Post by Felix I. Genero on Jul 6, 2009 16:29:57 GMT -5
ooc: first post to willow please!
The rays of the sun creeped over the mountain ridges in the distance, separating the surrounding earth with either an arcane glow or a foggy shadow. It was morning. Felix was alive.
The night before had started harmlessly. A new spell, which worked, he investigated the tower… only to reach his first encounter with the most majestic ugly creature he had ever meet. Soon after Felix finished ogling at it, the Nosferatu proceeded to try to eat Felix only to find he had more silver in his blood then a jewelry shop. Seeing how that didn’t work out, the Monster then concluding just killing Felix was a better idea. Felix, almost sure he was going to die, then actually tried to persuade the Nosferatu otherwise, which could almost became comical. Then Ashelle blew up and the bad guy flew away. Felix jumped off the tower, broke his arm in more ways then he could count and… Elle, his vampire friend, brought him to the Crypt, around midnight, where Morgan showed up and healed all Felix’s wounds. Felix decided to sleep outside, in a tree, and now, a mere six hours since the incident, Felix was walking barefoot, his shoes had been burnt to a crisp by the tower floor, with rags for clothes.
He was grinning.
He had almost died a couple different ways and it felt great. Which is why:
- a) Felix would always be Felix.
- b) Everyone would eternally thing he was mentally insane.
- c) Till his dying breath he will be chasing death until he caught it.
- d) more events like that last night would most definitely happen again.
‘C’ was much like that of a dog chasing cars. It’s all they do and they put all their energy in to it… but what would happen if they actually caught one?
He wanted to go that very morning and spend the whole day asking Headmaster Windwaltz, Professor Forgoil and Roan the Lycaness as many questions as he could, he was thirsting for answers from the history of vampires, how to kill them, what was the conflict between the vampires and lycans, and many other things. He had tried to ask Romulus, the other vampire acquaintance of Felix’s, but he refused and even suggested Felix talked to his Professors, the ones who were “wards of our Queen” once upon a time. This alone raised enough questions to make Felix go crazy, he regretted not seeking their wisdom before now. Now that the Gryffindor had actually been attacked by one, they would be forced to tell him.
But first… Willow.
Felix hadn’t seen his best friend since that chaotic meeting in the Forest for a semi-delightful picnic until almost half her pack decided to show up and kick Felix out. He didn’t understand… he had yet to meet a lycan that wasn’t friendly and nice towards him. Was he just special or was Fenrir the only reason people feared Lycans? Still, he wanted to tell her what happened, and somehow he was sure she had stuff to tell him.
Walking along the woods edge, Felix gazed into the thick dark foliage, no light penetrating its barrier from the world. Twigs cracking beneath his bear toes. He had no wand, yet somehow he knew he would find her.
Willow?DERP!
The rays of the sun creeped over the mountain ridges in the distance, separating the surrounding earth with either an arcane glow or a foggy shadow. It was morning. Felix was alive.
The night before had started harmlessly. A new spell, which worked, he investigated the tower… only to reach his first encounter with the most majestic ugly creature he had ever meet. Soon after Felix finished ogling at it, the Nosferatu proceeded to try to eat Felix only to find he had more silver in his blood then a jewelry shop. Seeing how that didn’t work out, the Monster then concluding just killing Felix was a better idea. Felix, almost sure he was going to die, then actually tried to persuade the Nosferatu otherwise, which could almost became comical. Then Ashelle blew up and the bad guy flew away. Felix jumped off the tower, broke his arm in more ways then he could count and… Elle, his vampire friend, brought him to the Crypt, around midnight, where Morgan showed up and healed all Felix’s wounds. Felix decided to sleep outside, in a tree, and now, a mere six hours since the incident, Felix was walking barefoot, his shoes had been burnt to a crisp by the tower floor, with rags for clothes.
He was grinning.
He had almost died a couple different ways and it felt great. Which is why:
- a) Felix would always be Felix.
- b) Everyone would eternally thing he was mentally insane.
- c) Till his dying breath he will be chasing death until he caught it.
- d) more events like that last night would most definitely happen again.
‘C’ was much like that of a dog chasing cars. It’s all they do and they put all their energy in to it… but what would happen if they actually caught one?
He wanted to go that very morning and spend the whole day asking Headmaster Windwaltz, Professor Forgoil and Roan the Lycaness as many questions as he could, he was thirsting for answers from the history of vampires, how to kill them, what was the conflict between the vampires and lycans, and many other things. He had tried to ask Romulus, the other vampire acquaintance of Felix’s, but he refused and even suggested Felix talked to his Professors, the ones who were “wards of our Queen” once upon a time. This alone raised enough questions to make Felix go crazy, he regretted not seeking their wisdom before now. Now that the Gryffindor had actually been attacked by one, they would be forced to tell him.
But first… Willow.
Felix hadn’t seen his best friend since that chaotic meeting in the Forest for a semi-delightful picnic until almost half her pack decided to show up and kick Felix out. He didn’t understand… he had yet to meet a lycan that wasn’t friendly and nice towards him. Was he just special or was Fenrir the only reason people feared Lycans? Still, he wanted to tell her what happened, and somehow he was sure she had stuff to tell him.
Walking along the woods edge, Felix gazed into the thick dark foliage, no light penetrating its barrier from the world. Twigs cracking beneath his bear toes. He had no wand, yet somehow he knew he would find her.
Willow?DERP!