Post by Marc Streampaw on Mar 19, 2008 12:48:43 GMT -5
Marc was hungry. Ashelle's care packages had been becoming fewer and further between. Marc knew what that meant. It was becoming more and more dangerous up there at the castle. Marc was now fourteen. If he'd still had a family he would have been on his first Hunting Trip by now. If he was good he might have even joined the hunting team of his family. As it was he had no one left . . . and he was hungry.
Ashelle had warned him to practice walking though the wood without making any noise . . . she had told him the woods were safe for him for now, but no one could be sure how long that would last. Still right now all Marc could think of was his empty tummy. He pointed his snout to the crescent moon and howled into the night.
I'mmmmm Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuungreeeeeeeeeeeeeeey! Then he whimpered, and continued to walk. He hadn't seen the great Fenrir yet . . . the first time they'd met was in pitch darkness. He had smelled him around but usually it was only from afar, and he'd never actually tried to find him. Still if anyone would know about hunting it would be him . . . or did he only know the 'wrong' kind of hunting? Marc would just have to ask him.
Last Edit: Apr 10, 2008 18:34:39 GMT -5 by Marc Streampaw
(OOC: This is in replacement of the tread with Fenrir.
I pray you don't mind me butting in, and my post is subject to change if need be. Especially the mild g-modeing of ashelle. I would have asked to do so if you where on.)
Malachy had talked with Ashelle earlier that morning She had confided that she hadn't been able to get her care packages to her 'friend,' and that she was worried about him. Malachy decided to do something about it for her. Of course he didn't tell her that. He didn't want her to worry, and he had ulterior motives. He wanted to meet marc for himself, After the murder he needed to prove to himself that not all lycans where bad, as much as he believed there where he had been having lingering doubts for a while. He also thought it wise to fill the Lycan in on current events it would be safer for marc to give fenrir the news he had than for himself to do it. He needed to enter the forest, and Ashelle had unwittingly given him just the excuse he needed. He would tell her what he did after words.
Right after that he had made his way to the library and looked for a few specific spells that he knew existed, but he had yet to learn. These spells would be a way to hide from the great lycan, fenrir, with out wasting the one hour dose of Fenrir-Polyjuice. Thankfully he had found and perfected it by late afternoon. He then started making a few mental plans for how he would do things and decided that night time would be the best time to go.
So near midnight when he fellow classmates where asleep he grabbed a small test tube of his lycan senses potion and sneaked his way to the kitchens. There he had the house-elves put together a sack of raw salted meats. It was a sack that was used for shipping and wouldn't leak. He tied the bag and hung it over his back as he made his way to the main doors then outside. He moved as swiftly as possible across the dark, quiet until he got to the edge of the woods.
He put the 20 pound sack of raw met on the ground, which really wasn't all that heavy, and looked ahead at the darkness before him. "this is going to be dangerous." He said under his breath, and the he felt the ring on finger contract in agreement. He pulled his wand from the inner pocket of his Slytherin robes and pointed it at himself. And in a hushed whisper he spoke the charms he had learned in the library first, "occulto scaena" He felt a sensation like goose-bumps run through his body as the scent in his sweat and breath vanished with out a trace. Not he was safe from being found by smell; Second. "adverto Marc This was a variant of Accio, but nsted of pulling the target to him it would just lead the target to him. It was a way to force a crossing-of-paths. He put his wand away and brought out the potion, it would only work at night and it would be his only way of finding his way around with out needing to see in this nearly opaque blackness. He brought the silvery liquid to his lips and drank it. And instantly the night was alive with every thing from trees to sleeping birds, he knew where all of it was, well all except himself anyway, which for some reason felt awkward, but the absence of his scent was necessary. He re-stoppered the empty bottle and put it back with his wand.
He lugged the bag back over his shoulder, and made his way in, with his nose as his guide he moved inward until he found what he was looking for, Which didn't take long to find. He heard the howl and moved toward it. He had found him, and made his way closer while he was howling so he wouldn't know he was there. He stood just out of his peripheral vision as soon as he spoke Marc only needed to turn his head to find the voice's source. Then he spoke in barely a whisper to the whimpering Lycan. "Hungry, according to Ashelle you should be of hunting age, Marc." He through down the sack which fell open slightly as it fell to the ground. "Pray Ashelle was right about you if not I'm dog food." He said with a smile that said he trusted Ashelle and him. and the he waited for Marc's reply
Post by Marc Streampaw on Apr 10, 2008 16:12:12 GMT -5
Marc yelped and jumped away from the noiseless scentless being who'd snuck up on him. It was much the same reaction that a student would have had if they'd been surprised by a fellow student or sibling. The difference being it was nearly impossible for anyone to surprise a Lycan and so Marc's reaction was more intense.
