Post by Morgan Pendragon on Mar 11, 2009 16:19:01 GMT -5
A tall, thin figure walked toward the barest fringes of the wood. She didn't want to upset Fenrir too much by trespassing on his land, but Asher deserved a proper burial. She would have prefered to bury him where he'd died, but that was entirely too far into the forest for her. appropriately, the wheather was a slow drizzle. It set a stately and somber mood enhanced by Morgan's attire. For once she wore black from head to toe. It was one of her old lolita outfits, but it still loked pretty good.
A miniture black top hat, decorated with a black rose, was secured to her elaborately curled, blonde hair with bobby pins. Her corset and bodice were black, as well as her frilly, bell-shaped skirt. A black, lacey petticoat peeped from beneath the hem. Black kneesocks, trimmed with black lace, covered her legs, and black, patent leather mary janes kept her feet from getting too muddy. In one black gloved hand was a lacey, black parsol, re-enforced with an Impervius Charm to help it resist the rain. In the other was a shoebox containing the remains of Asher.
Reaching the treeline, she stopped. She was directly underneath a huge pine tree. It would make a wonderful grave marker. She laid the shoebox down beneath it. She had invited a very few people, not wishing to make too large a spectacle of the event. She would wait for them to show up before continuing.
The brush several feet away shook as a large, lean timber wolf emerged, eyes dim with sympathy. She was under the old pine, Willow knew the spot well. It hadn't taken her long to find the place after Morgan had sent the owl, and she had waited for the Ravenclaw to show up. The lycan was on edge, aware that if her sire showed up, he would probably be ticked.
Lolita, Willow thought, giving Morgan the once over. A nice outfit on the silver-haired girl. Willow took a few steps and nudged the box with her snout, whining softly with her tail low down. The lycan held a single flower, one of the early ones that had risen from the soil on the edge of the forest. She held it carefully, the stem between her teeth.
Who...who else is coming? she asked softly, turning her eyes to the Ravenclaw. She didn't see the other familiars either, which was a little disappointing. The lycan would have liked to meet them again, under different circumstances. Willow had snarled at the wolf, snapped at it, to keep it away, and she didn't want to keep that branded into the wolf's mind. A first impression can be a lasting impression, and Willow certainly didn't want it to stay that way.
Black, the only time he wore that color was when he wore his fur coat on the full moon; something which not only was impossible to wear, he would never have even thought of coming in that body. Needless to say, this occasion called for a darker attire. One would think a werewolf would prepared for such occasions, but no after digging around he was able to turn up dark grey, nearly black sweater, and some black slacks. So it clashed a bit but he wasn't going to let a fashion problem stop him from at least paying his respects.
Not, Even Fenrir was going to stop him. In fact, he had his wand on him just in case Fenrir decided he was too close to the boundary. Or if he decided Morgan was too far inside it. Either way he was on his way to the site. Thinking of how he should apologize, 'Apologize?! For what, following instinct and killing the rat like a predator should?' 'Oh and real predators as big ass you fgo after game that small? You know what, just shut up it's your fault.' 'Is not, she's a smart girl she's had to have read the stories, why the bloody hell did she send a RABBIT to watch us, it was INSULTING, not to mention the fact that she was trying to stop me. She had it bloody well coming' 'Well I agree that it wasn't totally your fault.' 'See told ya' 'It was OUR fault. Had I been prepared sooner none of this would have ever happened.' 'True, but you're only human your allowed to make mistakes.' 'Not when those mistakes hurt people. Now leave me alone, or I'll start taking the potion every day just to shut you up.' This was the internal battle be waged between himself an the murderous creature that had killed the rabbit.
He Finally reached the clearing at the edge of the woods. "Hope I'm not... unwelcome. I came to apologize, at the very least. If you want me to leave I will."
Post by Lucius Dante Infernus on Mar 12, 2009 4:52:18 GMT -5
Lucius sat on the window ledge in Gryffindor tower, his guitar on his lap. Strumming it slowly he looked out at the drizzle beyond the glass. Noting movement outside, he looked down at his watch, then cursed loudly. He had put it on the wrong wrist the previous morning and his right hand had melted part of the insides before he could remove it. Deciding that it was about time he fixed it, he cast Reparo and put it back on his left wrist. Looking at the time, he stood up and pulled some clothes out his trunk.
"Hmmm..."
