Post by Roan on Jun 16, 2007 19:40:56 GMT -5
What she was doing was plain stupid and would be enough reason, along with any of her past exploits, for one of her friends to drag her to an asylum by her ankle kicking and screaming. But Roan was never known for doing something in the smart manner or even always in the practical manner, only is rash and uncalculated ways. It felt right to her though, more right then anything she had been doing lately to deal with her problem. And when she finally had an idea of what she had to do, no matter how stupid or dangerous that may be, Roan had no choice but to go along with that thought. Life was too hectic and there were too many questions that she needed answers to that just were not coming to her. There was nobody around to answer her as it was, as there was nobody around the school that was like her other then her greatest opponent. Sylph and Talon and Forgoil and Muryllis would all mean well, but none of them could relate to her on this issue and none of them could truly help her. The only two options she had were to seek out the one who had caused all of this pain and change and ask him, or to seek out the only other one like her that she knew.
And sadly, that one person was Fenris Fenrir. The very lycan who had caused the fiasco that had gotten her into her problem. To meet such a beast she would have to walk headlong into the lair, for she highly doubted she could get Fenrir to come near the school and frankly, she didn’t want to. Roan knew what she risked by just walking into the Forest, but she also knew what she risked by just staying out. The question was which consequence was greater, and the latter appeared to be so. Roan had yet to make a full transformation into a lycan, and she knew she couldn’t avoid it forever. Every time she had an emotional outburst (which was happening more often lately due to stress) she would have to fight down the urge to transform into a wolf. She didn’t want the first time that happened to occur around her friends or someone she could injure, she wanted to be able to control this. She wanted to be able to know about this and not be ignorant, because there was sadly no going back. If Roan continued to dwell on the sorrows of the past then there was no future for her.
It was dawn when she had snuck out of the school, the sun was barely rising. It was out of Roan’s own fear of going into the Woods in the dark that forced her to do so when there were potentially people around. The girl countered it by taking Song with her to the Forest’s edge and using the dragon’s shadow powers to keep herself hidden. Both Aiden and Song were advised to go to Sylph or Muryllis for help should she not return to the Castle by nightfall, Roan was not stupid and was not about to allow Fenrir the opening of harming her and nobody knowing. At the edge of the Forest she had bid farewell to her dragon and took a deep breath before heading inside.
So much did the brunette wish she was more comfortable with transforming then she was then, because trekking through the woods in summer held no comfort. For the first time in a while she did not wear robes that covered her arms and legs, for if anyone saw her sprout bits of fur here it would be the residents of the Forest. Instead she wore simple muggle clothing of shorts and a t-shirt, which in retrospect was not the brightest of ideas due to branches that loved to snag and cut. But the overall idea was not the brightest either, so there was no use dwelling on that. The girl didn’t care how much noise she was making by crunching on twigs and other plants as she walked, she wanted Fenrir to know she was there.
There was an obvious nervousness about Roan as she walked that could obviously be seen in the way her hazel eyes darted at every sound that reached her ears. She had no intentions of being caught unaware, and so she was painfully monitoring everything around her. She was also nervous about meeting Fenrir himself. To date the girl had insulted him, she had burned his Forest, she had shot him with spells, she had burned him with her fire, she had done a lot of bad things. What was to stop him from rending her head from her shoulders on sight? Roan was partially hoping she would be able to stop him from hurting her long enough to explain the situation because she doubted he would kill a fellow lycan, at least, she hoped.
It didn’t matter though what he would and would not do. Whether he killed her or not, Fenrir was the only person that could help her and give her answers she could relate to. Roan would rather die then contact her sire, for he had a worse chord in the girl’s book. Fenrir had killed and he was a madman, but he was very attached to his lycan heritage and was not likely to harm others of his kind. Drastic situations called for drastic measures. The brunette had already wronged her friends greatly, and was doing so even more by doing what she was now. But she had no intentions of them ever finding out she had a meeting with the Great Lycan.