"Who . . . w-what are you! Thought Marc rather loudly. He sniffed, but could only smell the meat the being was apparently giving to him. Ashelle had warned him about taking food from strangers - what could be stranger than a being he couldn't smell or hear except when he spoke?
"Explain yourself! thought Marc, with a scary Growl. "Don't you try to shoot me or poison me! Ashelle will . . ." He seemed to be thinking of the right word. ". . .will 'exact her revenge' if you harm me!" though he was growling and had his hackles raised, he was not advancing, but walking backward. Despite his hunger he was eager to get away from this being he couldn't fathom. Yet it was clear his curiosity and hunger were strong enough to at least allow Malachy to explain himself if he was quick and convincing.
Last Edit: Apr 10, 2008 18:36:07 GMT -5 by Marc Streampaw
Malachy being on guard, though he trusted Marc and would do nothing to hurt the canine, he flinched back to show that he didn't want to fight. "My name is Malachy, and I'm a student from Firefox university. My scent is being hidden by magic, the last thing I needed was to run into the forest's name sake. I mean no threat to you. If you need proof, this spell only has a range of about five feet. If you came closer you should get a good whiff of your friend, Ashelle" He explained calmly.
"I found out about you on my own, but I'm friends enough with Ashelle for her to tell me about her being unable to get any of her care packages too you. With out her knowing I decided to bring you one myself, in order to get to know you better." he kept his voice low it would be low enough to sound like normal speech to Marc, and he hoped his voice didn't carry too much.
Last Edit: Apr 10, 2008 17:01:28 GMT -5 by Malachy
Post by Marc Streampaw on Apr 10, 2008 18:33:26 GMT -5
Marc stopped growling and put his head to the side. Wizards and Witches were pretty fabulous creatures to the young Lycan, and it could be that what this one said was true. Also, if Malachy was going to shoot him, he could have already done so and if he meant to trick him into eating poison he would surly smell of such a mixture and if Malachy smelled of something other than Ashelle Marc could run away very fast. Maybe . . .
Don't you move, Wizard Malachy, thought Marc in what he hoped was a scary tone. Don't you move till I say so! When Malachy seemed to be holding still, Marc crept forward on his belly. Slowly slowly, he advanced, till his head was inside the invisible bubble of magic. He took a good long sniff of Malachy's nearest robe sleeve and found to his delight and relief, that it had indeed been wrapped around Miss Ashelle only hours ago. Not only that but according to the smell she wasn't at frightened or in pain at that time . . . such smells were much different than the one he was smelling.
Mr. Malachy! thought the pup to Malachy in relief and joy. He came closer and smelled Malachy's scent in order to remember him and wagged his tail and turned around in a few circles to express his happiness. Oh Mr. Malachy, Mr. Malachy! Is all that really for me? And without waiting for an affirmative thought in return the slim Lycan dove into the meat. I'm so happy, I'm so happy!! He thought, his mouth full of delicious meat. He ate quite a few mouth fulls before he remembered his command to the wizard. Oh uh . . . you can move now if you like. he though and went back to eating.
Last Edit: Apr 10, 2008 18:38:17 GMT -5 by Marc Streampaw
Decided to try the thought speech the mark was using he tried thinking words at mark the same way he did when he was in the crypt talking to the dead. You know Marc, you're not very good at being menacing. I'm surprised there aren't herds of deer cuddling with you. it was meant to be a half hearted insult, and he added a small pep-talk. I know you feel bad about what's happened to you, but you need to get in touch with your feral side a bit. The relying on a human for food can end up being a bad thing, hunting and killing food for yourself would probably be a better choice. He said encouragingly. There was an obvious cap in culture, as Malachy was trying to start conversation with the lycan.
