Post by Willow on Mar 17, 2009 18:01:11 GMT -5
Lucius, no! He'll kill you! Willow shouted, having returned when she felt Fenrir shift. It was a mental thing, she felt it everytime her sire shifted. Strange that she had never thought about it before, but when he had, something clicked. Why would he shift unless-
The young lycan reappeared on the edge of the funeral gathering, feeling a knot rise in her stomach. Her sire was twice her size when he was a wolf, and he towered over the Ravenclaw like a monster. He is a monster, she thought. Willow had seen the remains of the girl in the woods, and knew who was responsible. Naturally, she hadn't said anything about it. Fenrir was her sire, and nothing would change that. She watched the demon-possessed Lucius haughtily, daring him to try anything.
Not Morgan, Willow whispered, turning pleading eyes upon her sire. It's my fault she's here, she meant no disrespect. My fault, Fenrir.
There was the familiar Cazadora. He spoke as the lycans did, which threw Willow off. Morgan was calling to him, begging, even as Fenrir stood ready to tear her open. If Fenrir tried to eat her as he had the other girl, Willow wasn't sure what she would do. He was her sire, but Morgan was her friend. She looked at the familiar, then turned her gaze skyward, thinking she would be unsurprised if she saw the hawk creature there.
Morgan, if you die, won't the wolf die anyway, and the hawk as well? Do you want to condemn them both? Her words to Fenrir in specific had been private, the prefect didn't need to know Willow was begging for her life. That was unnessecary.
The young lycan reappeared on the edge of the funeral gathering, feeling a knot rise in her stomach. Her sire was twice her size when he was a wolf, and he towered over the Ravenclaw like a monster. He is a monster, she thought. Willow had seen the remains of the girl in the woods, and knew who was responsible. Naturally, she hadn't said anything about it. Fenrir was her sire, and nothing would change that. She watched the demon-possessed Lucius haughtily, daring him to try anything.
Not Morgan, Willow whispered, turning pleading eyes upon her sire. It's my fault she's here, she meant no disrespect. My fault, Fenrir.
There was the familiar Cazadora. He spoke as the lycans did, which threw Willow off. Morgan was calling to him, begging, even as Fenrir stood ready to tear her open. If Fenrir tried to eat her as he had the other girl, Willow wasn't sure what she would do. He was her sire, but Morgan was her friend. She looked at the familiar, then turned her gaze skyward, thinking she would be unsurprised if she saw the hawk creature there.
Morgan, if you die, won't the wolf die anyway, and the hawk as well? Do you want to condemn them both? Her words to Fenrir in specific had been private, the prefect didn't need to know Willow was begging for her life. That was unnessecary.