bic- It was late on a weekend, and Willow had taken the opportunity to work on her shifting powers. After the first time, painful beyond imaginary, she was a little uneasy. The former gryffindor student stood in a small clearing in the wood, her pale, green-grey eyes shut as she drew for the transformation.
It came almost as easy as breathing, and the pain was nothing more than discomfort. The moonlight felt like a familiar friend, gleaming on her pale skin before the fur appeared in waves. She snapped her head back, her eyes narrowing slightly and turning a brighter shade of green. The change came quickly, and it took Willow a moment to resettle her balance as her body shifted from having two legs to four, to having a tail.
She took a deep breath of the air, which seemed much more...alive in this shape, the rush a feeling she'd never get over. Her ears twisted back then forward again, and a wolfish grin flickered across her maw. The lupine broke into a run, rushing fluidily over logs and other obstactles.
A scent rushed into her nostrils, and before she had time to think, the wolf brain thought, prey. Willow exploded through a mess of juniper bushes and startled a pheasant, which took off like an explosion. Under the scent of fowl, she caught another. Something else....Intruder.
Post by Aether Shardae on Dec 5, 2008 17:48:31 GMT -5
Faline wasn't really paying attention as she made her way into Fenrir's territory. She was wondering if, perhaps, she would see him tonight. If she did, Aether thought that maybe she would have the guts to discuss her forever change into what she truly wanted to be.
Until then, the half-blind Witch walked into the woods. There was rustling in the bushes nearby, but Aether assumed it was someone who knew who she was and they would continue eating whatever they had their hands-- or paws-- on. Looking up at the sky between the trees, she could spot the sliver of the moon and found herself wishing more than anything that it was full.
Running her hands through her brown hair, Aether-- known as Faline to the Lycans-- took a deep breath walked further into the Forest she considered her second home. After her parents found out, the closest family relationship she had was to Fenris, but Faline couldn't exactly tell the Lycan that; she was sure he would find it appalling.
Having known she was going to the Forest, Aether braved wearing something less than a long-sleeved shirt, since she was much warmer now that she was a Werewolf. So she wore a blue tank top and some jeans, reveling pearly scars on her arms and back.
Willow burst from the brush to Aether's right, springing forward with her fangs bared. The lycanthrope's black tipped ears were pressed back on her skull, and the fur along her spine bristled. It'd be an automatic reaction at the new scent, a new emotion the human part of her didn't entirely like. She snarled explosively, her body twisted slightly, her muscles coiled. For a moment, the angry, territorial wolf blinded her, but then the scent reached her.
This was no human girl. There was something canine in her scent, overwhelmed by the magical scent around her, but she was definitely not just a witch. Then Willow recognized her, a window into her past life before those few nights ago. They'd had classes together, eaten in the same lunch hall, passed each other in the hall. This human girl was a student, a Ravenclaw, Willow recalled.
She growled quietly, more nervous for the girl than anything. What was she doing out here? Didn't she know how dangerous it was? Willow knew the girl was no lycan, but there was something wolfish there, maybe in those milky blue eyes. Werewolf. The word sprang to mind, but Willow was unable to shake it away, and she knew that's what it was. This girl, appearing around Willow's age, was a werewolf, a cursed being.
The fur along her spine flattened, and Willow let out what would be a sigh if she was in human shape. She tilted her head at an angle, as if to get a better look at her. Overall, the attack, the recognition, and the calming had happened in five seconds. The ravenclaw probably hadn't even realized what was happening until it was over.
Post by Aether Shardae on Dec 5, 2008 18:23:15 GMT -5
Aether screamed when she saw the Lycan running toward her, falling backwards to get a bit farther away from the wolf. "Whoa hey whoa!" She yelled, hoping to keep the beast off just long enough to stop anything really bad from happening.
But when the Lycan stopped, Aether was pretty confused. The Lycan was female, Aether knew. But who was she? "Are you new around here or something?" she asked, a little annoyed with the seemingly fickle Lycaness. "I mean, you could either eat me or not, but don't scare me to death. It was obvious there was a slight teasing tone to Faline's voice, but it was outlined still in the fear she had felt when the Lycan had almost ripped her to shreds.
"Most everyone around here knows not to go for cousin meat," she informed the girl, hoping she would calm down enough to change back to her human form.
The girl spoke, and that confirmed Willow's thoughts. Yes, she'd definitely seen her before. Willow took a deep, shuddering breath and shifted easily, crouching on her knees for a moment. Willow raised her head and stood, brushing her long hair out of her face, and scrutining Aether closely, trying to recall a name. She smiled apologetically.
