Post by Roan on Jul 10, 2006 10:32:26 GMT -5
OOC: Ok, obviously this is wayyyyyyyy far in the past. Like, back when Roan had no memories and such, and she had just gotten her hand back...wayyyyy far back. Its also the last of my hand-written posts from Florida, so enjoy that, and it kind of explains why this isnt here until now, I have been lazy >.<. And obviously, for Fen only, though, it doesnt have to be responded to.
BIC: Not many chose to willingly enter the woods of Fenris Fenrir knowing well what beast was resting inside. And certainly not those who had felt his wrath. Those who saw Roan Aliagh walking there at sunrise one morning would have thought the girl to be very much insane. But, that may not be entirely false either. Recently she had lost a hand to the Great Lycan after the memory-less girl had wandered into the woods and accidentally set it aflame. At the time she had not known of Fenris or of the great wrath that could be awoken in the beast. Having one's hand pulled off was not a very pleasant sensation in the least. Had it not been for a strange lady who was a Nephilim, her friend Rezna, and the Headmaster, she would have probably bled to death in the woods that day. And then been lycan-chow. But the girl hadnt. She had been removed and the nurse had to use magic to re-attatch the hand Roan had lose, leaving her very lucky, though her wrist was still sore from it all. But even after this rather traumatic event Roan was still entering Fenris's Wood, still braving it. It was not for thrills or for provoking the lycan as many would think. It was for something greater then that, something that if anyone saw her doing this, they would probably hit her over the head and drag her to see Doctor Schmitt. But strange things happen all the time, especially to students in Firefox.
Slowly the girl and those accompaning her made their way to the edge of the Great Forest. Her brown hair was braided well out of place and there was a glimmer of fear in her normally firey hazel eyes. She didnt wear robes or any of her schoolclothes, not even the ones she had made for combat. They hindered movement far too much for her taste, and she needed movement with what she was doing. Instead she donned tan shorts and a brown tanktop that betrayed muscled arms, not something you would expect on a girl of her size. Roan took a deep breath and surveyed the vast woods for a moment, before hitching the packback on her shoulders into a more comftorable position. Her two dragons were with her that day, Aiden and Song. Both were beyond their normally smaller sizes, just for the purpose of the fact that they carried many objects latched to their backs. She motioned forward with her left hand as there was a bag in her right, and the group made their way into the frest, following the path Roan had taken before when she chased after a wayward Song. It wasnt that hard to follow, the Prefect remembered that journey and day with vivid detail, and it flashed through her mind as she made her way into the clearing where the great injustice had been done.
Things around the area were blackened and charred, the result of an outburst of her fire powers. All of it had been an accident, and yet it was her accident. The sight was depressing, because unless it was one of the lucy plants that Kesterel had healed, everything was black and death-like against the natural green of the Forest. Nothing had been spared, from the small shrubs on the ground to the tall and large tree she had thought to climb when she first came here. There was a great sadness and grieving in her hazel eyes. What had she done? The Roan of the past never apologized, no matter how grave her mistake. But this was a different Roan, without all of the hatred and vengeance and need for justice to be served. This was a girl who felt a great need to repent for this deed, no matter who it had been she had wronged. Sure, Fenris had stabbed her, hurt her, even pulled off her hand. But hadnt she thrown about barbed words of her own? Hadnt she set fire to the woods he loved? Hadnt she set his own body aflame with the flames of her hatred? In her eyes right now, her mistakes were greated, no matter how deep her scars would be. And that was why Roan came that day bearing many things.
Song and Aiden landed and Roan went to each of them and untied the many bundles on their backs, Aiden bearing the longest and biggest of them. Just enough cloth peeled away on one of them to reveal the item inside. A sapling, small tree. The dragons were bearing many small saplings on their backs. Song also had many very small shrubs that would grow into fine bushes. In Roan's pack were many jars filled with a very bright green liquid, gardening gloves, shoves, things the 'Puff would be needing to do a bit of yardwork herself. She had destroyed many of nature's things, many of Fenris's children. The least she could do would be to replace them. So Roan looked over her supplies and then nodded to the smaller black dragon. Song nodded back and spread her powers out, cloaking the entire group from sight. Unless Fenris could smell them, and which being a lycan he probably could, he wouldnt find the small group. So while Roan chose to do her deed, she was safe. She and Aiden got to work. They removed the remains of trees that were just too burnt to continue on, setting them to the side. The copper-scared dragon aided Roan with digging the holes in which the small trees would be placed. His claws made the work faster, as speed was something they needed. Roan did her work without magic, instead using her own hands and then a small shovel when her hands wouldnt work.
