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Post by Hayzie on Nov 9, 2005 23:49:44 GMT
"Not bad, Hawkins. Not bad," Hayzie breathed, bringing a hand up to rub the red marks which had been delivered to her neck thanks to Aylen's broom. Classy looking? Oh yes. Though how long her charm would last was beginning to become prioritised in her thoughts. Surely it wouldn't last much longer, and surely Fenris wasn't about to waste much more time on the task he had been set.
It was then her Prefect mode came in. She had to protect the students placed in her care, and Aylen being here wasn't exactly the best thing in the world. Turning her head to face him, she simply said: "Angelus Morti has Talon and Amy, definitely. I have no idea where yet, but it looks like I'm heading in that direction." Nodding to her wand which was not too far away,she continued.
"Take that. Make sure he doesn't get it, and tell Laura what's happened. She'll know what to do. She always does."
Taking a deep breath, the blonde girl finished, her green eyes locking with those of the redhead. "I gave my word I'd go, Aylen. And a Gryffindor never, ever goes back on their word."
ooc: sorry for awfulness. its late, and im now going to bed. -falls in- hehe
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Nov 10, 2005 1:08:32 GMT
Then you Miss Roberts are no Gryffindor!, yapped Fenris into Hayzie' and Aylen's minds. Those bristles had stung him for a second and did knock him back from Hayzie's neck, but time had passed and Fenris had grown to the size of a German Sheperd now; a dog that was bred at one stage for war. Growling deep from his throat, Fenris stalked closer to Miss Roberts and the new boy. This boy wasn't not on the agenda to his knowledge, but that meant that Fenris would be able to have his way with him. No one would care if they were minus one redhead any way.
'You give me your word; twice now and each time you have broken it! You are not worthy to be in that house if you cannot uphold it's standards in all respects. And since you broke your word twice; once was reducing me to this size and the second with the arrival of this boy; I think that I should give you a taste of immortality once more. You escaped from it once; you can escape from it again. Such is the price that you now must pay; and remember at all times, your actions brought this upon you.' In this forward motion, Fenris snapped Hayzie's wand in two as he walked over it and was about to sink his teeth into her shoulder when the lycan realized that he negelected the boy.
Well; that problem was about to change.
Abruptly changing course, Fenris leapt onto Aylen's chest and dug his claws into him. 'Did you think that a mere broom would be able to stop me boy?' the claws sunk in deeper 'did you think that by saving Miss Roberts that you would get something? A medal, a position, a kiss perhaps? Well there is only one thing that you will get from this pitiful attempt.' 'Pain; pain beyond your wildest dreams. And I will enjoy every moment of it. So is your reward for attempting to save your prefect; all the pain that your body can take before it breaks. I hope you enjoy it.'
Blood started to seep through the boy's clothing as Fenris Fenrir pushed his claws as deep as possible before they struck the rib-cage and catching sight of the blood drove him into a lust. Maddly lapping up the blood with his tounge, Fenris let out a mighty (small) howl and dove at Aylen's neck with his maw wide open and ready to let in the wonderous taste of human flesh.
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Post by Hayzie on Nov 10, 2005 16:16:56 GMT
The smell and sight of blood may have sent Fenris into lust, but it made Hayzie feel sick. Closing her eyes once more and trying to escape the scene, all she could do was shout out: "No! Stop it!" as the lycan's claws continued to dig further and further into Aylen. As they opened, the blonde noticed for the first time that her wand had been snapped in two meaning that now she was as helpful as a Muggle when it came to magic. It also meant she was going to have to pay for her eigth wand. "This one, I'm going to get Mr. Ollivander to make break proof. Hayz thought bitterly to herself, looking back over at Fenris.
"I gave you my word I'd go, and I will, provided you let him be. I couldn't help the fact he showed up, could I? If you're going to take me, then do so now and leave him alone!"
How Hayzie wished she could control her authoratitive tone at times like this, but it couldn't be helped. On top of that, Aylen had a Quidditch game on the way. It was only now she realised how close she had been to becoming Lycan once more. If she had gone back to the world the Prefect had vowed to leave behind, she wouldn't have reacted well. Especially considering the fact circumstances would have been near identical to last time... last time.