The brunette stopped her walking after a couple of minutes to give herself a break and to try and calm down a bit. Every nerve shook because she knew eventually Fenrir would know she was here and eventually he was going to come and find out why she was in the Woods. That was exactly what she wanted, but still. “Come on, don’t make me do something stupid to attract your attention.” She said under her breath, mostly to herself. He would probably come dashing at the sign of smoke, but she wasn’t about to set anything from the woods on fire because he would kill her then on sight probably. Taking another deep breath and toying idly with a lock of her brown hair with more nerves then the girl ever usually displayed she waited.
Hopefully she wouldn’t have to wait too long for all of this to be over with.
And sadly, that one person was Fenris Fenrir. The very lycan who had caused the fiasco that had gotten her into her problem. To meet such a beast she would have to walk headlong into the lair, for she highly doubted she could get Fenrir to come near the school and frankly, she didn’t want to. Roan knew what she risked by just walking into the Forest, but she also knew what she risked by just staying out. The question was which consequence was greater, and the latter appeared to be so. Roan had yet to make a full transformation into a lycan, and she knew she couldn’t avoid it forever. Every time she had an emotional outburst (which was happening more often lately due to stress) she would have to fight down the urge to transform into a wolf. She didn’t want the first time that happened to occur around her friends or someone she could injure, she wanted to be able to control this. She wanted to be able to know about this and not be ignorant, because there was sadly no going back. If Roan continued to dwell on the sorrows of the past then there was no future for her.
It was dawn when she had snuck out of the school, the sun was barely rising. It was out of Roan’s own fear of going into the Woods in the dark that forced her to do so when there were potentially people around. The girl countered it by taking Song with her to the Forest’s edge and using the dragon’s shadow powers to keep herself hidden. Both Aiden and Song were advised to go to Sylph or Muryllis for help should she not return to the Castle by nightfall, Roan was not stupid and was not about to allow Fenrir the opening of harming her and nobody knowing. At the edge of the Forest she had bid farewell to her dragon and took a deep breath before heading inside.
So much did the brunette wish she was more comfortable with transforming then she was then, because trekking through the woods in summer held no comfort. For the first time in a while she did not wear robes that covered her arms and legs, for if anyone saw her sprout bits of fur here it would be the residents of the Forest. Instead she wore simple muggle clothing of shorts and a t-shirt, which in retrospect was not the brightest of ideas due to branches that loved to snag and cut. But the overall idea was not the brightest either, so there was no use dwelling on that. The girl didn’t care how much noise she was making by crunching on twigs and other plants as she walked, she wanted Fenrir to know she was there.
There was an obvious nervousness about Roan as she walked that could obviously be seen in the way her hazel eyes darted at every sound that reached her ears. She had no intentions of being caught unaware, and so she was painfully monitoring everything around her. She was also nervous about meeting Fenrir himself. To date the girl had insulted him, she had burned his Forest, she had shot him with spells, she had burned him with her fire, she had done a lot of bad things. What was to stop him from rending her head from her shoulders on sight? Roan was partially hoping she would be able to stop him from hurting her long enough to explain the situation because she doubted he would kill a fellow lycan, at least, she hoped.
It didn’t matter though what he would and would not do. Whether he killed her or not, Fenrir was the only person that could help her and give her answers she could relate to. Roan would rather die then contact her sire, for he had a worse chord in the girl’s book. Fenrir had killed and he was a madman, but he was very attached to his lycan heritage and was not likely to harm others of his kind. Drastic situations called for drastic measures. The brunette had already wronged her friends greatly, and was doing so even more by doing what she was now. But she had no intentions of them ever finding out she had a meeting with the Great Lycan.
The brunette stopped her walking after a couple of minutes to give herself a break and to try and calm down a bit. Every nerve shook because she knew eventually Fenrir would know she was here and eventually he was going to come and find out why she was in the Woods. That was exactly what she wanted, but still. “Come on, don’t make me do something stupid to attract your attention.” She said under her breath, mostly to herself. He would probably come dashing at the sign of smoke, but she wasn’t about to set anything from the woods on fire because he would kill her then on sight probably. Taking another deep breath and toying idly with a lock of her brown hair with more nerves then the girl ever usually displayed she waited.
Hopefully she wouldn’t have to wait too long for all of this to be over with.