By the end of this toil, Roan was sweating had had dirt sticking to her in many places, her clothes and skin were beyond recognition, and only her face was spared most of the damage. She supposed it was a part of her penance that she was paying. With the holes dug she retrieved the saplings and placed them into their new homes, handling everything with utmost care as not to damage a single leaf. When everything was in place and Roan was patting the last bit of dirt around the base of a small tree, she surveyed her work and then began to the next step. After a quick watering from her wand, Roan returned to her pacs and drew out one jar at a time, pouring their contents over the new trees. Growth potions, not unlike the ones that gave her dragon's their size, except these were a more slow growth then rapid. Trees took a very long time to grow, many years. THat wouldnt do the woods much good, so she was going to accelerate their growth from years to a couple of months. In that amount of time, this area would look good as new again. The same procedure was made with shrubs so that there would be replacement bushes as well. Roan added her own touch to the area, drawing out a few packets of seeds and placing them around the tress. The flowers were already beginning to bud by the time she stored everything away.
The whole process had taken a couple of hours, but by the end of it, the area was looking much different. All that was left of her mistake was a pile of burned wood and plants which she dealt with. Roan set them ablaze with her wand, and used water to keep it controlled , as not to repeat her mistake once more. The smell of burning woo was filling the air around Roan, and she knew that her time was now limited. Fenris was sure to smell that if he hadnt already smelled her. She accellerated the blaze until all that was left in the place of the pile was a very fine ash. Only one more thing had to be put in place, and it was drawn out of her back and placed on a blooming rosebush. It was just a simple piece of parchment, folded in half with the words "To: The Lord of the Forest" on it. Inside were just two simple lines, written in Roan's elegant handwriting.
With her duty done, Roan slung empty packs over her shoulder and beckoned to the dragons. The Prefect took one more glance back at the area, now clean of her damage. Now she could stop feeling so guilty about this mistake, she had repayed it. For the first time in a while, Roan had done something to make up for a mistake, and to of all people, her worst enemy. Before her eyes plants were growing and life was renewing itself, the children of Fenris Fenrir renewing themselves. "Good Luck." She said quietly, not knowing who she was talking to. It could have been to Fenris, it could have been to the plants, it could have been to herself. With another nod, Song released the cloaking on the group, and they headed bac down the Forest path, Roan's heart lighter.
BIC: Not many chose to willingly enter the woods of Fenris Fenrir knowing well what beast was resting inside. And certainly not those who had felt his wrath. Those who saw Roan Aliagh walking there at sunrise one morning would have thought the girl to be very much insane. But, that may not be entirely false either. Recently she had lost a hand to the Great Lycan after the memory-less girl had wandered into the woods and accidentally set it aflame. At the time she had not known of Fenris or of the great wrath that could be awoken in the beast. Having one's hand pulled off was not a very pleasant sensation in the least. Had it not been for a strange lady who was a Nephilim, her friend Rezna, and the Headmaster, she would have probably bled to death in the woods that day. And then been lycan-chow. But the girl hadnt. She had been removed and the nurse had to use magic to re-attatch the hand Roan had lose, leaving her very lucky, though her wrist was still sore from it all. But even after this rather traumatic event Roan was still entering Fenris's Wood, still braving it. It was not for thrills or for provoking the lycan as many would think. It was for something greater then that, something that if anyone saw her doing this, they would probably hit her over the head and drag her to see Doctor Schmitt. But strange things happen all the time, especially to students in Firefox.
Slowly the girl and those accompaning her made their way to the edge of the Great Forest. Her brown hair was braided well out of place and there was a glimmer of fear in her normally firey hazel eyes. She didnt wear robes or any of her schoolclothes, not even the ones she had made for combat. They hindered movement far too much for her taste, and she needed movement with what she was doing. Instead she donned tan shorts and a brown tanktop that betrayed muscled arms, not something you would expect on a girl of her size. Roan took a deep breath and surveyed the vast woods for a moment, before hitching the packback on her shoulders into a more comftorable position. Her two dragons were with her that day, Aiden and Song. Both were beyond their normally smaller sizes, just for the purpose of the fact that they carried many objects latched to their backs. She motioned forward with her left hand as there was a bag in her right, and the group made their way into the frest, following the path Roan had taken before when she chased after a wayward Song. It wasnt that hard to follow, the Prefect remembered that journey and day with vivid detail, and it flashed through her mind as she made her way into the clearing where the great injustice had been done.