Shaking her head, determination shot back across previously scared eyes. "Take me, he goes without any further harm. Do we have a deal?"
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Nov 12, 2005 13:40:21 GMT
Fenris paused in his onslaught and turned to face Miss Roberts once more; stepping back off of the boy's chest while the blood oozed from his wounds. Did she really mean it this time? Could he really trust her before he had returned to his original size? For now he was the size of a wolf, but not the abnormal size that he was when he was turned; he still had growing to do and that could give Miss Roberts the chance to escape. But there was something that could keep her from leaving and hold her to her word. And the simplicity of the idea stunned him for not thinking about it earlier, but now it was flying inside his head and he loved the thought all the dearer.
All he had to do was bite her; so simple and yet so efficient.
By turning her into something she never wanted to return to again; that would put her into mental shock, and Fenris knew from personal experience how badly one can be effected by such forces. Then there was the pain in general from the bite; that and the fact that Miss Roberts couldn't move at all without her wheelchair or assistence. To think; that Fenris Fenrir had solved two problems at once...and perhaps even a third. But the third was highly unlikely. Miss Roberts didn't wish to be a lycan at all and assaulting one isn't the best way to know someone, but secretly in his mind; he wished that the prefect would stay lycan this time.
Because that would mean he had a child. How he dreamed about children in his sleep; they never seemed to let him alone, and how he loved them so. He loved the pups Alissa and Cealla, and even though Miss Roberts wouldn't be a pup; he would love his offspring none the less. He would show her the ways of the Forbidden Forest; it's vast expanse and majestic beauty. Yet that was merely a dream; the prefect would do no such thing from what he witnessed. But he would still do her this boon, regardless of whether she wanted it or not.
'Miss Roberts; I will leave this boy of yours be, but in turn there is something that I must do. I have no intentions of leaving until I am my full size again, and I am still disgruntled with your effort to shrink me. And since you said of me being able to harm you, only not to harm the boy; it looks like I shall have to follow through with my original threat; welcome back to the Forest in advance Miss Hayzie Roberts' Fenris lunged forward at Miss Roberts and with of howl of delight he sunk his canines into her left arm. Such flavor, such texture; had he not been on a mission; he would have eaten her there and then, but he still had alliegences that needed to be followed for the moment.
Almost as soon as he had bitten her, Fenris leapt back with blood clinging to his muzzle and his eyes alight with a feral gleam. 'Welcome Miss Hayzie Roberts, now the child of Fenris Fenrir; daughter of the Forest Pack and daughter of the Forbidden Forest.'
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Post by Hayzie on Nov 12, 2005 14:20:59 GMT
Welcome back to the forest in advance, Miss Hayzie Roberts.
Those were the final words she heard before all that could register was extreme pain, pain she had felt before not more than eighteen months previous. The feeling of sharp teeth puncturing her arm was enough to make her wince and yelp a little in pain, but Hayzie was sable to bite her lip in time to stop a full blown scream. She could get through this without screaming.... Don't scream, don't scream... she told herself over and over, giving her something else to concentrate on but the pain.
Though this was unsuccessful. Even as his teeth withdrew the pain still felt fresh and the tiniest of screams escaped her as she scrunched her eyes closed, trying to escape the scene. This time, she was much more unable to do something about her situation than she was when it had been Rikka in Fenris' place.
After a while, Hayz's quick breathing slowed as she tried to calm down a little, tried to stop the pain coursing through her. No coherant thoughts were there, and nothing around her was registering. All she knew was that her first impressions of Fenris Fenrir were not good. Though, the pain seemed to dim down a lot quicker than she would have thought it would. The previous time, she had been in Mungo's for two weeks. This time, it seemed to die down within two minutes.
Maybe... maybe the potion had a lasting effect she hadn't realised to begin with. There was the small print at the bottom... she hadn't read all of that, but just got started with it. How she hoped that was the truth.
Opening her eyes and not realising how much more fear there was there than any other emotion, Hayz looked up and met those of the blood stained wolf. If it was true... how would he take it? It took a matter of seconds for the Prefect to decide against telling him. Just to play along, pretend she was a Lycan again... though even that could prove to hurt just as much as being an actual Lycan.
