Halloween was here and so was the full moon. And once again The Werewolf that had once ravaged the town about half a year ago was back. This time there was going to be a party there would be far more people. Students, teachers, and simple towns folk. Problems where indeed bound to arise.
Thankfully however, Seth had his potion. He had drank it just before the transformation began and his mind was completely intact. tp day he would blend in quite well with the costume disguised crowd. But before things got to crazy he wanted to thank the witch that had helped make his sane disposition possible.
He had his ears searching for her voice and his nose not only searched for her scent but for that of the animals that where her familiars. And so he stalked into town it was dark and there where already a few people out in costume.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Oct 18, 2009 14:55:48 GMT -5
The full moon was out, illuminating the streets right along with the floating Jack-o‘-lanterns Morgan was glad to see that some of the other businesses had also been festively decked out. She was already in full costume.
She and Malachy had agreed on theme costumes from a muggle story called ‘Red Hood’, or something like that. Only, she had decided against a traditional approach to the costume. Instead of altering one of her Lolita outfits to approximate a red hood look, she was instead wearing knee-high red, leather boots, black thigh-high fishnets with red bows at the top, a pleated, red miniskirt, and a black, sleeveless, corset-style top under a gorgeous red velvet cloak with a hood. The cloak was long enough to pool at her feet when she stood still, and rustle through the fallen leaves as she walked. Her long, blonde hair had been plaited into twin braids that bounced merrily on her back with each step, each tied off with black, silk ribbons.
She knew Malachy had been set to come as the ‘big, bad wolf’, a term which Cazadora, who was right at Morgan’s side, objected to. Nimue had managed to be smuggled along too. She was riding in Morgan’s satchel, her chocolate and white head peeping out, her icy blue eyes taking everything in. At nearly six months old, Nimue’s mind was beginning to mature, and the kneazle was much less of a kitten.
She was making her way to Spell Bound, the bookstore she and Malachy operated. In addition to hosting the Annual Drakborough Halloween party this year, tonight was also their grand opening. She had been a bit late in starting out, she should have been at the store an hour ago, but she’d wanted to don her costume first.
Actually, it was a little chilly to be out in a miniskirt and a sleeveless top. Mo rubbed her hands together for warmth as she walked, and drew her cloak more tightly about her.
The first one he noticed was Dora and almost right after he saw her. He smelled Nimue too but he didn't recognize her. but be bad a fun idea. and hoped it didn't back fire he would have to warn Dora first. "Dora, it's Seth, Going to scare Morgan please don't warn her that I'm coming I swear I won't hurt her." He hoped She would allow him the chance to give her a good Halloween scare. And she hoped that Morgans response wasn't to turn and curse.
Anyway, he stalked up to being careful to stick to the shadows and stay just out of her line of site. Then when he was mere inches from he lowered himself and let a loud and very sudden howl, hoping to startle her.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Oct 26, 2009 13:56:27 GMT -5
Seth was the last person Dora wanted to trust, but Morgan's orders had been to treat him as a friend. So, Dora agreed not to let on to Morgan about the little scare. If Seth got anywhere near to harming Morgan, though, he'd have another thing coming. She even got Mondleid and Nimue to agree to tell Morgan nothing. Maybe, if Seth frightened her enough, Morgan would see how ridiculous it was for her to trust him.
Morgan, during this time, was busy trying to keep warm and trying to hurry to the shop. She couldn't run well in her boots, and if she walked too fast, the wind would catch her cloak and tear it from her hands. She had just settled on the right pace, when there was a loud howl.
She jumped a little, looking around. Was it Fenrir? Was he angry? She reached into her satchel, and gripped her wand, but didn't draw it. If it was Fenrir, it would probably be best if he didn't think she was threatening him. "Show yourself," she said, a little shocked at the surety in her voice.
Maybe it was only Malachy, getting his revenge for her tardiness.
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