Post by Rezna Lardale on May 31, 2006 13:33:00 GMT -5
She ran, the faster the better, ran away from all the stress, the fear, the shock that had taken over her body but moments before. She also ran to help another, someone who was either dreadfully unlucky in getting caught in Fenrir's grasp or was outright stupid for venturing into the Wood to begin with. In either case, only a part of them had returned to school, a fresh part of them still spewing blood onto the pavement. And now another followed them into the dark happenings inside the Wood.
Rezna tried her best to brace herself for the worst as she headed into the lycan's forest. She figured things had to be pretty bad, but had the blond only the slightest bit of Sight, she would have surely resigned herself to death as she stepped into the dark mass of trees that served as the lycan's territory. Using her sense of smell as her guide, the girl picked her way along the foliage in the direction of where surely the victim and her captor were. When lost, caws from a certain invisible creature above her told her the way.
Oceana's presence was yet another thing that was eating away at Rezna's mind. The dragon would not leave, despite any and all of her mistress's urgings. Now that she came into the forest, the blond grew grateful for the slight comfort she received in knowing she was not there alone. However, she had only tripled her charms on the dragon, figuring she would take no chances at Oceana being discovered by Fenris, or even the student there, for that matter. Although, human magic could only take her so far, and the other creature who had joined the party was surely not going to be hindered by a few invisibility charms. Though that, Rezna had yet to realize.
Suddenly violet light flared up ahead and a strange female voice caused the Hufflepuff girl to slow to a stop as she crouched lower to the ground, green eyes straining to see what was happening before her. From between the trees, some still charred and smoldering, some not, a tall female creature was visible as she walked regally about the clearing. Her long violet hair and pale skin spoke well of her of inhuman nature, and her strange features only hinted at the power she possessed. Watching her from behind the trees, heart beating a thousand beat per minute it seemed, Rezna couldn't help but swear under hear breath at her predicament. Things were definitely not going in her favor, and probably not for whoever it was that the female now crouched before on the ground.
Crawling forward a bit more, the blond cursed again as she saw who it was that now lay slouched against a tree, her left hand true to previous knowledge, bloody and torn. I might have known, Rezna thought as she bit her lit against the sight of her friend's form on the ground. Why did you venture here again, Roan, why oh why did you have to bring this on yourself? As much bravery as you have, you have enough recklessness to make up for it, foolish girl! Out of all the people, WHY did it have to be YOU? Tears threatened in Rezna's eyes as Kesterel fingered Roan's arm and the place where the appendage had been severed. Blood was ever pouring out of it, but it seemed the Hufflepuff Prefect was no longer conscious. The Hufflepuff only hoped that it was unconsciousness, not death. Never death.
Swallowing, Rezna felt her throat go dry and her hands began to shake slightly. Rezna was not as reckless as her friend and knew she wasn't invincible. There was a lycan before her and a strange creature who seemed to be on his side. Neither of the two were great friend's of hers, and most definitely neither would allow her to waltz in and take back Roan before the girl bled to death. She might be unconscious now and perhaps the shock she had experienced would have dulled her nerves and senses so that she could not feel the immediate pain, but neither would last for long. And above all the fear that clawed at her heart, Rezna's greatest worry was for her friend, one who had suffered so much, had taught her so much, and was now in such danger. Someone who meant a great deal to her was lying before her on the brink of death.
Taking a deep breath, the blond haired girl pushed herself off of the log she had been leaning against and walked toward the clearing, or what was now a clearing at any case, and into the inevitable meeting between what Rezna would soon come to realize was her and two lycans and a Nephilim. On her way, the girl pulled off her school robe and hid her wand in her jeans, covering it with her plain white top. She learned from experience that it was best not to come armed into such a situation of you didn't want to make those you were facing angrier than they already were. Besides, somewhere about her, was a friend whose large black-blue eyes were surely watching her every move. Oceana had done well at her training and perhaps this was her time to show it off, a practice session before the war. That was, if she and her mistress survived to see it.
Coming to stand in the clearing, Rezna was sure she looked more like some woodland child then a student. Her long blond hair was filled with branches and leaves that got stuck there on her mad run to and through the Wood. Her jeans were muddy and her skin scratched at some places. However, besides all that, Rezna stood her full height and looked about at those before her with a gaze that held in it every emotion in the book, for that was what she felt. The girl had not the strength to hide any emotion, but really she would rather let them see all of them. She had not come with an offensive in mind. No, she came because of a message; she came to retrieve Fenrir's prize. That was of course, easier said then done, for a lycan, true to his animal nature, was most likely not inclined to let a meal go, but Rezna was not one to give up easily. She had to try, for her friend's sake.
"She won't be able to tell you a thing," Rezna finally spoke, her voice louder than she expected it to be seeing how her throat closed up on the sight before her eyes. "If she is not treated soon, Miss, she will die, and any answer you wish to get from her will be gone for sure." Rezna directed her words to Kesterel who had asked Roan something a few moments before.
Then turning slightly, Rezna let her gaze fall on the great lycan, standing his full height only a few feet before her, the same as ever. After swallowing the lump in her throat again, she spoke to him in turn. "You sent a message to the school, written in her blood, so you must not be surprised I came, oh Lord of the Wood. It is common knowledge that you and Roan have become sworn enemies; however, you must keep your allegiances in mind, Great Lycan. If you let this girl die, when clearly it is not in self-defense, you know that the whole school will retaliate. An ally turned against the school will not be taken lightly. We all have enough problems, but I beg you not to bring about more for all of us. I came here not to cause you harm, but for her."
