Post by Protégé on Dec 20, 2006 21:57:13 GMT -5
OOC: Better late than never, eh?
IC:
The news of Hayzie's death was everywhere, in every inch of the school and in every area outside of it to that he could reach. He also knew of a group of people banding together to kill the person who had killed Hayzie: Fenris Fenrir. Protégé had never met the man, or the beast, depending on how you viewed him, but he had heard all of the stories of the many people the lycan had killed. However, he did not agree with the approach taken by his fellow students. He would not side with them in their quest for vengance. However, he would not be stand by and watch events unfold on their own. No, he had to do something, and because of that, he was here, in coyote form, running through Fenrir's woods as fast as he could.
The run was full of dangers, of course. He couldn't go into the forest from one side, because then he'd be seen by students. But even had he gone that way, he doubted it would be easy to find the wolf. All he had to go by was his sense of smell and small tracking skills, and that didn't help much, only gave him a clue every now and then. Fortunately, he managed to find a path where the smell he believed was Fenrir was quite recent, meaning the wolf had passed that way soon. Regardless of how dangerous it could be, he dashed along this path. The students had moved too fast to get vengance, so there was no time for caution. Only action.
As he ran, the smell got fresher and fresher, a sure sign that Fenrir had gone this way. He also began to detect other scents, strange and unfamiliar ones. However, what he didn't expect was to suddenly smell Fenrir so close. So close that by the time he had realize that this meant he should prepare to meet the wolf, he had reached a cavern, where the great lycan himself stood at the entrance with a bird.
Quickly stopping to avoid running into the wolf, Protégé attempted a bow. In coyote form, this was pretty much just crouching his legs and lowering his head, much as if he was stretching. He had heard rumors of lycans having the ability to read minds and even send thoughts into other people's minds. He'd have to rely on that, because he didn't feel like taking the time neccessary to return to human form.
Letting his thoughts flow out, Protégé explained to Fenrir why he was here. Fenris Fenrir, you have never met me and I have never met you. The only time where we have ever seen each other is when you were at the feast before the attack of the shadows, where I challenged Headmaster Windwaltz's ideas. For now though, the past does not matter, only the present. The students want a head for a head, your head for Hayzie's. They say that you have killed before. However, they never did anything before. Therefore, their inaction caused her death, and you are not at fault. That's why I'm here to help you. The students are amassing, ready to hunt you in your own grounds to kill you. I don't know what I can do, as a wandless boy who can only turn into a coyote or fight barehanded, but I'll offer my help, as a Slytherin Prefect and a student at the school. Need anything from me?
He knew that it was confusing. He knew he had said a lot in a short amount of time. But this was not a time for clarity or pleasant conversation. This was a time of preparations, preparations for battle.
IC:
The news of Hayzie's death was everywhere, in every inch of the school and in every area outside of it to that he could reach. He also knew of a group of people banding together to kill the person who had killed Hayzie: Fenris Fenrir. Protégé had never met the man, or the beast, depending on how you viewed him, but he had heard all of the stories of the many people the lycan had killed. However, he did not agree with the approach taken by his fellow students. He would not side with them in their quest for vengance. However, he would not be stand by and watch events unfold on their own. No, he had to do something, and because of that, he was here, in coyote form, running through Fenrir's woods as fast as he could.
The run was full of dangers, of course. He couldn't go into the forest from one side, because then he'd be seen by students. But even had he gone that way, he doubted it would be easy to find the wolf. All he had to go by was his sense of smell and small tracking skills, and that didn't help much, only gave him a clue every now and then. Fortunately, he managed to find a path where the smell he believed was Fenrir was quite recent, meaning the wolf had passed that way soon. Regardless of how dangerous it could be, he dashed along this path. The students had moved too fast to get vengance, so there was no time for caution. Only action.
As he ran, the smell got fresher and fresher, a sure sign that Fenrir had gone this way. He also began to detect other scents, strange and unfamiliar ones. However, what he didn't expect was to suddenly smell Fenrir so close. So close that by the time he had realize that this meant he should prepare to meet the wolf, he had reached a cavern, where the great lycan himself stood at the entrance with a bird.
Quickly stopping to avoid running into the wolf, Protégé attempted a bow. In coyote form, this was pretty much just crouching his legs and lowering his head, much as if he was stretching. He had heard rumors of lycans having the ability to read minds and even send thoughts into other people's minds. He'd have to rely on that, because he didn't feel like taking the time neccessary to return to human form.
Letting his thoughts flow out, Protégé explained to Fenrir why he was here. Fenris Fenrir, you have never met me and I have never met you. The only time where we have ever seen each other is when you were at the feast before the attack of the shadows, where I challenged Headmaster Windwaltz's ideas. For now though, the past does not matter, only the present. The students want a head for a head, your head for Hayzie's. They say that you have killed before. However, they never did anything before. Therefore, their inaction caused her death, and you are not at fault. That's why I'm here to help you. The students are amassing, ready to hunt you in your own grounds to kill you. I don't know what I can do, as a wandless boy who can only turn into a coyote or fight barehanded, but I'll offer my help, as a Slytherin Prefect and a student at the school. Need anything from me?
He knew that it was confusing. He knew he had said a lot in a short amount of time. But this was not a time for clarity or pleasant conversation. This was a time of preparations, preparations for battle.