In answer to all that he had previously said, Hayzie's strained and wobbly voice stated: "Chailyn will be pleased."
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Nov 12, 2005 14:41:07 GMT
Watching his newly-born daughter scream, Fenris felt a pang of guilt within him, but it was for her own good. She had been a lycan before and it was better that she stayed that way. Once you are part of a pack; one can never truely get away and this same rule applied here. Miss Roberts escaped the blessing of immortality once, but now she had been cursed by Fate to suffer it once more; and this time as the child of a madman. Yet one can only characterize a madman by his actions and sometimes he cannot control them, so is it fair to call him mad when he might be something else on the inside? When emotions such a tenderness and caring might show themselves for a bit before retreating into darkness?
Well, Miss Roberts had just seen the mad lycan's actions; she had not seen the other, more tortured, side of Fenris Fenrir. But now she was his child, and as such, from this point forth she would be treated above all else, save his Mother. But there was one thing that Hayzie said that did unnerve him; she thought that he would be taking her to Chailyn, but he couldn't until his Master had his way with Miss Roberts. Once he was no longer needed by the Master; he would take his child before Chailyn and then the Forest Pack would have another member.
Before he spoke though, the last spasm of his regrowth shuddered through his body and once more there stood the colossus that the world knew as Fenris Fenrir. Now would they tremble before him once more; now would he be able to become the tyrant and monster that all humans feared to some degree. He was Death; he dealt it and never recieved it as of yet, and he intended not to feel Death for some time. The Lord of the Hunt was back in his fullness and now nothing would stand in his way.
Yet no matter how much joy he recieved at returning to his full glory; his heart turned heavy as he remembered that he had to bring his child before Angelus Morti and what made him worry the most was the fact that he had no idea what he would do to her. If he harmed her in any way; the contract would be broken and Fenris would leave the Master and devote all his energy to the Forest Pack. For no one would harm Miss Roberts now that she was his flesh and blood; any that did would face him and there were few that could do so.
Slowly returning to his human form, Fenris Fenrir stood before the room in his military clothing; the black uniform that bore the symbols of his master. Gently picking up his child, Fenris whispered in an almost loving tone, "Chailyn will be overjoyed, my child, but first we still have to see the Master. He too still wants to see you. Are you ready?"
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Post by Hayzie on Nov 12, 2005 14:54:06 GMT
And just how many audiences was she due to have with people that day? One too many was the answer, and both with those she wasn't overly sure she wanted to visit. Yet, Hayzie felt paralysed completely, rather than just from the waist down as Fenris picked her off the ground, his tone completely changed from that of minutes before. Now, it seemed to send her to sleep rather than bring out the courageous side that she was well known for. It seemed to make her feel warm rather than threatened.
Mentally scolding herself for letting her guard down, even momentarily, Hayzie looked away; glanced at Aylen still suffering on the ground, at the girl who Fenris called mother... it seemed everyone else had bypassed the corridor and was now back in their new classes. The class where Hayzie had a free period. No one but the other two would know she was missing until the end of the day.
Though, deep inside, Hayzie knew Chailyn would not be overjoyed. Too many times had Chailyn, herself, threatened things Hayz did not want to remember. Admittedly, the Prefect was trying to help other students get away from the forest Lycan elderess, but it was something she felt morally obligated to do.
Letting a near silent sigh escape her lips, Hayzie nodded. She wasn't ready to go; she was dreading the next few hours, yet she knew it had to be done. Blood still seeped from the wound Fenris had inflicted though it seemed to slowly be healing. Maybe the potion hadn't lasted, after all.
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Nov 12, 2005 15:16:15 GMT
His little girl...his child...his new-found joy in life.
All that and more Hayzie had become in a matter of minutes in the eyes of Fenris. One minute she was the enemy; one that needed to be treated with the utmost caution and someone that could never be trusted fully no matter how many times they had proven true. Someone that Fenris could tear apart and feel no pity for after he was done with them; the enemy were just pawns of the Headmistress and he was the knight that consumed them with his Master's every move.