Changing from his blue denim jeans and grey t-shirt into a white shirt and black trousers, the demonhost pulled on a black suit jacket and a left glove to match his right one. Pulling a flat black hat out the inner pocket of the jacket, he turned round and walked out the door of his dormitory.
You WILL behave today hell-spawn. I will not have you upsetting my love any more than she already is.
Whatever hume-boy... I lost interest in playing with those feelings of love you have for the hume-girl when you first hooked up.
With the demon quitened and asleep in his mind, Lucius walked along outside. As he entered the edges of the wood, he pulled the hat on. Slowing his pace, he arrived at the clearing moments after Seth did. He didn't care who's forest it was, or how close to werewolf territory it was... No... Not today. Morgan was sad, and she was all he could think off. Without a word, he stood by the Ravenclaw and gently put his arm round her shoulders.
There's an old saying that relates to the number of people at one occassion and how as that number increases so do the benefits and downsides. Two is company and three is a crowd: though in this case two and three equaled five. That's how many scents Fenrir detected at the edge of his realm and that simply wouldn't do to have that many there at the same time. After all, Fenris was presumed dead or missing according to the offical records and he didn't want students strolling around his woods: that was just asking for a confrontation and he'd gladly obliged them but blew his cover in the process.
So the lycan observed the little gathering from a tree, downwind from the mourners so that the lupines in the group wouldn't pick up his scent, and the raven-haired man furrowed his brow as he looked on. All of this for one rabbit? It didn't make sense to the lycan, for the creature had passed on and was already fulfilling a new purpose in creating a source for new life, and yet these young ones mourned it as if it was one of their own. And what was worse was that both Willow and Seth were present at this funeral.
Willow he could understand and would willingly forgive, as she was still very young to her new surroundings in his eyes, but he couldn't wrap his head around why she still desired human contact. Maybe he never would, as Fenrir's sole goal was to ensure the survival of his kind and humans were a large threat to their very existence. As for Seth, the Lord of the Lycans had strictly forbidden him to leave the sanctuary of the Woods but here he was despite Fenrir's edict. Taking a leaf from the shotgun-toting old timer on the porch, Fenrir decided that these whippersnappers needed to be taught a lesson.
Catapulting himself from his perch, Fenrir fell to the ground with a resounding thud, and with a snarl strode over to the little ensemble. "Willow, get back into the Woods now," said Fenrir as he barked out his command sternly, his very presence inspiring both obedience and fear. "Ya too Reilley, and I'll deal with ya later." Turning his attention to the group of witches and wizard, Fenrir glared angrily at them before saying, "Why do ya bring a troupe of Goths into mae Woods, Tristan-Cousin? Do ya seek entry into mae Rome and topple it from the inside? Yer wee beastie has completed one cycle of its life and is going through another: ya've no need ta mourn for its passing for it still lives on in the new life it'll create."
"And since ya've got no reason ta mourn, that doesn't give ya a sodding reason ta be here now does it? So march yer band of sun-depraven friends outta here before I make an example of ya."
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Mar 12, 2009 22:17:40 GMT -5
Morgan had been expecting Lucius and Selena to show up. She had sent Mondleid for them, after all. And willow too, had been expected. She had been the one to return the Ravenclaw's familiar to her, and Morgan had invited her at that time. Seth was a surprise, and Morgan was unsure how to react to the werewolf. She was angry at him, yet understanding at the same time. The paradox froze her tongue.
Luckily, Fenrir chose that time to appear, removing from her the onerous task of dealing with Seth. Naturally, Morgan would respect Fenrir's wishes. These were his woods, of course. She bowed her head in deference to him before looking him in the eye. "I'm sorry if we intrude, Sir. I only wanted to bury the rabbit. He was more than just a pet, he was my friend." She pointed her wand and the shoebox with the rabbit remains was beneath the earth instead of on top of it.
The misty rain continued, as though in lieu of the tears Morgan wasn't crying. "I thank you for your hospitality, Fenrir," the prefect said with a polite smile. And with that she beckoned to Lucius and Selena, and turned to leave. She'd have to tell Selena about familiars sometime. Her little protege was nearing fourteen years, and she should have a familiar of her own.
Willow flattened her ears upon her sire's appearance and somehow managed to grin at him, showing her teeth and eyes glittering mischeviously.
You did say bury it, she quipped, leaving the flower by the box and turning tail. Willow looked at Lucius, having seen him so recently through human eyes. Surprise surprise, he was with Morgan. She hadn't heard about that little piece, especially since the last time she'd seen Morgan, she had been in love with Shadow or something.
