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Post by Teagan on Oct 30, 2005 19:24:40 GMT
Silver linen decked the whithering tree tops. Gentle wind slithered through the remaining ruffles and bunches of tainted leaves. The dried tissue tore from its bark, and shattered on the ground. Unpainful bliss relaxed the trees as they began to coo into uneventful hibernation. Grass crunched with the fallen leaves, and littered the ground in adornment. Life was hiding, flesh was sliding. Peacefulness was not there for all.
Teagan, her thoughts silent and still, walked to the quidditch pitch. There was no game today. There would be no game today. The quidditch season had not yet started, nor would it do so soon. Few birds decorated the branches or fluttered to their nest.
Firm wood laid smoothly engulfed in the Prefect's soft palm as she calmly took her steps. Lifeless leaves shattered under her as she moved. Her long and luxurious red hair danced around her face, and trailed down her gracefully arched back and the dark cloth laid against her most outer organ.
Finally, she was there. The Ravenclaw gently settled on her broom, and quietly flew into the darkening sky. The air wasn't too cold, and definitely wouldn't be considered warm. The temperatures no longer pierced at her pale, unsoothed skin. She wasn't wearing quidditch robes, as quidditch was not her intention, nor her reason. The unsettled girl calmly rose into the air, and simply stopped when she had reached about half of the stadium's height. As said before, quidditch was not her intention, nor her reason or desire.
A light gust held itself back, and curled around her stiffened form. The flaming locks of sincere hair waved around their owner, and dangled cynically from her scull as she lowered her self against her broom and lied her ankles on top of it. Interlocked and interwoven, her delicate feet remained in a balance on the smooth wood. The uncomplex shoes blocked most of the cold, but the unruly air always seeped in. Always.
The Prefect's sternum silently pressed against the wood below her chest. Teagan coincided her slender fingers on the once-living wood, and gently set her smooth chin upon them.
Trickles of air swerved around her relaxing body, and desolate eyes. Her scarlet irises dawned with violet fragments of high altitudes. In this school, they were more common. In others places, they were not. Her pearl orbs were tired, but the girl could take much more stress. Much more. As if lifeless, they stared on, quietly, into the nothingness before them.
Rest was needed. Rest from the ever tiring duties of Prefect, of quidditch captain. For the moment, Teagan was alone. The air remained silent, waiting for the upcoming disruption known to happen, the disruption causing her to be a survivor, victorious, once more. And alone.
Work was tiresome. Her quidditch team was probably anxiously awaiting their next practice, something she had yet to govern. As the only Prefect of her house, her not watching them could easily cause mayhem. Of course, she could choose the quidditch co-captain, but Teagan was awaiting her Prefect partner. Without one, she was too busy taking care of her house of Ravenclaw students. There was no meeting organized, nor was she planning one in the near future.
Then, of course, there were the few rather disrupting attacks on the school. They were now lacking two teachers, if she had heard correctly, and there had been an assaulted wedding along with a few other disorderly things. "Angelus Morti" was causing quite the up roar. The one and only Ravenclaw Prefect calmly closed her eyelids, blocking them from the chill, and alerted her senses and her thoughts.
Yet, all of the happenings in the school had most certainly stirred things up, and Teagan actually appreciated the exciting change.
Being alone was easier, now. Loneliness is only a distasteful medicine for the soul.
Silent air, silent whispers, silent dreams...
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Fenris Fenrir
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Nov 7, 2005 23:49:36 GMT
Wind; one element that seemed to exceed all the others that Mother Nature had created. For like Fire, Wind is uncontrollable; like Water it is always flowing; like Earth it is present everywhere; like Lightening it strikes without warning. Wind was a tribute to all of the elements that sprung from the womb of Mother Nature, and it was from that Wind became the most mysterious of them all; something that one couldn't see or taste, but it was ubiquitous and it chilled one to the bone with it's fury.