"Sorry about that." Her eyes flickered. "I'm...very new," she explained, her eyes now more grey than green. She clasped her hands behind her back, still trying to recover her own surprise at finding a former classmate out in the woods, especially these woods. Willow supposed the wasn't the only one crazy enough to come out here, but then again....Cousins, Willow thought.
"Sorry," Willow repeated. "You surprised me, I was hunting, and I was distracted. Your scent threw me off for a moment, it was kind of a reflex."
It had been. Willow didn't like losing control of herself like that, but the wolf part of her brain was overwhelming. So were the instincts. She'd been hunting one second, attacking the next...And now she was here, talking to this stranger. Willow sighed again, tilted her head to one side.
Post by Aether Shardae on Dec 8, 2008 20:11:25 GMT -5
"Wait, I've seen you..." Aether said, scrutinizing the girl's face. She was digging in her mind, trying to figure out who she was. A tree name, maybe? She couldn't recall. The girl looked different, more wild now, but Aether knew she recognized the face. "You went to Firefox," she simply stated, unable to recall. "I'm Aether, but everyone around here calls me Faline," Aether offered, wondering if the girl would get the joke of her name.
Moving into a more comfortable position, Aether shrugged. "Don't worry about trying to kill me, it wouldn't be the first time." She smiled and showed the new Lycan her arms. "You see, I'm known around here for my scars. They're slower in healing because I'm just a Werewolf and not a Lycan. So I'm always quite a bit of a mess. That's why I normally wear long-sleeved shirts."
Aether was talking quite a bit for her normal self, but she was always happy to meet a new Lycan. Besides, she wanted to be one someday, so she wanted to make as many new friends and connections as possible.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Dec 8, 2008 20:55:31 GMT -5
It had been three days since Felix had to stop a Ravenclaw named Jack from trying to taser his girlfriend’s brother. It was something that you had to do when you were a prefect, keep the peace. There was enough chaos as it was. Well, it turned uneventful and Felix ended up discussing the ways to kill a vampire around here. Felix love how random conversations became.
Felix had tried to convince Jack that killing vampires weren’t as easy as it sounds. You can’t just stab them in the heart, expose them to sunlight or splash holy water in their face. It seemed true too. Sure, the Gryffindor was sure there were some vampires that followed such rules, but it was a rare occasion.
Over the week, this bothered Felix. He always seemed to be sucked in to the things that were the most death threatening situations that have ever existed. It was the irony of his life: a boy named Lucky who can’t seem to avoid bad fortune. It seemed every week he would run into a deadly criminal, vampire, lycan or fellow student that took pleasure in life in tormenting people like Felix. Anyway, Felix was determined to know how to kill the darn night crawlers if he ever ran into one that didn’t want to die.
What’s the best way to know about vampires? Ask one of course!
Felix knew this was one of the more stupid of his choices, but there was no other way. Willows friend, that Felix met Halloween night, was a very friendly well-mannered Vampire. Why not ask him? There was one problem of his place of residence being inside the forest of doom, aka Fen-Fen’s Woods. Sure, Felix could just waltz into there in the middle of the day and be fine, but the person he wanted to meet was the very reason you didn’t venture into the woods at night.
In his brown leather bomber jacket with the metal plates inside that Dovie designed, Felix gripped his wand in his hand until it hurt. He knew this was a rash reckless choice of way to spend his night, but he realized he couldn’t think about before he realized the reality of the situation. Morgan would kill him, if something in there didn’t. Morgan wouldn’t know. Willow had go in those woods regularly, and she survived. Sure, Lord Fen-Fen now had almost killed her twice, as well as meet some creatures that Felix didn’t even know existed, but she was still alive. He had… slightly read her memories.
Walking through the forest on such a cold dark night was… actually relaxing. It was nice actually, if you forgot the dangers that lurked. Besides, might as well meet your worse nightmare now then later, right? Felix felt no fear. People had fear for a reason. It’s called ‘instinct for staying alive’.
He heard a sound. Felix had no clue how he was going to find a vampire boy in the middle of the forest, but he was sure that he would come to him, somehow. He had masked his scent with enough magic to confuse a bloodhound, which he hoped wouldn’t be a problem. The noise was a scream… of someone Felix knew. Sighing Felix ran to the noise. Perhaps he could use whoever it was as an excuse for being in the woods… it was a reasonable alibi for a Prefect.
Felix dashed through the trees, branches smacking against his face and skinny body. He dared no use magic and save his strength. He was running towards a clearing. He could just stun the whole thing, or try to at least, but what of the friend inside? Not even having a clue what he was doing, Felix burst through the trees to be greeted with something he did not expect ever.
Aether and Willow. Ravenclaw Prefect that Felix knew was a werewolf, and the only Gryffindor that managed to get into more life threatening situations then Felix. Now, Felix tried to process what he saw for a second, guessing that Willow was wondering through the woods again and ran into the werewolf, but then Felix noticed something… different about Willow.
