Post by Erin Drayton on Sept 13, 2008 13:23:24 GMT -5
Or not exactly.
Rather, Erin Drayton, former Ravenclaw, was dressed as he always was. Granted, he had taken a few minor trips to the clothing store, but he wasn't exactly the type to dress up without reason. Especially when the one he was looking for was not a person he likely felt he needed to make an impression.
No. This date was nothing to be proud of. Infact, it was nothing he should have looked forwards to. He was stalking this 'date' of his, for his own gain.
Although, not normally one for selfishness, the onyx eyed alumni was here simply to find one Mister Reilley. The chance to study this werewolf was one he did not want to miss up on. And he knew he would find him here, well, he hoped, but their latter meeting had been short and had left the boy in the mist.
Notebook and pencil stashed almost hastily in the rucksack over one shoulder, Erinelle ran a pale hand through his messy locks - noting mentally that he needed to find someone to cut it for him, afterall, he was starting to miss seeing things clearly.
But he had work to do.
Hoisting himself, with a slight clamber, onto a low branch of a tree - he exhaled lightly with relief, beginning to jot down a few words in french as he watched the night rise and inbed the sun within its fiery claws. Yes... This was the perfect time to study a creature - even if the moon's cycle was not exact. It was safer that way, he knew that mcuh already.
(Open to all in the wood)
Last Edit: Sept 13, 2008 13:26:38 GMT -5 by Erin Drayton
"Excuse me sir," came a voice from just behind Erin, almost at the exact moment the sun was out of sight, "But this is hardly the place for such a young man to be at this time."
The voice was deep, powerful, and almost sexual. A very tall, very skinny man stood behind Erin, wearing a dark suit and a long, thick wool jacket. His hands were gloved and carried a long black cane. His face was hidden by a combination of a scarf and the shadow of a tall top-hat. Only piercing red eyes could be seen.
"This wood belongs to the great Fenris Fenrir," the man made a bow into the woods, as if to acknowledge the Lord of the Forest, "This is no realm for you. This is not the land for the prey, but the predator."
He began to approach Erin, a gloved hand held out. It was hard to tell, but in the darkness it appeared that the fingers were very long and sharp at the ends.
"I have place in my home, if you would accompany me out of the forest you can stay. We will have drinks and speak on the nature of this forest..."
Post by Erin Drayton on Sept 14, 2008 14:05:41 GMT -5
"Excuse me sir..."
Starting suddenly at the low voice, the alumni's coal-like gaze lifted from the page at his lap - searching in an almost desperate manner. Hearing voices in a wood at this time of night, was not a good thing.
"...But this is hardly the place for such a young man to be at this time."
Two red irises struck out in the dense darkness of the wood, met only by the wide staring gaze of the boy. Surely, now, speaking to Erin himself. Strange, he couldn't remember seeing any cross his path as he entered this earthy realm. He had good mind to stay where he was, but the Raven was never one to keep rude custom - no matter how unnerving that scarlet gaze was.
Slipping down from the tree, the boy remained statued where he was - listening with intent as this stranger spoke. Fenris Fenrir, he noted mentally, making sure to remember the name for future. He was here for the research, afterall.
"I'm sorry... I just came here to find--," Erin drifted off, his husky accent faultering slightly, "--To study, observe." His words finished in a rather abrupt whisper, his unsteadiness not noticed by his own head.
"I have place in my home, if you would accompany me out of the forest you can stay. We will have drinks and speak on the nature of this forest..."
His hand flexed. The fingers of his right hand twitched slightly, itching to meet that outstretched hand. He nodded slowly, lifting his wrist slightly in his craving to touch that gloved palm. How weird it was that someone he was unknown to would offer him company and teachings. How...
Erin coughed lightly - retracting his shaking palm from where it had being poised inches above the stranger's. "I wouldn't want to intrude," he responded, a small smile given as he turned to fumbled in his rucksack for that last addiction he could never get up. For the love of nicotine on a night like this.
Last Edit: Sept 14, 2008 14:06:03 GMT -5 by Erin Drayton
Post by Aether Shardae on Sept 19, 2008 14:56:44 GMT -5
Unable to stay away from the forest, even though the moon wasn't full, Aether Shardae walked deeper into the place she truly considered her home. Known as Faline within the confines of the woods, the Werewolf "pup" had on a pair of holey jeans and a simple black camisole that showed off the scars she had received in the past few months.
So close to the next moon, Faline often felt more confident; more than anything, she wished to just escape to the woods forever, but she had not yet been able to do that. Her mother and father, though saying they were supportive, had yet to do more than just say so. Aether knew she had the support of the great Fenris Fenrir here in the woods, and she knew that her second form was the one she loved the most.
As she strode confidently through the forest, Faline heard voices and couldn't help but go to investigate. Her bare feet were silent on the floor and her light blue eyes (one seeing, one unseeing) shone in reflection of the moon every time it hit here eyes. She was having a wonderful evening, even though it was just another sleepless night.
"Oh!" she said in surprise as she saw two people. One she had seen in the school and the other she was sure she had smelled before in the forest, but had never seen. When the hair on the back of her next stood up, Faline was sure she knew what this other being was, but wasn't sure if she should warn the young man or not.
What is his name... she thought. Ah yes, Erin! She tried to smile and act natural, but she knew it wasn't natural to be walking around in the forest of the very formidable Fenris Fenrir. There was no way she could just walk away since she had let out an exclamation of surprise; they would have heard her, so she had to stay.
Emerging a little more, Faline did her best to calm her nerves, even though the being made her hair stand up and the young man's presence was, for some reason, disconcerting.
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