And that was how Fenris Fenrir was linked to the Wind out of all the other elements; his fury was like that of the Wind's. He never forgave those that did violence unto him and he would always nurse that hatred until he came across the tormentors that harmed him. It was odd though; that such a beast as Fenrir could actually be hurt so quickly be mere students, but he was susceptible to the wounds of flesh just as they were; only he was able to heal much faster than those that dwelt in the Castle and that was his advantage.
He had not left the confines of the Forbidden Forest for a time now, since he was still in considerable pain from being stabbed repeatedly, but what plagued him the most was the newest scar that he had acquired; the one around his neck. The wound that had nearly killed him. It seemed that the more he lingered in these lands; that more damage was inflicted on him. Yet he dealt out damage too, but sometimes it seemed to have no affect on the opponent. He had dismembered a demon, but the hell-spawn put himself back together. He had bitten the carotid artery of a fellow lycan and it didn't seem to hurt him at all.
Perhaps the Lord of the Hunt was losing his touch; perhaps doing these diplomatic duties was dulling his keen senses and prowess. Yet it was what needed to be done and no other servants were about to take on these duties; so it fell unto him to carry out the most tedious of work; work that Fenris Fenrir was not cut out for. Fenrir was a wolf; a wild beast that killed at it's own leisure and overpowered all the resisted him, but he was no where near the great master of words that Angelus Morti was. Yet the Master had more important duties on hand, so Fenris had to fill in.
When he next saw the Master; he would have to ask him about increasing the number of students he would be allowed to consume. For that price wasn't much, and it was the least that was owed to him; the most faithful of the Enforcers. But that notion was to wait, for now he reached the grounds where the brooms where flown and overhead hovered the person that he was told to seek out. He knew this one though, for they had met before in a certain Divinations class; though this girl had done nothing in his presence to cease his activities.
Stepping further into the open, Fenris looked at the prefect in the sky and bellowed in a stentorian voice, "Hail Teagan Prefect! A moment of your time for a few words of mine? For I think that for your own safety in the future and for that of the school, it would be wise of you to listen to them. And for you to ignore wisdom, it makes you unworthy of your house; so come down and let me tell you what I have been commanded to tell you and then I shall let you execute your judgment on what I wish to ask of you. Will you parley?"
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Post by Teagan on Nov 8, 2005 23:55:53 GMT
...A silence that will never be...
The Prefect's dark lashes patiently separated from the lower ones and the upper ones as her eyelids moved, allowing light to invade her eyes once more and let her see; she had a feeling the girl was no longer alone. Her pupils dilated, and moved down to the direction of ground she had felt a new form come upon. Her red irises with their violet tinting gazed down upon the "man" below.
Even from such the distance as they two were, recognition was imminent. Teagan was curious as to whether she was mistaking the figure for someone else, but really didn't want to be bothered to return to her common room, either. Why should one disturb her rare time of possible lone quiet? Even though the wistful unspoken sounds were without peace, it was something without others; a place for her to dwindle in her own mind. Those who were near her when she tried to be like this only annoyed her greatly. Usually, they bothered her because her behavior was greatly different than most; even other Ravenclaw students, the ones said to have "tragic pasts."
Teagan mouth felt as if it were filled with sand at those two words; how she despised them. "Tragic" was something chosen as an opinion, saying that this person was different than that person, an odd prejudiced statement. Then, of course, someone's past was only the past; in no way whatsoever did it determine your future. The future was made up of your own choices and personal decisions. Your supposed "past" may have affected those decisions, but your choices remained your choices.
Then, of course, the person below could actually be who she thought it was; that was most likely not going to be a highly comfortable situation. Perhaps it actually was the lycan who had interrupted the students and their first class with the new divinations professor who had replaced Professor Azrael, Professor Amy Stevens, a once student of Magic Horizons. Rumor stated that Professor Azrael had been fired after his rather interesting first class; a class that consisted of the Gryffindor Prefect setting off fireworks, getting everyone yelled at, some untrue confessions, and Teagan trying to get class to continue on. Apparently, Professor Azrael had an intense dislike of fireworks saying, "Bet you didn't See that coming!" being set off a little into his speech about the introduction into divinations. He most certainly wasn't thrilled about it.
