Only a few more days till the moon is full Thought the man that now looked into the night sky at the silvery orb in the sky. He had found his way once again onto th grounds of Firefox university. He had only moved into drakborough a week ago and it seemed the school was proving an interesting place, even from the outside.
He now stood at the Edge of the infamous Fenrir's woods. The dark forest before him would prove, he hoped, to be a pleasent place to hide on the full moon, he had a feeling he wouldn't be wanted around on those nights and was more than happy to stay out of peoples way.
He was actually quite the woodsman. This was attributed to the fact that he had spent many full moons in other forested areas. So as he stepped across the treshold of the tree line even in the dark it wasn't difficult to keep his footing. He had heard enough to know he would need to aleast talk to the local Lycans of the woods, and at the very least make sur he would be allowed to roam free on their territory.
He hadn't bothered to cover his scent as he wasn't without the smell of what he truely was. That alone should give any intolerant lycan's pause. His wolf-like scent wasn't his only defence. he also had his wand and switch-blade knife in his pocket. The knife was more a tool than a weapon, but he knew how use it.
So he made his way into the woods. Hoping for the best, but also fearing the worst.
Post by Marc Streampaw on May 8, 2008 19:28:45 GMT -5
"Hoooooooooooooooooooowl"
Come . . . back . . . Deer!!!!
These words had no sooner sprung into Seth's mind, then a young Lycan lept from the underbrush and onto him.
Dinner . . . come back Dinner . . . sighed the Lycan sadly. Suddenly he seemed to notice he had jumped onto something alive.
Hello he thought to Seth, but then suddenly began to panic. Oh NO!!! I am sorry! I am very very sorry! He jumped off Seth and backed up fearfully. I didn't see you I swear! I was hunting - DEER! Not anything Bad! It was an accident! Please PLEASE don't tell on me. He Whined and whimpered. If the BFC found out he'd leaped onto a person he was Toast!
The wind was knocked out of as a mass of muscle, bone, and fur, slammed into the front of him with incredible force, almost instantly followed by soil, wood, and stone slammed into his back. He heard the words in his head but he didn't make sense of it at first. the blow had stunned him so it took a few minutes to make the world stop spinning.
He rolled over ont his hand and after getting ont his hands and knees, he felt head head shake and then the shaking moved sown his body like a wave, He shook the Dirt off of him like a dog. His mind still only half there as he got up reverted to the feral canine within for the moment but his human side took control as soon as the shaking stopped. He realizaed what he was doing and everything rushed back at him. He shot to his feet and turned to see a young Lycan Cowering near by.
"It's alright, I hold no grudge towards a fellow Canine." he said with grin. "Good pounce, bad aim. My name is Seth, a werewolf, pleased to meet you, but let's not have the same greeting next time."
Post by Marc Streampaw on May 8, 2008 20:19:55 GMT -5
Marc stopped cowering and looked surprised. Of all the people he could have pounced on he'd pounced on one of his own kind, one who was plenty willing to forgive him at that. Surely this was a good omen? My name is Marc, I am of the Streampaw Clan . . well, the Last of the Streampaw Clan actually. He sighed, then when Seth asked that there been no more greetings like that one Marc paused.
I can not shake your hand, he thought, because I would have to transform and I have left my nice cloths in the den I dug, by the Big Stream. I will bow instead, and he did. It resembled the sort of bow a horse might be trained to perform but it got the message across. It was clear that Marc was no stranger to manners, even if his family wasn't around anymore to grind them into him.
Are you coming here to live? Asked Marc as he straighted up once more. If you are you must meet Mr. Fenrir, he is the Master of this wood. Though he hasn't any Clan, he is big and scary, crossing him isn't a good idea at all. But you are nice, so if you want you can tell him I vouch for you.
Marc gave a Lycan grin, lolled is tongue and panted a bit, he'd had a fast run after the deer. If Mr. Fenrir lets you stay I will show you some good spots for a den . . . I didn't use them because I like being near the water, and the water is in deeper than these other spots.