That feeling he felt. Willow wasn’t normal… something was off. Was she under a spell… what she…? No. She can’t be. It wasn’t Human. Willow was a Lycan. Willow was now a wolf. Willow was no longer a witch. She was no longer. She was still Willow, but Felix was in too much shock to do anything. He had never frozen in shock before. Not when he faced a thing…. But W-willow? A l-lycan? No.
There he stood. Gryffindor scarf awkwardly stuck on a branch, wand half raises, eyes wide, and mouth aghast without a word to say. He was speechless for once in his life.
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"Yeah, for a year. Ravenclaw, right? I think we had a class together. I don't remember." She shrugged, looking amused. The color was slowly returning to her cheeks and she seemed more human, the wildness fading from her eyes.
"Faline," Willow echoed, and the smile returned to her pale, thorn-scratched face. The marks healed quickly enough. "The cats," she said. This wasn't so bad. The lycan allowed herself to relax, the hair on the back of her neck flattened, her eyes lightening. She no longer looked hostile, threatening, just a normal teenager....Despite the leaves in her hair and the scratches on her hands. A sharp, familiar scent caught her eye and her breath stuck in her throat. She turned.
"No." Willow took a step back, into the brush, her eyes wide. Seeing her once fellow gryffindor speechless seemed like a dream, and seeing him here at all was a nightmare. He shouldn't be here, the prefect could get killed, what if Fenrir showed up? The lycan prince could, mostly likely would kill him, and if she stepped in the way...Her new home would become a warzone.
His wand was risen, as if he was going to hex her, and Willow became speechless herself for a moment. "You shouldn't be here," she said finally. "Felix." Saying his name seemed to make it easier to connect the nightmare to the real world, and she repeated it, taking another step back until she had practically disappeared into the foliage, the shadows hiding her. By the look the young prefect was giving her, he knew something was up, and damn him, it wouldn't take him long to guess.
Post by Aether Shardae on Dec 8, 2008 21:19:07 GMT -5
"Yep, the cats," the Ravenclaw said with a grin. "Ironically enough, it's my real middle name." She shrugged and watched as Willow began to calm down and return to a more human-like self. It was interesting to watch her slowly calm, and she wondered if she would ever experience anything like what Willow was going through.
Aether turned when Willow said, "No." She spotted someone standing there and wasn't really surprised to see that it was Felix. "What in the world are you doing here Felix?" Aether demanded, concerned for one of the few students who knew what she was. "Seriously, are you suicidal?"
Faline didn't want anything to happen to Felix, and it seemed Willow was horrified to see him. Finally standing to her feet, the half-blind girl pulled out her wand and faced Felix. She would protect her cousin before she would protect a fellow Prefect.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Dec 8, 2008 21:48:47 GMT -5
Felix stood there in shock for a moment more. Watching Willow, not taking his eyes of her own. He didn’t move. He just stared with a feeling that words couldn’t tell. Willow’s eyes widened too as she muttered a single word that Felix want to mutter himself. No. Deny the reality and hope it’s all a dream. She stepped back as to hid. It was true. Felix saw inside her, saw what he saw to tell all the things he shouldn’t know, and he saw the truth.
Aether seemed not that much fazed by the appearance of the Gryffindor. Simply drew her own wand and yelled at Felix for being suicidal. Was he suicidal coming out here? He didn’t fear, and wrongfully so. Did not fear death make a person suicidal? No.
Realizing his wand was still raised, poised to fight, Felix made himself lower his arm. He wanted to just ignore everything. He went to seek out a vampire and ended up with a werewolf and a lycan and he didn’t know what to do. It seemed friends were the only people that could ever shake the Gryffindor. And now he was clueless what to do.
“Willow.” He said. Then it clicked. It was true. The thing Felix did next was something that… made him not human. He simple gave his brain a spin and snapped out of it. Now that he realized that if he thought about Willow anymore he was bound to paralyze himself in emotion, he just jerked himself out of the daze and turned to Aether. He talked perfectly normal as if nothing had happened. Why should he act differently. Willow was now no longer human, but Felix didn’t mind. That’s the thing that they hated, not being treated human… Willow did this by her own free will, Felix knew that.
“Suicidal? No… simply extremely reckless and foolish without bound I guess… I was here looking for a vampire, friend of Willows--” he paused for a half a second, stuttering over the name, trying to forget it for a moment. “who could enlighten me on how to kill vampires. I realized these woods would never be safe until I knew, so might as well take the risk and find out before I was forced to and…” Felix was now merely just stuttering on as his face went pale again as he turned to Willow again. She was hiding in the shadows.