Fenrir's command sent an automatic wave of fear and wanting to grovel into her, which Willow hated, but he was her sire. She paused again, at the edge of the foliage, and glanced at her human friends. Bye Lucius, she said cheekily, wondering how surprised he was to find she was a lycan. Bye Morgan, Selena. She barely knew the latter, but she knew Selena was a friend of Torrid's, so how bad could she be?
Sorry Fenrir, she added as the lupine vanished into the treeline, tail tucked like a dog who'd been kicked. Morgan's reply gained Willow's approval, but she didn't bother to say anything. At least the Ravenclaw had one thing right, she knew when to keep her mouth shut. Seth's arrival had thrown her off a beat, and she was more than a little irked at him. She had an issue with him as much as Morgan did. He hadn't just killed someone, he'd endangered the pack!
Seth turned to the sound of the approaching threat. It was Fenrir, so he had to stick his nose into everything? If he kept showing up to people his existence wouldn't be shrouded for long. Seth went for his wand just in case, but before he could even touch it he heard the beast screaming inside his head, 'NO! are you fukking crazy?!... You Pull out that wand and point it at those kids, chances are you and those kids will die. I don't give a damn those kids but if you die I die and that's not gonna happen today. I don't like fenrir Either but now is NOT the time to start a fight submit till we can both take him alright.'
Seth sighed and lowered his hand. Fenrir HAD just decided not to kill the kids so for now they where safe. "Right, sorry Fenrir, I didn't come to morn a rabbit, I came to apologize causing her pain. Still I'm sorry for getting so close to the edge of the woods." He said turning to head back into the forest, but he kept his ears open in case he was forced to protect the students.
As both lupines made their way back towards the treeline, Fenrir grunted heavily and heaved his body into the air. With a leap that no human could hope to replicate, jumped over Morgan's mourners and landed right in front of the girl herself. "Well now that ya mentioned hospitality, I don't think ya'll be leavin' any time soon," said Fenrir severely with his fists clenched at his side. "Ya see, the Woods are mae domain and all the beasts within are both subjects and mae family, so naturally when Uncle Joe doesn't show up for Christmas one becomes concerned. Well I heard it from a little sparrow that the wolves of mae Woods for some reason went into Drakborough, and they haven't come out. I also heard it from said birdie that ya were there at the exact time and that another familiar of yours was the one that summoned the pack."
"So now mae family ain't comin' home for Christmas, but I intend ta have a happy holiday regardless now that I know what made a change in their schedule."
Leering down at her as adrenaline began flooding into his system, the raven-haired man throw back his head as he screamed from the pain of transformation. Bones realigning themselves and his entire body changing, that was pain enough but he could've easily turned without it: only he wanted the pain to remind him of that which his family had felt in their last moments. The scream turned into a howl and before them, on all fours, was Fenrir the Wolf. 8 ft tall from shoulder down, and a massive frame to match those proportions the lycan snarled angrily at the three wizards.
'How long did ya think that ya could hide this from me, girl? Did ya think that a Lord doesn't inquire about his subjects or that a relation doesn't care about the wellbeing of his family?' came Fenrir's thoughts into the minds of the humans. The silvery-grey wolf lunged forward and pushed Morgan down with his sheer mass. Pinning her with his paws, Fenrir glared down at her with his single eye, that maddening sphere which became flooded with blood when his temperment was like it was, and he snapped his jaws threatening above her soft neck.
'They're dead because of ya, Missie and I'll have mae recompense in one way or another. Either ya die or ya tell me which one of yer friends ya want ta die in yer place. Cause it clearly seems that nobody here remembers what I am capable of, the trail of woe and agony that I left in mae wake and the corpses of mae enemies at mae feet. It's time ta fix that problem, and I'm gonna start now.'
Squeezing Morgan's neck inbetween his jaw, Fenrir let his teeth puncture her neck just enough so that he could taste the salty brine within her: and to let her know that he was serious. If she tried casting a spell that might disable him, but did she really want to test her dexerity against his? It was like bringing a knife to a gun fight, and Fenrir was the one with the gun.
'So what'll it be Morgan? Ya or one of yer friends? The little girl looks like she's gotta yellow belly, and those don't make for good eatin'. But the boy...growin' boys develop a lot of muscle at this point in their development, so he'll make a savory mouthful. Either way, the spirits of those departed shall rest easier with whatever ya decide. And if ya can't make up yer mind...then that means I'll choose for ya.'