Yet now Hayzie Roberts was no longer a foe; she was his flesh and blood; his daughter. Never in his wildest dreams had he dreamed that this day would come; that he would cradle something of his own making in his arms. True, Hayzie wasn't his biological offspring, but she still was his child through the turning and nothing would change that.
But he was torn in two between the love he bore for his child and his Master's will. Fenris valued those of flesh and blood above all else, yet his word was his bond and he had given his word to Angelus Morti that he would take these tasks upon himself. The love of his child, even though she might never love him in turn, or the praise of his Master and the possible rewards that came with doing his bidding; the choices were too tantalizing. But he would still take her to the Graveyard and make up his mind then and there.
"Then we are off then, Little Hayzie and worry not; everything will be alright; your Father will make sure of it", said Fenris as Hayzie nodded her head. Though no one could see it; a lone tear splashed to the floor as Fenris slowly walked out of the room with his child in his arms and made for their destination; the land of the Lifeless were one that lived now stirred.
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Post by Aylen Hawkins on Nov 13, 2005 2:30:12 GMT
(ooc: o.O Oh dear, that’s quite a lot of posting...)
Aylen’s expression was stony as he slowly digested what the prefect was saying to him. So, this Angelus individual was the one behind the disappearance of the two professors. “I understand,” the redhead said. “You...just be careful, all right? We need our prefect.” The Gryffindor forced a grin, but inside, there was a fierce battle within him. His every instinct was screaming at him to get her away and beat the lycan to a pulp for hurting his friends for a second time. However, every value he was taught, every moral honor code he had known told him he could not interfere. His grip on his wand grew rigid, turning the knuckles white. Finally, he nodded, the maelstrom in him calming down slightly. “I’ll tell the others,” he said, reaching for Hayzie’s wand.
Suddenly, a voice began yapping in his mind. The boy’s temper flared as the lycan continued to speak. “Be quiet!” he snapped. “It wasn’t as if she called me. I came of my own free will!” Without realizing it, his angry words drew the lycan’s attack from Hayzie, but that was just as well. Aylen would not hesitate to become a human shield for any of those who were dear to him.
The lycan rammed into him, forcing the breath out of his lungs as he was slammed against the floor. Pain twisted his features as he felt the lycan’s sharp claws embed themselves into his upper body. He instinctively grabbed at the offending limbs, his grasp tightening the further they were thrust into his body. ‘Did you think that by saving Miss Roberts that you would get something? A medal, a position, a kiss perhaps? Well there is only one thing that you will get from this pitiful attempt. Pain; pain beyond your wildest dreams. And I will enjoy every moment of it. So is your reward for attempting to save your prefect; all the pain that your body can take before it breaks. I hope you enjoy it,' he snarled at him At the last bit, Aylen couldn’t help but smirk despite the spasms of hurt pounding through him. He’d been Crucio-ed and lived; surely whatever this man-wolf could do would be next to nothing compared to the forbidden curse. “Maybe I don’t need a reason to defend her. Maybe I’d rather die than see her killed,” he gasped, forcing the statement through his mouth. A good deal of blood came with it, causing the redhead to cough agonizingly. “I don’t need a reward!”
That was it. He had said too much. The gaping jaws came at him surprisingly slowly; or perhaps it was the blood loss muddling his brain. Aylen shut his green eyes, waiting for what was to come. It never did. He felt the claws slide away from his ribs, and he opened his eyes. “Take me...” he heard Hayzie speaking. “No,” he managed to croak; though the sound was so small he doubted she could hear him. “Not because of me.” The redhead tried to sit up. His arms were only somewhat bruised, he should have been able to get up. The key words were “should have.” Aylen slumped back down with a groan. He was suddenly very aware of several new muscles in his still-bleeding torso.
Helplessly, he watched as the wolf bit into the Gryffindor prefect’s arm and carried her out of the room. Again, there’s was nothing he could do. His fist pounded the floor in his frustration. Why wasn’t he strong enough to protect his sister, his friends? “Why?!” he yelled, the question echoing off the hall, mocking him. Suddenly, he felt something stab into his hand. The snapped wand. His energy sapped, he fumbled it into his pocket. He would rest for now, but the others would hear of this; he would make sure of it.
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