“You’ve traveled many time here before and lived to tell the tale, right?” He tried to say it normally, but his face gave it away “…right?” He tried to deny the fact but he new he could never. …right?…
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They stared at each other for a moment, Felix and Willow both in shock and Aether, Faline, looking confused and a little awkward. Then, Felix did something that confirmed everything she’d ever thought of him. One, he was the best friend she’d ever have. Two, secrets could never be kept around him, he’d always uncover them. Finally, he was completely insane. This topped everything, from a party for only Gryffindors to serenading his bacon at breakfast several weeks ago. Felix the genius, abnormally young prefect, was crazy. Watching his blank, uncaring expression, she wanted to laugh.
Instead, she listened to his reason for being here. He tripped over her name, making her wince slightly. It was hard for him to accept it, the thing he knew but had never been told, but he hadn’t turned and ran, and for that she was grateful. Felix hadn’t shouted at her. He just…looked over it, like one might look over finding an underage drinker.
“Completely suicidal,” she muttered under her breath, barely more than a whisper, and there was no way he could have heard her.
“You’re looking for Romulus?” she blurted out, then flushed, falling silent again for a moment. He wanted to know how to kill a vampire. Why? The prefect finally turned and looked at her, really looked at her, and she wanted to shift and run. She hated the look, even though it was completely normal. It made her feel uncomfortable. Willow swallowed, letting her hair fall over one side of her face, so she wouldn’t have to look right at him.
“Yeah. “ She shrugged, reluctantly taking a half step forward. “I’ve been here a few times…And I came out alive.” Willow grinned, showing too sharp teeth. The fire was back in her eyes. “You want confirmation, but I think you already know, don’t you Felix?”
Willow took another step forward and her features blurred somewhat. The change took seconds, her fur coming in a single ripple. She fell forward on all fours, her legs popping and snapping out of place and back into another position. Her eyes glowed a brighter green, and there was a slight popping pain as her spine stretched, giving her a tail. When it was done, she tilted her head at an angle and looked at Felix from her position on the forest floor, through the keen, slightly slanted eyes of a wolf. This is me, her eyes seemed to say.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Dec 10, 2008 21:38:23 GMT -5
Felix was over his shock, but now he was clueless how too act at all. He would have gone with the normal root of ‘Act Natural’ if it wasn’t the biggest oxymoron he had ever heard. They seemed to also hold the opinion that Felix was a suicidal manic. He only thought he was just a maniac… and she was the one who had gone and gotten herself bitten by another Lycan, Felix could only imagine who, and also make good friends with a vampire.
Willow blurted an echo of his interest in finding Romulus, but she cut herself off and left the question hanging. He was going to answer, but perhaps later? Right now more pressing matters were at hand, or paw. As Felix looked at her, her green eyes gave away that they wanted to run, just as Felix did, but neither of them did. They just stood there.
Willow let some hair fall over her eyes, as to block out Felix, but he could still see her face. Stepping out of the shadows, she answered Felix’s question which deep down he wished she never did. Her lips parted to reveal her teeth, long and sharp, inhuman. He knew, in his head, but seeing it now just drove it through Felix. Willow wanted this. She had make the choice, and Felix didn’t know why he had found it so hard for him.
And that was before she morphed. In a flash, the space in front of him blurred. Willow was now just fur. Fur and shining green eyes. He knew them too well. As he stared into the eyes, those eyes, the eyes spoke to him. It was her eyes.
Responding in a soft whisper. “I know.”
Felix smiled, revealing his own teeth, but without their sharp tips. “Isn’t this the time that a normal person would be running as far away from here screaming his head off?” Felix didn’t know why he had just said that out loud, but he had. It was true, if you just figure out that your best friends had been turned into a Lycan, and transformed right before your eyes, you would normally run like a chicken with it’s head chopped off as well.
Willow tilted her head at an angle, ears pressed back on her skull. His response made her want to jump into the air, howl, knock him over and tell him how glad she was. He wasn't freaking out. Then, she paused, uncertain. Maybe he was in shock? Felix seemed to know exactly what she was thinking, and after a beat, she shifted back to her human shape as he spoke.
"Yeah, I guess so," she murmured in reply, still a little shaken.
The former student remained crouched on one knee for a moment, supporting herself with a rigid arm, then straightened, her eyes paler and mixed with grey again. Felix had never stopped watching her, and reluctantly, she remained in the clearing, crossing her arms of her chest and refusing to hide back in the shadows.
"So....You're..." She struggled with the words. "Okay...with this?" Willow was waiting for him to turn and run, or hex her, tell her she was the crazy one. Maybe I am nuts, she thought, glancing at Aether. A book could be written on the drama behind their faces, all of them. It was ridiculous.
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