Post by Willow on Sept 27, 2008 18:40:34 GMT -5
Ooc- First post to Fenrir please. I got bored, decided I didn't want to wait till next week. Sorry Fen.
bic-Willow stood at the edge of the forest, her spare robes drawn tight around her shoulders and her hair loose down her back. Her blue jeans were stained at the knees with grass, and her sneakers were caked with mud, as if she'd spent more time in the forest than at school. Probably true. She'd taken several weeks to work up the guts to come back, after the incident. Sparky. The lion hadn't seen him at school, but that didn't mean he wasn't back yet. Surely Fenrir would have gotten him already....She swallowed nervously.
After taking a deep breath, Willow walked cautiously into the forest, named after the lord of lycans, listening keenly for any noises. What if he's not even here? Willow wondered, peering into the dark. She didn't dare light the tip of her wand, the last thing she wanted was another Nephilim going after her. If it was Kesterel, Willow hopefully wouldn't have to worry; That twisted being already knew she was here for Fenrir, nothing else. But that didn't mean Kesterel wouldn't harrass Willow again. She still limped slightly from her last encounter with the beautiful being.
The night air was frigid, announcing an early winter, and she shivered under her clothing, hoping to get this over with quickly. She hoped she could find him easily, but that would only happen if the lycan wanted to be found. And why would he care about the actions of some girl.
"Fenrir, where the hell are you?" she muttered, pale green eyes darting from side to side as she moved deeper into the forest. Overhead, the moon was barely a sliver, the width of the wand she carried in her pocket. Something bright darted past her head and she turned to follow it's progress. A fairy, in Fenrir's Woods. What was it doing here? Surely something in here would eat a fairy if it could get her. She chattered agitadedly and vanished into the wood, now a faint glow among the leaves. More nervous than ever, the fifth year drew her wand from her pocket and held it ready, remembering everything she'd been told in her classes over the last four years, and one of the curses Shadonious had given her.
No one knew she was out here. If Fenrir or something else killed her, no one would ever know what had happened. They'd merely assumed she'd left the school, like she had last year. No one would come looking for her. The headmaster didn't even know she existed, never mind the fact she had a fascination with becoming a lycan. She'd thought it over, alot. Being a lycan would require her to drop out of school, because afterall, lycans couldn't use magic. Willow wondered how long she could live in the dorms before someone noticed. Once she'd left school, she'd move into Toshiya's inn, where she worked. He wouldn't mind, she was sure of that.
"Fenrir!" Willow hissed, louder this time. Surely he knew she was here? She thought about calling for Kesterel, but that would be like saying 'I'm young, innocent, and very helpless. Come and get me.' Besides, the Nephilim wouldn't help her. She knew that much. The only Kesterel might help Willow with was either murder or kidnapping, and for the moment, that wasn't on the Gryffindor's agenda.
bic-Willow stood at the edge of the forest, her spare robes drawn tight around her shoulders and her hair loose down her back. Her blue jeans were stained at the knees with grass, and her sneakers were caked with mud, as if she'd spent more time in the forest than at school. Probably true. She'd taken several weeks to work up the guts to come back, after the incident. Sparky. The lion hadn't seen him at school, but that didn't mean he wasn't back yet. Surely Fenrir would have gotten him already....She swallowed nervously.
After taking a deep breath, Willow walked cautiously into the forest, named after the lord of lycans, listening keenly for any noises. What if he's not even here? Willow wondered, peering into the dark. She didn't dare light the tip of her wand, the last thing she wanted was another Nephilim going after her. If it was Kesterel, Willow hopefully wouldn't have to worry; That twisted being already knew she was here for Fenrir, nothing else. But that didn't mean Kesterel wouldn't harrass Willow again. She still limped slightly from her last encounter with the beautiful being.
The night air was frigid, announcing an early winter, and she shivered under her clothing, hoping to get this over with quickly. She hoped she could find him easily, but that would only happen if the lycan wanted to be found. And why would he care about the actions of some girl.
"Fenrir, where the hell are you?" she muttered, pale green eyes darting from side to side as she moved deeper into the forest. Overhead, the moon was barely a sliver, the width of the wand she carried in her pocket. Something bright darted past her head and she turned to follow it's progress. A fairy, in Fenrir's Woods. What was it doing here? Surely something in here would eat a fairy if it could get her. She chattered agitadedly and vanished into the wood, now a faint glow among the leaves. More nervous than ever, the fifth year drew her wand from her pocket and held it ready, remembering everything she'd been told in her classes over the last four years, and one of the curses Shadonious had given her.
No one knew she was out here. If Fenrir or something else killed her, no one would ever know what had happened. They'd merely assumed she'd left the school, like she had last year. No one would come looking for her. The headmaster didn't even know she existed, never mind the fact she had a fascination with becoming a lycan. She'd thought it over, alot. Being a lycan would require her to drop out of school, because afterall, lycans couldn't use magic. Willow wondered how long she could live in the dorms before someone noticed. Once she'd left school, she'd move into Toshiya's inn, where she worked. He wouldn't mind, she was sure of that.
"Fenrir!" Willow hissed, louder this time. Surely he knew she was here? She thought about calling for Kesterel, but that would be like saying 'I'm young, innocent, and very helpless. Come and get me.' Besides, the Nephilim wouldn't help her. She knew that much. The only Kesterel might help Willow with was either murder or kidnapping, and for the moment, that wasn't on the Gryffindor's agenda.