Seth smiled at how naive Marc was. "I'm not a Lycan I'm a werewolf. I can still use my magic, and I can't transform right now, When the moon, is high in the sky and the brightest it can be it cause magic in me to force me to transform whether i want to or not, the transformation for me is painful, so painful in fact that without a magic potion my human mind leaves me, and I become a true monster..." He stopped as me had memories of the first time he transformed. He grew up without his muggle parents.
"I can't control what I do when that happens if I don't drink the potion on the night of the Full Moon, no werewolf can. I-I've killed people I care about, and only find out the morning after when I wake up human and found what's left of them. Some people are ignorant and don't understand so with or without the potion I prefer not to be noticed by other wizards. I only need to be here once every moon." He grinned and projected his thought to Marc But if it's alright with fenrir I could always visit my Lycan Friends.
Post by Marc Streampaw on May 8, 2008 21:26:13 GMT -5
Marc cocked his head to the side and thought for a few moments.
That is very sad, he thought, I would run far away from here if I thought Miss Ashelle would ever be in danger from me. I would run, and go live in Nomansland. I heard that even armies never go there and that it is off of Cape Cod in America. He looked sad and had stopped panting. He sat down in fount of Seth and looked up at him wonderingly.
I am glad you have a Magic Drink to control your mind for you. Miss Ashelle told me that is what a Potion is. You are welcome in my small territory on the full moons anytime if Mr. Fenrir says it is okay. Then he stopped and thought again. If one looked carefully one would see that Marc's expression wasn't just that of a canine thinking, but had a lot of Humanoid qualities to it. You'd almost expect him to scratch his head, if he'd had a hand.
You live among the humans, maybe you can help me. My clan was one of the older ones, so we had nice pillows and things in our den. I was taught how to dig my den in a way so that it had steps and we used to put pillows on the steps for furniture. and we had a fireplace too - for warmth. But I don't have any pillows now or any way to start a fire . . . the flint we used and the pillows were all left behind when the BFC smoked us out. If I . . . worked for you as your dog, would you get me these things?
It was hard for Marc to say that. He remembered his father proudly boasting he had never worked for any Human, but he also remembered his Grandfather saying that that was because he'd brought him up to obey Wizarding Law. Then Grandfather would tell of the time he'd been a sheep herder for three years after stealing 6 sheep over the course of 3 months. I got off easy because the Hunter who caught me was kind. Her daughter started a Clan with a Wizard called Rainier. I should find out how they are doing. They have very kind Witches in that Clan.
"You'd be a pretty big dog, but I may be able to help you in other ways." he said smiling widely. He had shared something dark about himself now he would tell make about his hobbies. "I'm from far up north of here and where I lived I was a trusted forest guide. You see, some witches wizards, and even muggles seem to like nature as much as animals do, but only get to be part of it when they are not busy with their human business. So some would come to me and ask me to teach them about the woods I grew up in and even spend nights outside under the stars just because the like to. There are also Humans that like hunting and fishing for their food is fun as well. I'm happy to say I teach the ones who don't know how sometimes. And I like doing each of these things myself. You seem pretty young for a lycan. Maybe I could help you in the same way? And i can understand a Lycan wanting some human comforts." He stopped himself from talking too much and let Marc think.
"Speaking of you being young, you said you where the last of you clan, what happened to the others to your family?"
Post by Marc Streampaw on May 12, 2008 19:56:20 GMT -5
Marc again pondered. You said you can help me but you still haven't said How I could pay you back? You can't get something for nothing, after all . . . and I am not so young I am 14. I would have had my first hunt with the Pack if I still had my Clan. However before he'd gotten a reply, Seth had changed the subject to something the young Lycan didn't want to really think about anymore. He lay down on the grown and whined mournfully. They were killed by the BFC. he sniffed sadly. Ohhhooooooo, my poor brothers and sisters, my poor Alpha and the other hunters! I miss my mother and Grandmother! "Ahoooooooooooooooooooo!!" Marc howled aloud as if in great pain.
