Post by Malachy on Jun 24, 2012 17:55:27 GMT -5
Malachy left the school. Flames of rage in his eyes as he made his way to the forest. His Wand clutched tightly in his hand and Sning wrapped snugly around his finger. His pride had just taken a major hit.
Sinse he had been bitten, and in that struggle nearly ripped apart, and killed that werewolf he knew he had been cursed. He had been healed by someone he thought he trusted. It seemed she only did it to protect her own conscience. He had exiled himself deep in to the forest for two years.
He must have made it to the Nymph woods because in his two years of self enforced exile he had had no incidents with either the lycans or the nearby town. Never the less he finally shook of himself loathing and decided he would own his curse and make the best of it. He got a loan from his families vault and bought a house with a garden that he could grow aconite in. And he even managed to get himself an assignment from the mayor, that would hopefully lead to a permanent position.
The assignment revealed danger to the surrounding area so he thought it a good idea to give the Headmaster a heads up. and who did he find at the head's desk, Morgan. the one that had healed him. And she looked at him as if he was an evil heartless thing that needed to be scraped of the bottom of a shoe. Called him a monster, and he wondered if any of the warnings he had given her had even sunk in.
He wasn't even paying attention to where he was going. He just kept going and going. He WANTED to be attacked, and have the excuse to blow something up. He didn't use to get this angry but this anger wasn't just his own, he knew it was the curse. He just wanted to run but the curse wanted blood it whispered to him in the in the back of his mind.
He hadn't even noticed that the trees had suddenly changed around him.
Sinse he had been bitten, and in that struggle nearly ripped apart, and killed that werewolf he knew he had been cursed. He had been healed by someone he thought he trusted. It seemed she only did it to protect her own conscience. He had exiled himself deep in to the forest for two years.
He must have made it to the Nymph woods because in his two years of self enforced exile he had had no incidents with either the lycans or the nearby town. Never the less he finally shook of himself loathing and decided he would own his curse and make the best of it. He got a loan from his families vault and bought a house with a garden that he could grow aconite in. And he even managed to get himself an assignment from the mayor, that would hopefully lead to a permanent position.
The assignment revealed danger to the surrounding area so he thought it a good idea to give the Headmaster a heads up. and who did he find at the head's desk, Morgan. the one that had healed him. And she looked at him as if he was an evil heartless thing that needed to be scraped of the bottom of a shoe. Called him a monster, and he wondered if any of the warnings he had given her had even sunk in.
He wasn't even paying attention to where he was going. He just kept going and going. He WANTED to be attacked, and have the excuse to blow something up. He didn't use to get this angry but this anger wasn't just his own, he knew it was the curse. He just wanted to run but the curse wanted blood it whispered to him in the in the back of his mind.
He hadn't even noticed that the trees had suddenly changed around him.