Post by Sylph on Mar 9, 2007 6:25:54 GMT -5
To be perfectly honest, Sylph couldn't have blamed James for leaving, even if she had known what the hell was going on. Things were getting beyond crazy, the path to revenge was no longer clear cut, and Sylph was famous for hating situations which went from simple to, well, insanity, in a matter of minutes. She needed a resolution. She needed this to be over, she needed to kill Fenrir, to bring Hayzie's memory some peace. She needed - what was that Americanism bandied about so often it was painful? - ah yes; closure. Every second this went on, every added interruption and confusing event meant that her resolve was weakened, her thirst for vengeance forgotten a little more, swallowed up instead by a growing sense of grief. If she was going to do this, she had to do it now, or leave and live to hunt and fight another day, to let the righteous vigilante persona she had discovered with herself that day fester and eat away at her mind. This kill would become an obsession.
The vampire stabbed, was bitten, shrank, and was dead. Ash in the wind. The knife, too, seemed to twist and warp before everyone's eyes before turning to dust. Surreal metal, clearly a blade of arcane power. It had weakened Fenrir, the wolf was suffering from blood loss, from shock. His senses were impeded, he looked already like a dying beast, his one eye dulling. Sylph looked upon him, trying to ignore all which had just happened. Do it. Ease his passing. Wand rose to chest height, tip pointed straight between the wolf's eyes. No fancy magic, no flashy swordsmanship, just a nice, silent spell to slit his throat. Quiet simplicity to end this farcical madness.
"Damn you Telanie!"
Not the words she had intended to use, but as the great bear of a man that was the Gryffindor prefect placed himself in between Sylph and her prey Sylph could have cried in frustration. It could have been so easy, why were so many people trying to take this away from her? Tightness gripped her throat, but she would not show weakness, not here.
"Why...?" She asked, but he was already answering, a sadness in his dark eyes. Even on his knees as he was, the half-giant's head reached Sylph's chin, and the violet haired girl was not short. She stared at him, at first desperate and sad, but as he spoke an anger grew in her chest, a tiger waiting to lash out and disembowel its foes. It's unsheathed claws tore at her heart, shredding her organs. It felt good, but still his words left her dumbfounded.
"How dare you." The words were simple, soft, flat, but danger laced every syllable. He had blamed Hayzie for her own death. He was in trouble now. Her arm fell back to her side, fingers twitching reflexively. "You think you know this, this, man?" Sylph spat the word, filling the sentence with her hatred, passion unbridled. "He's a madman, Telanie, not the noble wolf you think he is. Before he killed Hayzie he killed another woman, and a child, and hundreds more before them. If we hadn't stood to fight him, many more would be dead. And he meant to do it, Telanie. He planned to." The words were hissed, truth unmistakable, but she knew he would not believe her. What could she do? A penseive would show the scene in detail, but a penseive was not an item you carried with you into battle. Rage and frustration tore at Sylph's mind. More than Fenrir now she hated the stubborn ignorance of this boy; for he was just that. He may have been a giant, but he was still just a child. She had to show him the true terror and evil of Fenrir, and she had to do it now. Disillusionment would not save him, not if it took Fenrir's head to devour him.
At that moment James and Miles evaporated in a burst of flame, and Sylph took her chance. Quick as an arrow from a bow she stooped to pick something up and ran, all pain forgotten, and with strength surprising in one so slender slammed what was now revealed to be a rock into the back of Telanie's head, knocking him unconscious. It was a hard blow, but the kid was obviously tough, he'd live. Muttering a silent apology to the Gryffindor boy, the tall girl turned immediately to Fenris. A monstrous beast at her feet, a fallen titan. This was not how Sylph had pictured the end, Fenrir unable to rise, bloodied and weakened by another's blade, but she wasn't about to fail now. Hayzie's wand pointed down at the lycan's throat, and green eyes blazed suddenly, sparking in the gloaming wood.
Sectumsemp - !
OOC: At least I've given you a fighting chance, wolfy
The vampire stabbed, was bitten, shrank, and was dead. Ash in the wind. The knife, too, seemed to twist and warp before everyone's eyes before turning to dust. Surreal metal, clearly a blade of arcane power. It had weakened Fenrir, the wolf was suffering from blood loss, from shock. His senses were impeded, he looked already like a dying beast, his one eye dulling. Sylph looked upon him, trying to ignore all which had just happened. Do it. Ease his passing. Wand rose to chest height, tip pointed straight between the wolf's eyes. No fancy magic, no flashy swordsmanship, just a nice, silent spell to slit his throat. Quiet simplicity to end this farcical madness.
"Damn you Telanie!"
Not the words she had intended to use, but as the great bear of a man that was the Gryffindor prefect placed himself in between Sylph and her prey Sylph could have cried in frustration. It could have been so easy, why were so many people trying to take this away from her? Tightness gripped her throat, but she would not show weakness, not here.
"Why...?" She asked, but he was already answering, a sadness in his dark eyes. Even on his knees as he was, the half-giant's head reached Sylph's chin, and the violet haired girl was not short. She stared at him, at first desperate and sad, but as he spoke an anger grew in her chest, a tiger waiting to lash out and disembowel its foes. It's unsheathed claws tore at her heart, shredding her organs. It felt good, but still his words left her dumbfounded.
"How dare you." The words were simple, soft, flat, but danger laced every syllable. He had blamed Hayzie for her own death. He was in trouble now. Her arm fell back to her side, fingers twitching reflexively. "You think you know this, this, man?" Sylph spat the word, filling the sentence with her hatred, passion unbridled. "He's a madman, Telanie, not the noble wolf you think he is. Before he killed Hayzie he killed another woman, and a child, and hundreds more before them. If we hadn't stood to fight him, many more would be dead. And he meant to do it, Telanie. He planned to." The words were hissed, truth unmistakable, but she knew he would not believe her. What could she do? A penseive would show the scene in detail, but a penseive was not an item you carried with you into battle. Rage and frustration tore at Sylph's mind. More than Fenrir now she hated the stubborn ignorance of this boy; for he was just that. He may have been a giant, but he was still just a child. She had to show him the true terror and evil of Fenrir, and she had to do it now. Disillusionment would not save him, not if it took Fenrir's head to devour him.
At that moment James and Miles evaporated in a burst of flame, and Sylph took her chance. Quick as an arrow from a bow she stooped to pick something up and ran, all pain forgotten, and with strength surprising in one so slender slammed what was now revealed to be a rock into the back of Telanie's head, knocking him unconscious. It was a hard blow, but the kid was obviously tough, he'd live. Muttering a silent apology to the Gryffindor boy, the tall girl turned immediately to Fenris. A monstrous beast at her feet, a fallen titan. This was not how Sylph had pictured the end, Fenrir unable to rise, bloodied and weakened by another's blade, but she wasn't about to fail now. Hayzie's wand pointed down at the lycan's throat, and green eyes blazed suddenly, sparking in the gloaming wood.
Sectumsemp - !
OOC: At least I've given you a fighting chance, wolfy