Then, her green eyes still locked on the lycan though she kept Kesterel well in her line of sight, not to mention the smaller woof before them, Rezna finished her small speech with the following, her words serious to the core, "And no matter what you decide to do, Lord Fenrir, I will not leave Roan here. Neither will I wait long for you to make up your mind. She needs help this very instant, and her life will not wait for the likes of you any more than for any other living being."
Rezna tried her best to brace herself for the worst as she headed into the lycan's forest. She figured things had to be pretty bad, but had the blond only the slightest bit of Sight, she would have surely resigned herself to death as she stepped into the dark mass of trees that served as the lycan's territory. Using her sense of smell as her guide, the girl picked her way along the foliage in the direction of where surely the victim and her captor were. When lost, caws from a certain invisible creature above her told her the way.
Oceana's presence was yet another thing that was eating away at Rezna's mind. The dragon would not leave, despite any and all of her mistress's urgings. Now that she came into the forest, the blond grew grateful for the slight comfort she received in knowing she was not there alone. However, she had only tripled her charms on the dragon, figuring she would take no chances at Oceana being discovered by Fenris, or even the student there, for that matter. Although, human magic could only take her so far, and the other creature who had joined the party was surely not going to be hindered by a few invisibility charms. Though that, Rezna had yet to realize.
Suddenly violet light flared up ahead and a strange female voice caused the Hufflepuff girl to slow to a stop as she crouched lower to the ground, green eyes straining to see what was happening before her. From between the trees, some still charred and smoldering, some not, a tall female creature was visible as she walked regally about the clearing. Her long violet hair and pale skin spoke well of her of inhuman nature, and her strange features only hinted at the power she possessed. Watching her from behind the trees, heart beating a thousand beat per minute it seemed, Rezna couldn't help but swear under hear breath at her predicament. Things were definitely not going in her favor, and probably not for whoever it was that the female now crouched before on the ground.
Crawling forward a bit more, the blond cursed again as she saw who it was that now lay slouched against a tree, her left hand true to previous knowledge, bloody and torn. I might have known, Rezna thought as she bit her lit against the sight of her friend's form on the ground. Why did you venture here again, Roan, why oh why did you have to bring this on yourself? As much bravery as you have, you have enough recklessness to make up for it, foolish girl! Out of all the people, WHY did it have to be YOU? Tears threatened in Rezna's eyes as Kesterel fingered Roan's arm and the place where the appendage had been severed. Blood was ever pouring out of it, but it seemed the Hufflepuff Prefect was no longer conscious. The Hufflepuff only hoped that it was unconsciousness, not death. Never death.
Swallowing, Rezna felt her throat go dry and her hands began to shake slightly. Rezna was not as reckless as her friend and knew she wasn't invincible. There was a lycan before her and a strange creature who seemed to be on his side. Neither of the two were great friend's of hers, and most definitely neither would allow her to waltz in and take back Roan before the girl bled to death. She might be unconscious now and perhaps the shock she had experienced would have dulled her nerves and senses so that she could not feel the immediate pain, but neither would last for long. And above all the fear that clawed at her heart, Rezna's greatest worry was for her friend, one who had suffered so much, had taught her so much, and was now in such danger. Someone who meant a great deal to her was lying before her on the brink of death.
Taking a deep breath, the blond haired girl pushed herself off of the log she had been leaning against and walked toward the clearing, or what was now a clearing at any case, and into the inevitable meeting between what Rezna would soon come to realize was her and two lycans and a Nephilim. On her way, the girl pulled off her school robe and hid her wand in her jeans, covering it with her plain white top. She learned from experience that it was best not to come armed into such a situation of you didn't want to make those you were facing angrier than they already were. Besides, somewhere about her, was a friend whose large black-blue eyes were surely watching her every move. Oceana had done well at her training and perhaps this was her time to show it off, a practice session before the war. That was, if she and her mistress survived to see it.
Coming to stand in the clearing, Rezna was sure she looked more like some woodland child then a student. Her long blond hair was filled with branches and leaves that got stuck there on her mad run to and through the Wood. Her jeans were muddy and her skin scratched at some places. However, besides all that, Rezna stood her full height and looked about at those before her with a gaze that held in it every emotion in the book, for that was what she felt. The girl had not the strength to hide any emotion, but really she would rather let them see all of them. She had not come with an offensive in mind. No, she came because of a message; she came to retrieve Fenrir's prize. That was of course, easier said then done, for a lycan, true to his animal nature, was most likely not inclined to let a meal go, but Rezna was not one to give up easily. She had to try, for her friend's sake.
"She won't be able to tell you a thing," Rezna finally spoke, her voice louder than she expected it to be seeing how her throat closed up on the sight before her eyes. "If she is not treated soon, Miss, she will die, and any answer you wish to get from her will be gone for sure." Rezna directed her words to Kesterel who had asked Roan something a few moments before.
Then turning slightly, Rezna let her gaze fall on the great lycan, standing his full height only a few feet before her, the same as ever. After swallowing the lump in her throat again, she spoke to him in turn. "You sent a message to the school, written in her blood, so you must not be surprised I came, oh Lord of the Wood. It is common knowledge that you and Roan have become sworn enemies; however, you must keep your allegiances in mind, Great Lycan. If you let this girl die, when clearly it is not in self-defense, you know that the whole school will retaliate. An ally turned against the school will not be taken lightly. We all have enough problems, but I beg you not to bring about more for all of us. I came here not to cause you harm, but for her."
Then, her green eyes still locked on the lycan though she kept Kesterel well in her line of sight, not to mention the smaller woof before them, Rezna finished her small speech with the following, her words serious to the core, "And no matter what you decide to do, Lord Fenrir, I will not leave Roan here. Neither will I wait long for you to make up your mind. She needs help this very instant, and her life will not wait for the likes of you any more than for any other living being."