Professor Stevens, though, was generally more bubbly, and several students appeared to enjoy her class much more than that of Professor Azrael. A few minutes into her lesson, a certain lycan came and asked if he could "borrow their teacher for a moment" saying there was something he needed to ask her about divinations. Reluctantly, their new professor walked into the corridor with him. Soon after, a rather interesting ruckus had occurred ending with the lycan having "taught" their class for a few minutes, many of the students getting injured, a faerie joining their show, and Teagan waiting with Rezna while Xarian went to gather a nurse. The Ravenclaw Prefect hadn't disturbed the lycan or attacked him at all in the ordeal. The funny thing was that everyone was obeying the Ravenclaw Prefect without question, even though she was more than likely the youngest student in the entire class who had shown up; the only person that might have been younger was Starlit. All in all, Teagan really didn't act her age.
The man shouted from where he stood up to the Prefect. "Hail Teagan Prefect!" Well, that certainly gained her attention, and was something very disturbing to say. Why on Earth would anyone in their right mind ever say that to her? She had few friends, and most of them weren't that insane! It was also said that the lycan was supposed to be crazed and out of his mind, and he wouldn't have had time to know Teagan, but he was either way too enthusiastic about this or need to take a medicine or something for his disrupted brain. It seemed as though the sole being below really need to visit an insane asylum.
He continued in his deep voice that had begun to pace itself through the quidditch field. "A moment of your time for a few words of mine?" Well, she wouldn't mind hearing what he had to say; that was just they way she was. The red-haired girl was willing to listen to anyone, though some more carefully and cautiously than others. "For I think that for your own safety in the future and for that of the school, it would be wise of you to listen to them. And for you to ignore wisdom, it makes you unworthy of your house; so come down and let me tell you what I have been commanded to tell you and then I shall let you execute your judgment on what I wish to ask of you." That was.... interesting. A partially threatened feeling groped throughout the fourteen year old's body, and her thoughts made her mentally shield herself.
"Will you parley?" It had seemed the Prefect's guess had been unwittingly correct. Again. At least, she wouldn't have to explain common sense to some rather irresponsible and naive students for once. Teagan slowly began lowering herself, and analyzed the lycan's statement. She didn't really care too much about the school's future, that is, as long as she didn't have to go back to her old school to learn; they knew too much: about her past, the way she used to be, what happened, and why she changed. No one thought of her as how she used to be; they merely used their worthless pity and bugged her. Besides, going home might have made some people learn about a particular book that she did not want to learn about the particular book. Oh, yes; chaos would be everywhere and fighting would erupt. Not that she didn't like chaos, she just didn't like it when it was caused by something that happened to her. The others involved were dead or unknown, mostly dead, so they would end up "feeling sorry" for Teagan. It was a waste of her time and theirs.
She didn't care if something made her unworthy of her house. Student or no, she hadn't dedicated herself to Ravenclaw or chosen to be Prefect. What had his master commanded him to tell her, though? Maybe it had something to do with Hayzie's sudden disappearance, or the other attacks? The answer could be either yes or no; she would let him talk, anyway.
Soon, a steady trickle of graceful red strands settled on tender shoulders, signaling that the Prefect ended her descent; not on the ground, but more so about ten feet from it. Even though it would probably affect the lycan little, she'd be at more of a disadvantage on the ground, a risk wasn't willing to take. Also, she wasn't particularly close to the lycan; instead she was rather another good ten feet away. Now, she had become same distance from the ground as she was from the lycan; a purposely made movement. If the lycan desired her to be closer, he'd have to deal with it.
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Nov 15, 2005 22:15:48 GMT
ooc: You know how frustrating it is when you don't talk at all; just write about actions? For it is frustrating; hence why I took so long.
bic: Smiling inwardly as the girl hovered lower so that she could hear what he had to say, Fenris stepped forward and decreed his Master's offer. "Now Teagan Prefect; allow me to make bold my Master's offer to you. As you might know; there have been...disturbances, shall we say, at the school as of late. Some of these disturbances have been minor; others have resulted in the near death of students. Such happenings shall only increase in the might as the days go by. And no one will be lucky enough to escape the Fate that is in store for them if they try to resist this might."
