Post by Malachy on Jan 31, 2008 22:35:34 GMT -5
(I'm starting this before I loose the muse so here it goes.)
The sun had just risen to the east, and a cold mist was hanging over the grounds, and in between the many trees of the forest. No classes were being held today so most of the students at FireFox University where still in bed, and none but one was out side of the castle. A black cloak billowed out like an emerald rimed cape as an albino Slytherin student, dress in rather loose clothing, made his way across the grounds to Fenrir's wood
Clutched securely in the sixth years hand was a canteen filled with a potion The boy had been brewing for the past month and a half. He prayed it would work, his life depended on it to day. If it didn't work he would suffer a most agonizing death at the hands of the great Lycan lord of the forest, Fenris Fenrir.
Malachy Reached the edge of the forest the treeline extended wide in both directions. He had to do things quickly our things could go horribly wrong. His plan depended on the Polyjuice potion in his hand. When he drank it he would become the lord of the forest. He turn into the exact likeness of Fenris Fenrir, or so he hoped. If his instincts had been wrong in the Crypt about the hair, and if something was wrong with the potion or if he had u knowingly gotten fur mixed with hair when he added the final ingredient the plan was over before it even started.
There where also other things to consider even if everything involving the potion went right. Femrir was wanted by the BFC really bad and taking his form whether human or not was dangerous, and of course no one could exactly predict how Fenrir would react to having his clone walking around in his forest. Malachy was nervous as hell his mouth was dry and he was sure his thick with fear. What do you expect, he was putting his life on the line.
He swallow his fear. and forced himself to believe it would work out. He twisted the cap of the canteen off and lifted the open neck of the container to his lips. The thick bitter liquid went down with much resistance. It was as if his body was resisting what was about to happen to it. Suddenly, the air became still and quiet, as if the world where holding its breath in anticipation. The he felt his skin writhing and shifting and forming into something new. His skin was gaining color that it never had before, his hair was turning black and his muscles where hardening. His face began to itch as facial hair grew into place, and his body had a sudden growth spurt, thankfully his clothes where baggy in the first place.
During the transformation he had closed his eyes. and as he opened thm he notice that the depth of the world was distorted as if he was oly seeing half as well as before. The he noticed that one side of his vision was just fine he felt his face and noticed something missing. His right eye was completely gone. He would have to manage and he couldn't stay here long. He hurried into the forest. and keep moving in one direction, trying to get in as deep as he could.
(next post to Fenrir or Cealla please.)
The sun had just risen to the east, and a cold mist was hanging over the grounds, and in between the many trees of the forest. No classes were being held today so most of the students at FireFox University where still in bed, and none but one was out side of the castle. A black cloak billowed out like an emerald rimed cape as an albino Slytherin student, dress in rather loose clothing, made his way across the grounds to Fenrir's wood
Clutched securely in the sixth years hand was a canteen filled with a potion The boy had been brewing for the past month and a half. He prayed it would work, his life depended on it to day. If it didn't work he would suffer a most agonizing death at the hands of the great Lycan lord of the forest, Fenris Fenrir.
Malachy Reached the edge of the forest the treeline extended wide in both directions. He had to do things quickly our things could go horribly wrong. His plan depended on the Polyjuice potion in his hand. When he drank it he would become the lord of the forest. He turn into the exact likeness of Fenris Fenrir, or so he hoped. If his instincts had been wrong in the Crypt about the hair, and if something was wrong with the potion or if he had u knowingly gotten fur mixed with hair when he added the final ingredient the plan was over before it even started.
There where also other things to consider even if everything involving the potion went right. Femrir was wanted by the BFC really bad and taking his form whether human or not was dangerous, and of course no one could exactly predict how Fenrir would react to having his clone walking around in his forest. Malachy was nervous as hell his mouth was dry and he was sure his thick with fear. What do you expect, he was putting his life on the line.
He swallow his fear. and forced himself to believe it would work out. He twisted the cap of the canteen off and lifted the open neck of the container to his lips. The thick bitter liquid went down with much resistance. It was as if his body was resisting what was about to happen to it. Suddenly, the air became still and quiet, as if the world where holding its breath in anticipation. The he felt his skin writhing and shifting and forming into something new. His skin was gaining color that it never had before, his hair was turning black and his muscles where hardening. His face began to itch as facial hair grew into place, and his body had a sudden growth spurt, thankfully his clothes where baggy in the first place.
During the transformation he had closed his eyes. and as he opened thm he notice that the depth of the world was distorted as if he was oly seeing half as well as before. The he noticed that one side of his vision was just fine he felt his face and noticed something missing. His right eye was completely gone. He would have to manage and he couldn't stay here long. He hurried into the forest. and keep moving in one direction, trying to get in as deep as he could.
(next post to Fenrir or Cealla please.)