Things around the area were blackened and charred, the result of an outburst of her fire powers. All of it had been an accident, and yet it was her accident. The sight was depressing, because unless it was one of the lucy plants that Kesterel had healed, everything was black and death-like against the natural green of the Forest. Nothing had been spared, from the small shrubs on the ground to the tall and large tree she had thought to climb when she first came here. There was a great sadness and grieving in her hazel eyes. What had she done? The Roan of the past never apologized, no matter how grave her mistake. But this was a different Roan, without all of the hatred and vengeance and need for justice to be served. This was a girl who felt a great need to repent for this deed, no matter who it had been she had wronged. Sure, Fenris had stabbed her, hurt her, even pulled off her hand. But hadnt she thrown about barbed words of her own? Hadnt she set fire to the woods he loved? Hadnt she set his own body aflame with the flames of her hatred? In her eyes right now, her mistakes were greated, no matter how deep her scars would be. And that was why Roan came that day bearing many things.
Song and Aiden landed and Roan went to each of them and untied the many bundles on their backs, Aiden bearing the longest and biggest of them. Just enough cloth peeled away on one of them to reveal the item inside. A sapling, small tree. The dragons were bearing many small saplings on their backs. Song also had many very small shrubs that would grow into fine bushes. In Roan's pack were many jars filled with a very bright green liquid, gardening gloves, shoves, things the 'Puff would be needing to do a bit of yardwork herself. She had destroyed many of nature's things, many of Fenris's children. The least she could do would be to replace them. So Roan looked over her supplies and then nodded to the smaller black dragon. Song nodded back and spread her powers out, cloaking the entire group from sight. Unless Fenris could smell them, and which being a lycan he probably could, he wouldnt find the small group. So while Roan chose to do her deed, she was safe. She and Aiden got to work. They removed the remains of trees that were just too burnt to continue on, setting them to the side. The copper-scared dragon aided Roan with digging the holes in which the small trees would be placed. His claws made the work faster, as speed was something they needed. Roan did her work without magic, instead using her own hands and then a small shovel when her hands wouldnt work.
By the end of this toil, Roan was sweating had had dirt sticking to her in many places, her clothes and skin were beyond recognition, and only her face was spared most of the damage. She supposed it was a part of her penance that she was paying. With the holes dug she retrieved the saplings and placed them into their new homes, handling everything with utmost care as not to damage a single leaf. When everything was in place and Roan was patting the last bit of dirt around the base of a small tree, she surveyed her work and then began to the next step. After a quick watering from her wand, Roan returned to her pacs and drew out one jar at a time, pouring their contents over the new trees. Growth potions, not unlike the ones that gave her dragon's their size, except these were a more slow growth then rapid. Trees took a very long time to grow, many years. THat wouldnt do the woods much good, so she was going to accelerate their growth from years to a couple of months. In that amount of time, this area would look good as new again. The same procedure was made with shrubs so that there would be replacement bushes as well. Roan added her own touch to the area, drawing out a few packets of seeds and placing them around the tress. The flowers were already beginning to bud by the time she stored everything away.
The whole process had taken a couple of hours, but by the end of it, the area was looking much different. All that was left of her mistake was a pile of burned wood and plants which she dealt with. Roan set them ablaze with her wand, and used water to keep it controlled , as not to repeat her mistake once more. The smell of burning woo was filling the air around Roan, and she knew that her time was now limited. Fenris was sure to smell that if he hadnt already smelled her. She accellerated the blaze until all that was left in the place of the pile was a very fine ash. Only one more thing had to be put in place, and it was drawn out of her back and placed on a blooming rosebush. It was just a simple piece of parchment, folded in half with the words "To: The Lord of the Forest" on it. Inside were just two simple lines, written in Roan's elegant handwriting.
We all have to atone for our mistakes
-Little Miss Valient
-Little Miss Valient
With her duty done, Roan slung empty packs over her shoulder and beckoned to the dragons. The Prefect took one more glance back at the area, now clean of her damage. Now she could stop feeling so guilty about this mistake, she had repayed it. For the first time in a while, Roan had done something to make up for a mistake, and to of all people, her worst enemy. Before her eyes plants were growing and life was renewing itself, the children of Fenris Fenrir renewing themselves. "Good Luck." She said quietly, not knowing who she was talking to. It could have been to Fenris, it could have been to the plants, it could have been to herself. With another nod, Song released the cloaking on the group, and they headed bac down the Forest path, Roan's heart lighter.