Post by Fuu? on Nov 8, 2010 15:57:14 GMT -5
-not to be confused with any famous movies-
Darkness tightened it's firm grip over the Crypt. All things that should have been asleep where and inversely all that came awake at night had comfortably settled into their routine of 'hooting' and 'skittering' about. Nothing out of the ordinary for a November night occurred. Slytherin students sneaked from their dorms to make out on the local crypt's gravestones. The occasional ghost would hover around looking for something to do. And a half-naked unconscious girl lay face down next to an opened grave. Just another average, without wonder night in the Crypt.
The frigid air had little effect on the girl. She couldn't feel much of anything in her state. What had once been a tidy grave belonging to Beatrice Beasley-Bernard was now an exploded mess of dirt and torn up oak grave planking. Along her arms and legs the girl was riddled with long, shallow lacerations and splinters.
Her nails and knuckles where bloodied from and struggle and what little of a dress she had on was shredded. Had she been a more modestly dressed girl perhaps she would have to deal with being so revealed once she awoke.
A large black bird eyed the girl from a crooked tree. It's hungry... ravenous... bird eye honed its gaze in on its future meal. The black bird expanded its dark wings taking flight. The mild wind uplifted the bird and his circled the girl, cawing and encouraging it's friends to join him. He adjusted it back feathers in a steep dive the slow nearly to a halt. It cocked it's head in only the way a bird cook then pecked at the soft flesh on the mostly dead living girl.
It was then that the girl started to realized she existed. The gentle landing of two rough bird claws and the sharp peck that followed it was her first tip. The second was that her brain fired when three or four more pairs on birdy feet landed and did the same thing. Her body twitched at the pain. Her fists gripped and she noticed that she was holding something in each hand. The pecking increased. Her eyes opened to reveal a would a black with little black demons surrounding her.
There's only two things to do with demons, she thought absently.
The demons squirmed and jumped away as the girl rolled over, her muddy hair clung to her equally muddy face. The birds returned to her body soon as she ceased moving and went at her again, trying to work their way to her mouth and eyes. Her rigid left arm raised slowly, grasping a crooked wand in her hand she pointed it as high as she could make it reach. Her reaction seems instinctual, lowering her wand half an inch the three inches higher:
Expulso, her mind whispered.
With that every bird in the grave yard offender or not burst into a million, oozy bird-pieces. She felt sickly satisfied and dropped her arm to the ground, unable to move much more than she already had, she was forced to bathe in the rainfall on raven guts headed her way. She raised gripped something in her right arm like it was precious and looked at the unclouded midnight sky.
ooc: please leave the first post for someone who has not met or at least barely knows fuu. after that it is open for all.
also- i am a little impressed with my thread... yah know, after not writing a single word for over a year. i hope you enjoy it too! <3
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