Last Edit: Apr 10, 2008 19:25:05 GMT -5 by Malachy
Post by Marc Streampaw on Apr 10, 2008 20:51:07 GMT -5
Gap in culture though there may be boys are usually always boys where ever you go. I'd like to see you try to compete with Fenrir for food. Marc replied while holding a bone in between his paws and gnawing the meat off it, laughter in his mental voice. However he then stopped for a moment and looked at the half finished bone as if unsure of it.
I know I am too old to be as dependent on my Pack as I am on Miss Ashelle. I just miss the companionship of my brothers and sisters and mum and my Alpha and the little pups. I'd like to hunt for myself but I haven't learned much more than pouncing and biting yet . . . I have never been in a real 'pursuit' before. Once when I was a little pup and the Litter above me came back from their first Hunt -I remember- one of them said 'It ran so FAST!' and collapsed on the floor of our den breathing so hard. The Alpha and the other Hunters laughed a bit, but his litter mates agreed with him. Marc paused in his story. He seemed to be thinking very hard about what he remembered. However after a bit he again began gnawing on what was left on the bone.
Besides, even if I was able to catch something, deer are BIG! It could trample me before I could kill it, and I have no way of calling Miss Ashelle to heal me and my grandmum is dead .. . . she was the healer of our pack and mum was studying under her. I remember once when I was very young granddad told a story about how he got his leg trampled. Grandmum healed him as best she could, but he couldn't lead the Hunt anymore, that is when my dad became Alpha. It was long before I was born they both said. My Alpha Let Granddad stay in the pack because . . . he knew Human and Wizard secrets . . . he could "talk" his way out of anything, they said. Malachy, Marc continued eating but looked at Malachy intently. What does that mean?
Malachy grinned at how ironically luck Marc was for asking Malachy this very question. He could tell Marc was a bit naive in his own right and it seemed malachy needed to let Marc on a little thing called guile. I think I can explain it for you. He said as he looked around. He picked up a dried leaf that was surprisingly still intact from fall and he held it up. Marck, i know you've been in the woods long enough to see manytypes of bugs and lizards and such. Have you noticed how When a butterfly folds it's wings up it makes itself look like a dead leaf, It's something called camouflage. There is a reason for this, it so that when a hungry bird comes bat look for a bug to eat, the butterfly folds it wings, and the bird passes it by, being fooled into thinking that what it sees is only a leaf. Talking your way out of something else very similar to this. Like camouflage, is a way to hide the full truth in order to avoid something bad. Only by doing it with words rather than by turning invisible.
Malachy grinned and had the perfect example. I got a really good example. At the school students are suppose to go to class at specific times during the day, if we are noth there we get in trouble. Well you see, i had to talk my way out of being punished for this the day I first met Ashelle. I was suppose to be in class, but didn't want to be, but Ashelle found me. She was about to turn me in when I Brought up that i had heard some weird things about the BFC, this was before i knew what they where. When she told me I said I'd like to help if I could, then I appologized and told her I wouldn't break the rules again, so instead of punishing be she let me off with a simple warning. That how I talked my wayoyut of getting into trouble. And ever sense I've thought of Ashelle as a friend. Do you understand? He explained.
Post by Marc Streampaw on Apr 13, 2008 11:10:49 GMT -5
Marc chewed slowly on his bone, clearly thinking carefully about what Malachy had said. Disguising ones words to get out of trouble . . . was that what mum was trying to do when she said they were homeless people camping out in the clans cave? Her words hadn't worked that time. Then again when butterflies tried to look like leaves, their deception didn't always work . . . sometimes the bird ate them anyway.
Still Ashelle had always urged him to not lie -which he'd found out from her was to 'say that which was false'. Words were for communicating that which was . . . there was no point in communicating that which wasn't . . . was there? When any one of the elder Lycan's Spoke to Humans or Wizards the often had to say ' that which was false', usually to save the pack more trouble. But even Marc's own mum had always said the only reason she and the elders had to say such things to Humans and Wizard-kind was because they weren't smart enough to be able to understand true communication.
"Mum used to say that Human and Wizard kind didn't understand us." thought Marc slowly. She said that to communicate 'that which is false' was a flaw in the heart, but it was the only way - if we attempted to truly communicate, the Humans and Wizards wouldn't believe. Ashelle was the first person I ever talked to, yet she valued the true communication. It made me confused. Marc finished that bone and picked up another and -placing it between his front paws- began to eat slowly again.
