presented to him.
Antioch reared and turned at the sound of a wailing howl, and Akakor drew his bow. Antioch rose his hand as Willow approached, however, knowing better than to allow one of his own to fire arrows upon the children of the Great Wolf. "I do not fear that he will disturb our rituals, daughter of Fenrir," the Centaur responded, "it is the code of your Father that I follow. We have kept him hostage, so that he may suffer whatever penalty you wish."
When it was clear that Willow wanted nothing more than to have the boy to herself, Antioch ceded. "He is yours, then, maiden wolf. Do not blame us should this be against your Father's will." He raised his arm again and the Centaur holding the boy let him go. With another great rear, Antioch called for his herd to move off, and they galloped away into the trees.
(ooc: Let's go with this little bit happens before Willow dragged Dylan off .... )
At least someone around here knew the law. "Thank you."
She hadn't gotten much more than that out before the whole herd had taken off. Then the yelling at Dylan. Etc.
Apparently now he knew where the castle was. A growl rumbled in her throat. There was that snap of a broken bone. What the hell could he possibly be doing to break bones? With a frustrated snarl she walked easily after him, listening to him crash through the brush.
"Who do you think is coming for you?" The lycan shouted after him. In her own venture in to the woods, Willow had been lucky. She hadn't gone far in, and Sparky had followed her in. If anyone had followed this idiot, they were either lost or had turned back. It had been hours. They both knew that. No one would help him. Unless ... She glanced up, half expecting to see him there, but she doubted even that man would come this far. Besides, that had been years ago.
Both of the kid's legs were hurt, at least one of them broken. From tripping. Willow wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it herself. Why didn't he use magic? Had he lost his wand when the centaurs had grabbed him? Well. Felix had hers, and anyway, she didn't think she'd give a wand to such an idiot. The lycan growled. "Stop screaming, before something worse than me turns up. Do you want to get yourself killed? I'm not going to eat you, I don't eat people."
That didn't mean she didn't feel tempted. She wasn't making him a lycanthrope for sure, they didn't need a screaming creature like this among them. Besides, they were responsible for too many students as it were. True, it would be easier just to kill him, and let him waste. The nymph would approve, surely, and Orca wouldn't care.
Willow watched the boy trying to run for it, even on busted leg. Well. He had something, anyway. He still wore his school robes, and with some irritation she realized he came from Gryffindor, her own House when she had been a witch.
"If you'll stop screaming maybe I'll get you out of here." So, she crossed her arms over her chest and waited. A humanoid wolf. Huh. The little idiot had gone in to these woods without knowing anything about who lived there.
"We're lycanthropes, idiot. Humanoid wolves indeed." There was nothing humanoid about her when she was wolf, and nothing wolf about her when she was human. Except maybe the eyes. The eyes always balanced somewhere in between.
How the hell did he break both of his legs. Realistically, he should have been in shock. He should have been screaming. Willow's kneecap had been ripped out one time, and it had hurt like a bitch. She hadn't been able to think straight. With a potion she had grown the bone back, but still.
The lycanthrope came to the conclusion that the kid was so damn stupid his nerves were shot and his brain just wasn't receiving the pain signals.
She was really starting to lose her patience. Why should he be her problem? Why didn't she just leave him?
"Do you want me to eat you? Kill you?"
God.
She didn't bother pointing out the fact that she was lycan. Shifting and dragging him would be easy, if a little irritating.
"Help yourself then. You've got a wand, learn how to use it." With a snort, Willow fell on all fours as the wall, shifting easily. Practice made perfect, right? With a last snarl, she slipped off in to the brush. He wouldn't be able to see her, but she could at least watch and make sure he didn't do anything stupid. The centaurs would have just killed him, but they were gone.
It seemed more suited to just let him die. It wasn't like he could go anywhere anyway, unless he managed to teach himself magic before he froze to death.
Willow kept to her hiding place, speaking with the mind voice now. It was easier then shouting, giving away her location. Besides.
This was more fun.
Well, you should have stayed in class, and learned how to use spells, instead of coming to the woods. There are warnings all over the place. Every student is told not to come here upon their arrival.
But you didn't listen, did you? Screaming will not help, it will only draw attention from something that will kill you. No one but those of the woods will be able to hear you, we're too far from the grounds.
The lycanthrope walked, circling the small clearing but keeping hidden. Her eyes glittered. Tempting, it was, just to kill him and get it over with. Anything else that found him would certainly do so.
Post by Dylan Tradifideatr on Jan 5, 2011 17:25:20 GMT -5
A couple of things to say one they didnt even tell any of the new generation about that two i had a couple days of to get to know my ceroundins and three they took down all those signs cause i didnt see any of the warning signs.
Also another thing is if i scream it will drawl moree attention to both of us and i will tell them that your are over there hidding in the bush.
That way we will both die if you run away i will tell it is a girl in the lyconthrope called willow if you dont help me.
I wil die as long as i do t Miss willow help me or we both die.
Post by Read the handbook genius on Jan 5, 2011 18:35:29 GMT -5
Rule #6 - The Forest and Castille are off limits to all students and just about everyone else.
- Going into the Forest and Castille is to forfeit your life, as the God RP rule of fighting/killing is dropped in favor of the residents (including lycans) of those locations. Whether or not you leave that board or stay forever is up to their (meaning lycans) good grace. It is not a matter of points whether you escape or not, it is a matter of life or death. It is preferred you not enter at all.
ooc: That's why you read the handbook before you start posting.
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Draw attention from what? Willow spat on the ground. This one was more infuriating than anything. Take the signs down? They didn't take signs down, was he stupid? You don't get it, do you? Lycans rule this forest. There isn't anything here that will kill me over you. You are an intruder. You don't shoot the people that live in your house, you shoot those who invade.
Your headmaster knows what I am. Many of that damned school knows what I am. I don't give a rat's ass what you tell them.
The lycanthrope growled, not caring if he knew where she stood now. You dare to threaten me? I've been trying to keep you alive but you were too stupid to realize that. My sire would have killed you by now, long before it. Maybe I should.
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