The BFC Killed the hunters, and smoked the last of us out of our ancestral cave in the bluff by the stream. I think it was because the sheep farmers complained that the hunters had taken two sheep that summer. But we were staving and mother had just given birth to another litter of puppies. It was a dry summer and the deer had moved on to lusher pastures . . . what could we do? Some time they'd wander right past our cave . . . Miss Ashelle thinks we may have been set up! I am willing to work off the fine that my family would ordinarily have paid, more than willing! But The BFC has changed hands and now they want my kinds destruction! Is two sheep really worth so many deaths? The farmers would have killed them eventually anyway!
Marc whimpered and howled softly. I don't wanna die Seth. I'll never eat Sheep again I promise! It will be as taboo as Human to me I swear it! Marc thought Seth would understand that Human was the Lycan's highest Taboo right up there with the eating of ones own kind. The Truest Lycan Clans had stood by that law, which was why they'd survived so long. Only Rouges 'bit the hand that saved' them, and that led to their doom. But now it seemed there was no law, and all Lycans were doomed. For what offense, Marc didn't know, nor could he wrap his head around what it might be.
Last Edit: May 12, 2008 21:07:59 GMT -5 by Marc Streampaw
Seth was about to comment on his hunting when the Lycan broke down into mornful sobs. Seth had a soft spot for his lupine kin. Seth was now learning that Marc was not born human, that or he joined a pack after being changed at a very young age, which can happen. Still There wasn't enough information here for Seth to totally take a side. For all he knew the hunters did more, still that wouldn't be enough to rationalize extermination of the entire family.
He walked closer and placed a gentle hand on the lycan's shoulder, in a gesture to show he felt sorry for the wolf's losses. "As far as I'm concerned you've payed enough. The most I'd allow you to pay me at this moment is to show me arround these woods if I get permission from Mr. Fenrir, and maybe a good word or two. And who is Miss Ashelle? you've mentioned her before?"
Post by Marc Streampaw on May 17, 2008 18:49:02 GMT -5
You are kind to put such a slight price on what you offer. Thought Marc. I would be glad to do that for you. Mr. Fenrir is not unreasonable . . . at least sometimes. I do hope he lets you come visit me. The Lycan boy smiled slightly and his tail began to swish half heartedly. Then Seth happened to ask about Ashelle.
Marc perked up considerably at them mention of his favorite Witch. Miss Ashlee is a good friend. She used to be a BFC Hunter, but she turned away from them once she heard my story and saw my proof. She is very kind and sweet, but fiery and determined. She is proud, but not overly so, and thought I am not sure, I have sensed that she can be a bit high strung too. She loves animals and her Malamute Raiku is one of my dear friends.
Marc's tail wagged happily as he thought of Ashelle. If I can't ever have my home back, I would wish to live with Miss Ashelle. She says her home is big enough, but if I could I would like to live on her property by a stream.
Seth smiled at the young lycan. "Actually, what I ask is worth more than you might think. This is the perfect hide away. You know what it's like to be persecuted for something you didn't do. But I'm persecuted for thing that i not only have done but things I could do. And Because I'm still a wizard I sort of have to put up with other humans. Being able to get away is very valuable to me." He said. kinda beginning to ramble.
The way Marc talked about made Seth grin suspiciously. "This Ashelle sounds like a good girl." he wondered if he should prod into how much he liked Ashelle or not. Probably not. "What are you plans for rebuilding your clan?" he asked instead. He wondered if Marc had ever really thought about it.
