Malachy shook his head in negation. and pointed to the moon. "Fenrir would literally kill us. He may be a Lycan,mean ing he controls his transformations. But his mood swings with the moon. If we enter those woods he will hunt us and tear us limb from limb. And he won't listen to reason. He has very little, almost no patience for humans on a normal day, but on the night of the full moon? It's just suicidal." He said warningly. he was obviously afraid of fenrir. but that fear was only from great respect for the Lycan. "I'd rather stay and hunt here. beside doing this with Ligimancy Could probably be more, dream like. We don't have to worry about reality as much." he Noted.
Post by Ruusu Pimeä Ruhtinat-Korento on Jan 5, 2008 1:11:11 GMT -5
She shrugged, "Alright you win, I suppose you have a big point there." She laughed softly. "Um alright close your eyes and picture yourself in the woods." She spoke, rubbing her hands together and concentrating to bring up a detailed memory of a hunt, waiting for him to say he had done what she said.
Innocence may appear here But its the truth you should fear. The Lady Rose goes by another name For Lady Phantom is her fame.
ooc: Just noticed this and I simply couldn't resist all the attention that I've warranted from you lot
ic: From within the depths of the Wood sat Fenris Fenrir on his throne of stone, and he seemed to be completely out of it. That was because he was getting reacquainted with every aspect of his domain after being held captive for so long by his former master and the untimely attack on his person that led to him being swifted away by some unseen angel of sorts. So there he sat on his throne, taking in everything that Mother Nature had to offer him as to what had happened in his absence. He could feel every blade of grass move with the wind if he concentrated hard enough, or so he led himself to believe. But what he knew for certain was where all of his lieges were: from the squirrels in the trees, to every bird and bee, to the stags that pranced far and wide, to the bears that went into slumber to hide.
His pack of surrogate children, the local pack of Spanish wolves, felt his telepathic probe and they immediately ran in his direction. However in his probing mind Fenrir still felt that there were other minds out there that he had not recognized before as subjects or friends: this was most peculiar indeed. Rising from his throne that stood on the lone mountain, though it was really nothing more than a large hill, the one-eye lycan strained to hear across the vast distance to identify the faints noises he had heard in his head. As he listened, his chest raising evenly the entire time, his own host of wolves gathered to him just as he heard it again. It was another howl, the Lord of the Forest was certain of it, but he also knew that it was not that of a wolf, lycan or werewolf.
And this coarse sound that he heard infuriated Fenrir into a berserker rage. He was the Lord of these parts, and no upstart that thought they could create a passable impersonation of a wolf's howl could be allowed to roam unhindered. If they sought that animalistic perspective of the world, then they would answer to him for was Fenris Fenrir! Slayer of men, sacker of villages, murderer of children, and a colossus of strength among wizards. Throwing back his head to the Full Moon, Fenrir sent a challenging howl into the air. It first started out high, but it became lower in pitch as it dropped octaves steadily. The wolves in his employ offered their own voices to his challenge: for this was there home.
And if some brigand thought that they could simply parade around, howling like a wolf, they would be sorely mistaken.
Post by Ruusu Pimeä Ruhtinat-Korento on Jan 5, 2008 22:23:22 GMT -5
(OOC: I feel honored to have attracted such attention )
IC: Ruusu suddenly snapped her head up and her eyes went wide. "It's him." She muttered more to herself than Malachy as she heard a single, powerful, and drawn out challenging howl. Sure she had spent time with her pack but Fenrir was Lord of them all and comanded the whole forest. At this challenged Ruusu fled to the window. She was neither strong enough nor stupid enough to accept it.
So with lungs full of oxygen she sent back a howl which she knew would be telling him that she was a female and had no need to challenge the Lord. Hoping that would satisfy the calling Lycan she sighed, stepping back from the window. She hadn't meant to attract such powerful attention to herself...but merely was hoping for an audience with the wolves that had become her family seeing as her blood family happened to be dead. "That makes me nervous.." She looked at Malachy. "He's never issued a challenge to me...not ever. Sure he's been locked up but even still, I was out baying to my pack long before he was caught..." She trailed. Why now? Why this night?
Either way she wasn't foolish enough to go searching in the woods without proper protection which she didn't have at the moment. However, that didn't mean the thoughts of meeting with Fenrir and perhaps explaining to him her position, with of course the protection again, he might be less inclined to see her as a problem...or maybe he'd make her a Lycan, something she had so desperately wanted since her first encounter with the Spanish wolves.
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