You say that 'to say the false' is a way of hiding to avoid danger. I think I understand that, but I am now more confused. What makes 'the words that are not' so powerful that danger forgets about you? Ashelle told me that if Wizards should ask me what happened I should not ever 'say the false' because I will be made to take an oath that says I may not plus it would hurt my case. Marc licked his chops and then asked a good question.
How does one tell when to 'say that which is false' to avoid danger, and when to try true communication? Is the danger always obvious? Do all Humans and Wizard-kind take an oath before using true communication? Do your folk ever get confused as to who is truly communicating and with is 'saying that which is not?' " Marc whined softly, Trying to wrap his head around this new concept.
Malachy had listened carefully to Marcs words and had to stop himself from laughing at something that wasn't funny was was still ironic. It was just like Ashelle to say that lies where wrong 100% of the time. That statement it itself was a lie. Malachy had to think carefully before answering.
That is more difficult to explain. I think I understand what she was telling you about. First she wasn't speaking of casual talk from one individual to another, sort of like what we are doing now. She was talking about if you where caught and brought in for questioning. In which case they have a person take an oath to tell the truth while being questioned. If you violating that oath, answering their questions with something that isn't true, is against the law. But that oath only applies when you're being questioned about something serious. He paused a moment and let mark thing while he gorged himself.
Marc, Ashelle isn't the only human that understands you. I understand you, but other don't see an intelligent animal when they see a Lycan. Some only see a monster. Humans will believe just about anything you tell them as long as the either fear what you say is true or hope that it is true. And some people are so afraid of the truth or too lazy that they make themselves believe lies. Like their belief that creatures like yourself, like Fenrir. Are completely monsters that only want to harm people. In thuis case there thoughts are proved true, in their minds, because lycans, like Fenrir, have attacked and killed people. In this case, in some ways, Fenrir is just as ignoprant as the people who fear lycans. He was once human, he knows the lies that people believe. And he fears those lies so much that be believe that all people are like that. He also knows that some people who think that way, want to kill what ever they think is a monster no matter what the truth is. So just to be safe Fenrir becomes the verything that people fear to be true and in the end only makes their false beliefes stronger. Fenrir, without trying, feeds the lies by hurting people.
What Ashelle told you to do was smart. If you lie about something that could cause harm to a person, then when the person finds out you where lieing they will stop trusting what you say to always be true. And they will be afraid that everything you are say may be false, and when people are afraid of something they will either run away form something or attack what ever is causing there fear. It is probably always better to tell that which is true, but sometimes to survive, you must lie. My advice is only to lie if you have no other option that will save your life. He knew that this would be confusing to Mark, and he didn't want to be a bad influence on him. Lies with vision, like that of a the butter fly can be good though. For example, when a wolf is hungry they hunt. Animals, such as deer, and rabbits fear you because they fear death. So if you want to eat you must back them believe that you are not there. when hunting, you must be silent, and and you must stay lowbeing as close to the ground as you can. When what you want to eat is in sight, make sur that ther scent is in the wind. and that the wind is blowing at you. so that your scent is being blown a way from their noses by the wind. Then I think you know what you do once you get close enough just remember that the fast way to kill your pray is a bite to the neck. He said and he grabbed his own neck, and bared it to the lycan in front of him so he would understand. He had just gave Marc a hunting lesson.
Marc, I am going to ask you to lie to Fenrir about what I said about him. It is a truth that he fears, and if he finds out who told you this truth or believe you know this truth he may try to kill the one that stated it. Please do not reveal what I told you to Fenrir. You don't have to lie, just speak as if you would have if I was never here. But i do have a message for you to share with Fenrir but you must say that Ashelle was the one that brought you the message, he doesn't know me and he won't trust me and if he know that I said it he will believe that it is a lie. Can I trust you in this? He asked wondering how much Marc understood about Fenrir.
Post by Marc Streampaw on Apr 17, 2008 16:23:03 GMT -5
Halfway through Malachy's speech Marc deiced he'd eaten his fill and wished to bury the rest for later. However he stayed this impulse long enough to hear the wizard out. He thought carefully about all that Malachy had said. Perhaps he was right, after all he did seem to know about hunting -he'd echoed everything that his own Pack had told him about hunting before. He was a wizard too so he must be pretty smart to know that sort of thing.