"And that is why I am here; I come to offer you a chance to serve the Master in any way he deems fit. For he has chosen to save you among all others from the hidden menace that lies within the school. That is why I have attacked; to show those menaces that we, those that fight for truth and justice, are not afraid nor are we cowards. Yet for some students; the hour is too late and this goes for one student of silver hair that is in your house. She stabbed me repeatedly and that enough is reason for her soon and painful fall, but...."
"You have the power to change that Teagan Prefect; you have the power to save your friends, to save yourself, you have the power to gain even more power from fighting in this coming conflict. You can only gain by joining and the Master, Angelus Morti, rewards those that serve him well. You can free the school from the menaces that now reside within it; you can save the school. And who knows; perhaps for saving the school by feat of arms; you might become the Head Girl or better than you already are now."
"You have so much to gain by saying yes, but so much to lose by denying this offer. So take your choice Prefect of the Ravenclaw, for not only your fate rides on this descsion, but that of your house and friends. Think this over wisely; for it is what your house is known for, and you would not want to soil that image, now would you?"
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Post by Teagan on Nov 18, 2005 23:37:11 GMT
OOC: Sorry, then. I'll make her talk more, but do you really think that Teagan was in a talkative mood if she started a thread called "Silence"?
IC: Teagan patiently listened to what the lycan said, and suddenly things were becoming much, much more interesting. His words were different than what several had said he had said to Hayzie, and were different than what Sephe recalled, though it was probably already decided that Sephe would simply be attacked. As Teagan had heard, Hayzie had been kidnapped, but no one had known what they said to each other before the Gryffindor Prefect was seen racing through the halls. With Sephe, Z had attacked her, and the lycan had joined him after things had started. Sephe had not even had a choice to join or not.
"Now Teagan Prefect; allow me to make bold my Master's offer to you..." The lycan started his little speech by summarizing some of the events that had happened so far, and even briskly mentioned the attack on Persephone. Then, he made an offer; an offer to serve his master, saying that she had been "chosen" to be saved among the others; saved from the menace lying within the school. Now, what menace could he possibly be talking of? There were no secrets, really, that Teagan would go as far as to consider a menace. Perhaps he spoke of something else than what she had referred it to in her mind. Next, the lycan said that the purpose of the attacks was to show "those menaces" that those who fight for truth and justice, the lycan's group, were brave. By now, she could guess that the menaces were people, and that master's name was supposedly Angelus Morti, probably a nickname chosen for some reason...
Now, he finished. "...You have so much to gain by saying yes, but so much to lose by denying this offer. So take your choice Prefect of the Ravenclaw, for not only your fate rides on this decision, but that of your house and friends. Think this over wisely; for it is what your house is known for, and you would not want to soil that image, now would you?"
Personally, Teagan didn't give a rude word's worth for the image of her house; people were different, and that was the way things remained. It was always that way; differences created union, and plausible strength. Of course, that really didn't matter if no one agreed on anything. Ravenclaw was perceived in a way made by the majority of the Ravenclaw students. Even if Teagan was a some-what representative of them, she wouldn't affect everyone's views.
Perhaps it was time to get this conversation in action? Yet, Teagan still watched the dark-haired lycan carefully; he was now less than ten feet horizontally away from her, closer than they had first been. Her soft voice drifted through her lips, "Why, exactly, has your master chosen to save me rather than the many other more noticeable students in this school? There are other Prefects, and other people with more power than I have." Yet, she remained the only Prefect of Ravenclaw; all of the other houses had two to take care of them. Then, the next question would involve the fact that you couldn't exactly "free" the school from the students, as they didn't control it; maybe she had noticed something. "Are they the menaces you're against? The rulers, the headmistresses?" she exampled. The Prefect paused. Normally, she would wait for an answer, but there were other things that also needed to be asked about before she would choose to make such a choice. Also, there was something else she had become quite curious about.
Now, there was easily the most difficult question to answer. "And, of course, how could your master possibly reward me?"
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