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Mar 13, 2009 16:28:45 GMT -5
Oh! She was so stupid! How could she have not immediately told Fenrir about what had happened in Drakborough? This was why. She was afraid of him acting like this. He tears began to fall, from the pain of his grasp on her neck as well as the grief she felt over the wolf pack's death. "I'm sorry, Fenrir. I never meant for them to die." Dora was coming, running to Morgan's aid. No! she thought fiercely. This was my fault and I'll bear the penalty.
"But, I guess my regret and intentions don't change anything." She dropped her wand and her parasol. She didn't want to threaten or even look like she might be thinking about threatening him. "You're right. It was my fault. I sent Dora to get her old pack. I thought they'd be enough to overpower the BFC. I was wrong, and it cost them their lives." Fenrir had every right to literally bite her head off right then and there. It was his forest and she'd overstepped her bounds.
Just then, Dora bounded up and stood next to Morgan. "Dora, get away from here!" Morgan's order was sharp. The wolf ignored her and addressed Fenrir. 'I am Cazadora. It was me who summoned the pack. My mistress is taking the blame for me to save my life, but if she dies, I die too.' Morgan heard what she was communicating to Fenrir. "No! Dora, I won't let you do this. I won't have more blood on my hands."
((OOC:Guys, You do know that I'm not in this thread right [cuz I changed my mind about entering the thread and deleted the post]? You're talking to an invisible girl who isn't there. Just to let you know.))
Last Edit: Mar 13, 2009 18:56:30 GMT -5 by wolfsong
Post by Adolf Petersen on Mar 14, 2009 14:46:01 GMT -5
As Adolf approached, he was somewhat surprised to see some random midget Ravenclaw girl go screaming past him, waving her arms like a maniac as she fled for some unknown reason. (I don't mind people deleting their posts in general. Yet after, you know, their presence has already been acknowledged and others have interacted with them somehow, it seems kinda noobish to just decide you're not there anymore...)
He had arrived, clothes worn and dirty from traveling great lengths primarily on foot, in good time to hear Fenrir's situation with the little goth girl. Drawing forth his pistol, he leveled it at the girl's leg and decided to announce his presence.
*BLAM*
Fenrir was the lord of these woods, and most certainly knew everything of the comings and goings of his forest, one way or another. As such, he was probably already aware of Adolf's arrival, a fact of which Adolf was also aware. Thus it was that he chose to present himself to the lord of the forest instead of waiting for Fenrir to seek him out.
Stepping into the clearing, he fell to one knee before Fenrir. "Lord Fenrir," he said simply, eyes on the forest floor. "I wish to join your pack and pledge loyalty to the mightiest of lycans." Ironically, if the forest lord's attention were diverted and the girl seen to be sufficiently punished, Adolf’s actions might very well end up saving her life. Then again, she had used magical compulsion in order to end up getting a pack of wolves killed, so Fenrir might be somewhat less than forgiving in this instance.
Post by Lucius Dante Infernus on Mar 17, 2009 15:39:17 GMT -5
Lucius had been about to turn and leave at Fenrir's arrival, having heard rumours of the lycan lord before. As he turned to go, he nodded almost automatically at Willow's farewell... Then it tweeked... How did the wolf know his name? It didn't matter to him then... He'd find out later anyway...
What's up hume-boy? Getting scared by the big bad wolf?
Shut it. I'm respecting the wishes of the forest's self-proclaimed lord.
He was about to take steps away when Fenrir moved. Turning, he sized up the situation. The lycan had shape-shifted to his wolf-form and had pounced on Morgan, looking about ready to take her head off. Everything else was tuned out by the teen... all he could focus on was Fenrir and Morgan.
"Get off her..."
A small voice won't get his attention hume-boy...
Like your insults would do any better?
You need me here Lucius Dante "Dante's Inferno" Infernus... This time, I will give you some of my power. Next time, I will try and take your body by force.
That was a rarity... The demon was being generous... And called him by his name for once...
"Get off her!"
Putting the demon's power to use, Lucius had raised his voice at the giant wolf. Heedless of it's size, he wasn't going to back down... Normally he would, but he had promised Morgan all those days ago that he would be with her until she no longer wanted him to do so... However, that same day, he reaffirmed his promise top himself... He had promised himself that he would protect her, even until his death.
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