I will do as you say Mr. Malachy. After all, not saying anything isn't 'saying that which is not' it's just being silant. I will be silant that you came here tonight and I will be silant about were the news came from. I am sure that if i say 'I have news' Mr. Fenrir will not ask me from where. He will asume it came from Ashelle and if he asks I will simply say it is 'from the castle' then he will know it is from Ashelle for she is the last person from the castle he knew I was in contact with. 'From the Castle' isn't 'that which isn't - it's more like you say - camafloge.
Marc then walked a bit to the side of the small clearing and facing twards Malachy (so the dirt wouldn't fly at him) began to dig. I think I will bury the rest of this meat, then go and look for Mr. Fenrir. That way I can eat it later, or share it with him if he gets mad. Miss Ashelle says he has quiet the temper, and I am full for now, so it would be best not to waist the food.
Marc dug a good sized hole and then placed the leftover meat into it. He burried his stash carefully trying to pack the dirt down as tight as he could. Then he kicked leaves over the newly turned earth to be sure it wouldn't be found easily. He smiled and lolled his tognue out in a happy grin at his work then sat on the ground where the hole had been.
What is the news you wish me to tell him, Mr. Malachy? I suppose it's can't be good, seeing as Miss Ashlee's pacages have been so scares lately.
Last Edit: Apr 20, 2008 11:40:30 GMT -5 by Marc Streampaw
You are right about the news not being good. He said, now with a more down trodden expression. In Drakborough, the near by town. a Student was murdered by a lycan. From what I saw off the scene it was done in cold blood, and not by some Lycan in desperate need for a meal. He looked up at Marc and took a deep breath, be fore explaining how he, Ashelle, Morgan, a few of the teachers and a ministry member where all 'staying silent' about the attack being made by a Lycan.
Malachy also explained that it was to insure that the ministry was looking for 'who' did it like they should be. And if they knew 'what had done it the BFC was sure to point a finger at the first lycan they came across, whether they did it or not, and they'd probably use the murder as proof that all lycans where bad. I know you didn't do it ,but I'm not too sure about Fenrir, and if he didn't I wouldn't be surprised if he knows things that we don't. Still Fenrir might want to know.
Last Edit: Apr 18, 2008 12:55:55 GMT -5 by Malachy
Post by Marc Streampaw on Apr 20, 2008 11:39:05 GMT -5
Marc's eyes went wide, and he drew his tongue back into is mouth. His dinner had suddenly turned to stone in his stomach. My Alpha used to say that Rouge Lycan's never hunt for food, they just like to kill for fun - like humans. He considered them worse than humans because even though most humans couldn't be trusted and couldn't understand a Lycan should be able to be trusted and be able to understand. One that didn't was less than wolf, and worse than human.
Marc thought a moment. What was the difference between this new person and Mr. Fenrir? Not much when it came down to it. yet he had said he'd help Marc . . . even if it wasn't in the way Ashelle had wished. Marc's head was feeling tired again.
My Alpha said to never engage a Rouge if it could be avoided. But perhaps - being a Rouge himself- Mr. Fenrir will wish to destroy this Rouge for us? At any rate I will tell him . . . and I will try to hunt on my own too, I don't want to put Miss Ashelle in danger. She is my only hope. Marc nodded to Malachy and got up, turning to head back into the shadows that protected him.
'What's all this about ol' Mister Fenrir pups?' came a pyschic stream into the minds of those gathered. Lumbering out of the underbrush came a tall man, of about 6'6", and his single eye burned into their faces. He recognized the young pup, Streampaw, but he had no knowledge of this other one yet he knew for a fact that he was a human. The raven-haired lycan soundlessly adjusted his eyepatch and continued to stare down at the young ones. He smelled some carcass nearby, its stench disgusted him because it belonged to a creature, and he strode toward a tree stump, which he proceeded to sit upon. Snorting grumpily, the older lycan looked over at Streampaw before saying in his mind, 'What've you been talking about behind mae back Streampaw?'
'And who is this that standing here with ya? Never seen him in all me life, so ya've got 3 minutes to explain him ta me in a manner that will convince me not to eat him whole.'
Malachy flinched back in startled amazement at the sudden appearance of the Great Lycan. He had taken that potion and had the keen sense of the Lycan, but the way Fenrir snuck up on him made Malachy curse himself for overlooking the fact that he didn't know how to use the new ability as well as a lycan. He sent a message to Marc, knowing that he prior advise of lying would be very fatal. 'Marc, tell the truth, please.'
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