Azrael raised an eyebrow at Orca's transformation in response to his spell. Despite being nonverbal, the boy had noticed something was going on. Very good perception, even if he was lacking in the loyalty department.
“Let you down, eh? I’m going to go with: no. I would have trusted you considerably more before you ran off on me, but now I find I just don’t believe a word you say.”
“As such,” Azrael continued, “In regards to your loyalty, I believe you are completely full of shit. You are on some silly mission on behalf of your flea-bitten master which presumably it involves me.” Azrael deduced. He had to give Fenrir some credit, to say the least. Normally, what he would expect of Fenrir, should he be after an individual, would be for the lycan lord to come barreling out of nowhere to attack his quarry in the open. This stunt showed that Fenrir had decided to borrow at least a small portion of Azrael’s cunning in whatever he planned.
“Now, torture is a completely useless method of extracting relevant or useful information. Any reasonable individual could tell you that. What I need is reliable information and I would like to have it now.” Azrael aimed his wand at the floating Orca’s head before speaking again. “Show me your master! Let me see everything you know of him and his plans! Legilimens!”
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Aug 20, 2009 7:41:04 GMT -5
Sparky's eyes, wide in shock, took in the scene rather sloppily. Lord Azrael, conqueror of the Triangle Tunnel, keeper of Creepy Zombie Things, and Man with Good Taste in Eyewear, was in a dirty side street. A drunken homeless-looking man was off to the side, passed out...
And there was Teagan II, strung up in the air, with Lord Azrael's wand pointing at her.
“Show me your master! Let me see everything you know of him and his plans! Legilimens!”
Legilimens? Did that even work on animals?
And what did Azrael want with his dog?
What did Azrael want with him?
There was one thing he did have an answer for, though. Whether legilimens worked on animals or not, it was a deep intrusion on a person's privacy, especially if they were hung upside down and helpless.
He needed to do something, to protect his dog's integrity.
He had to work quickly, though, and his opponent was no soft oatmeal-raisin of a cookie. This was dangerous, stupid, and quite unneccessary.
But his dog.
Teagan II.
He remembered the faithful day he'd met her. It had been a sunny day, and he had gone on a picnic.
Bacon sammiches, if he recalled correctly.
And then, Teagan II had come along, innocent and hungry.
So he had fed her.
And fed her.
And fed her.
Soon, he was dressing the dog up in all manners of ridiculous outfits, and he assumed this was why some nights the dog did not return home.
If he didn't save her now, she'd never forgive him.
First up was a silent-cast 'Liberacorpus', the counter-jinx for the spell keeping his dog up in the air. He assumed that just that would be enough to break someones' concentration, considering it'd break eye-contact rather immediately as well. Just in case, he cast a 'Protego' upon Teagan II, having to this time resort to verbal spellwork. A second later, he pointed his wand at Azrael's back--not that he'd be able to see it, unless he'd turned, so the dramatic pose was rather useless--and spoke.
“Show me your master! Let me see everything you know of him and his plans! Legilimens!”
In the brief moment before Sparky arrived to Save the Day, Orca's mind did indeed open to Azrael, though perhaps it wasn't quite what the wizard had wanted.
Flicker.
A blond boy holding out his hand to help him up, and he's human in this; he was human back then, after all, but not for long thanks to him, in fact if Atticus was here right now, he'd--
A dark-furred wolf lunging to bite his proffered arm, but it's what he wants, it's what he needed; where did Raven-Skye go? She was supposed to watch over him, like a mother should--
A dangerously beautiful and silver-eyed vampiress patting his head, he's the only wolf around and it's so lonely--
A giant, one-eyed wolf looming over him, they're not related by blood but it's a pack, and beggars can't be choosers--
A brown-haired Head Boy offering him food and patting his (wolfen) head--
Another memory involving the before-mentioned Head Boy only this time he's in human form and they're on a cafeteria table? Funny, he doesn't remember doing that sort of thing with Sparky, ever--
Flicker flicker.
Angelus Morti?--
The vampires are--
Wolves, wolves, wolves--
Flicker flicker flicker.
He is sitting on the ground, next to a intricately carved throne, and petting a cat. The cat is on the throne, to be more exact, and the cat is black, and its eyes are silver, and its name is--
Flicker.
A new scent tugged on the corner's of Orca's mind and he turned his muzzle sluggishly to watch as a new person appeared on the scene.
Sparky?
Suddenly he found himself crashing unceremoniously to the ground. He lurched to his feet, panting heavily and golden eyes glittering with stark fear. Those were--
Those were his memories, and they'd been displayed for Azrael's viewing pleasure like it was nothing. He shivered. Nonetheless, that was not the problem at hand. Shaking himself off, the wolf burst into a run, blowing past Azrael and skidding to a halt in front of Sparky. He barked sharply in warning, tail thrashing. This sure would be a lot easier if he could just, you know, tell Sparky what to do. However, that would blow his cover and then Sparky would never talk to him again and everything would be ruined forever.
In Sparky's words, even.
Orca turned to face Azrael, still in front of the boy, and bared his teeth, hackles rising. He would protect Sparky, then, at least until they could get away. The wolf tensed its muscles and prepared itself to attack, if need be.
Like I said before, he snarled, his words heard solely by Azrael, I know nothing of plans. Maybe if you hadn't been so quick to point that stick in my face, I wouldn't have run. Didja ever think of that?
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
Nov 6, 2019 0:02:30 GMT -5
Willow_lazy: why tf are there 400 posts about adidas
Sept 6, 2018 17:35:57 GMT -5
Azrael: I'm not hard to find, since I'm the only one there who goes by "Azzy", I'm pretty sure. XD
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:41 GMT -5
Azrael: Dunno if anyone still pops by here from time to time, but if any of you mofos do and still feel like gettin' yo nerd on, I've been hanging around this here place a bunch recently: www.roleplayerguild.com/
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:10 GMT -5
Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
Jul 25, 2016 5:16:43 GMT -5