Post by Marc Streampaw on May 17, 2008 20:49:55 GMT -5
Marc had not thought about it. However he had a good Witch friend who thought about it all the time. I . . . I don't really know what I would do to rebuild my clan.Marc looked thoughtful. But Ashelle says that you have to be 'great' in order to be respected well enough to build a Clan back up. She says first you have to become 'great' then you retire and mate with someone else 'great' then you have 'great' children. I don't mind if my Mate isn't 'great' I just want them to be nice and kind to me . . . I'd like the kind of Mate that my mother was to my Father. She was good and kind, but also smart and good at healing.
Marc grew pensive, this next thoughts were hesitant. Miss Ashelle says in order to remain strong one should mate their children -when they get older- with other 'great' children. I don't know about that. Of one Mates and makes a Clan, I think they should do it out of love, not duty. If some day a child of mine wishes to mate, and the Lycan they want happens to be 'great' than I will be very happy for them. But all that is a long way off. I am but 14 and females smell funny to me still . . . well . . . not as funny as they used to . . . kinda good I guess . . . but I couldn't imagine Mating with one!!!
If a Lycan could blush than Marc would have been. He had brought his paw up to his nose and was trying to hide behind it. I think Mother would be shocked that I was thinking of leaving the Clan at this age. She would tell me 'there is plenty of time for growing up, but only a little while to be young'.
Last Edit: May 17, 2008 20:50:24 GMT -5 by Marc Streampaw
Seth thought a moment. the boy didn't seem to get the big picture yet, but he needed to if he was going to have a family again. He sighed and began talking in a caring yet more serious tone. "You mother was correct, when she said that to you before but I don't believe it's what she would tell you know. You have no one to back you up anymore though. Its true that under a circumstance where you have a family to watch over and protect you, you have the luxury of being young and not worrying about the future until it comes." He paused, what he needed to tell the wolf was important.
"In a wolf pack, when the alpha dies the next in line becomes the new Alpha. Marc, do you understand what that means for you. your alpha is dead and so is anyone else that could take his place, there is only one Lycan left to take up that position and carry on the blood of the Streampaw clan to the next generation." he paused again. and let Marc think. "You are now the Alpha male of your clan Marc. You are the only one that has the ability to dictate whether your clan lives on, or dies. I don't think you have the luxury of sitting around and being young anymore, you are the oldest one left alive in your family. you are the sream paw clan. Only those you invite into the pack, and your future offspring are Streampaws"
Post by Marc Streampaw on May 21, 2008 20:44:27 GMT -5
Marc had placed his paw back on the ground and was looking at them sadly. He knew this, most certainly he did, but he really didn't like the idea of bringing pups into this world who were in danger. He didn't want them to have to live in fear. After all fear breeds anger and anger, violence. The last thing Marc wanted was to bring more Rouges into this world.
But, but . . . the only Female in these woods is Fenrir's mum . . . she is about my age but . . . if she made him . . . I kinda don't want to be linked to him if possible. Marc pawed the ground like a kid being forced to apologize to an elder. He didn't know what to think about what Seth was saying . . . what was he supposed to do? Waltz up to Cella's den and say 'Seth told me to ask you if you wanna make puppies with me?' The thought of it just made Marc cringe, and want to bury himself in a hole.
Females are kind of . . . hard, anyway. None of them are . . . well . . . Females my age just want to play and tease. I will have a pack one day, I swear, but I don't know. I don't know how to think to a girl. And anyway Females like a good hunter! Ashelle is a good hunter, AND she can heal . . . she is a nurse! I'd want a mate with those qualities.
Seth couldn't stop himself from grinning. "I never said it had to be this soon. I also never said that the mate had to be a Lycan. What's wrong with perusing Ashelle. From what you say, she would probably understand. Your either heads over heels for her, you think it wrong to ask a human out. But you are right about going up to a female and saying you want to mate with her, as being wrong. Maybe I should talk to Ashelle, and see what she thinks about the idea." Seth could see that this girl would be very helpful to mark whether or not Marc liked the Idea. "Marc, can you read?" He asked, suddenly curious.
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