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Post by Ally on Jun 20, 2005 12:09:48 GMT
Alyssandra stumbled down the path in the dark, a little disorientated. She'd been catching up with her Professor about some of the Herbology homework and before she realised she was standing in the Greenhouses in the dark. She apologised madly to the teacher and scuttled out of the place, the green plants seeming to stretch taller in the dark light.
Barely knowing her way around the school as it was, Alyssandra started to travel down the path that led away from the school and before long found herself on the outskirts of the forest. Clutching her bag a little tighter around her shoulder, she took a deep breath and tied her hair back with her headband, the red mass falling easily into the position it was intended to go. She looked into the Forest again and sighed.
"You don't have to do this Blue," She told herself, referring to herself by the name her Dad had called her because of the colour of her hair. Typical Australian slang. Just then a voice rang out behind her. She recognised the voice right away. One of the Slytherins, Heidi, who hadn't stopped taunting her for her Australiania - her accent, clothes and mannerisms. She sighed and did an about-face to face the girl and her cronies man to man. Or girl to girl. Really.
"Have a problem?" Ally asked, hardly bothered. She should ignore the girl really, but Ally had been annoyed by them enough. Her father had taught her how to deal with idiots like Heidi. Ally stood there whilst Heidi placed her cards on the table - the typical mocking of the accent, the Paul Hogan stereotype, etc etc. She finished it off differently this time.
"Go and catch a crocodile in the Forest then," She challenged. "And come bouncing out on your kangaroo," Ally had had enough. She walked over, and stood right in front of the girl and studied her throughly.
"I think I will," Ally spoke softly, let the words sink in and then turned away. "Oh, hang on, nearly forgot," She spun around and punched her hard across the face. Ally smiled and dusted her hands off, then walked back toward the Forest.
"What are you doing?" Someone called out after her.
"Going to catch my croc!" She yelled, took a breath then plunged into the Forest.
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Post by patrick on Jun 20, 2005 12:34:14 GMT
Oh how amusing. The little mighty girl showing off her macho skills by striking down an opponent. Coal-coloured eyes focused on the strikingly beautiful specimen striding through the boundaries of the forest. There had been so many intruders into the forest recently, why should the girl be any different? But, she was different, in some strange and enticing way. Her hair, the movement of her body, her shining eyes.
But still, a slight snarl formed across his lips from between the two trees closest to the girl as she slowed, deeper into the forest. "You shouldn't be in here." He called with that deep voice of his. It was a statement with a hint of warning. Not because of himself, but for the other inhabitants of the forest. The pair of heavy boots thudded dully on the forest floor as he dropped from between the trees, and his somewhat longish brown hair flowed from behind his shoulders. Maybe it was her accent.
Still feeling slightly awkward, he strode from beneath the shadows, and now stood in front of the girl, blocking her path further into the forest. "You'll be killed if you stay." He warned genuinely.
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Post by Ally on Jun 20, 2005 12:54:32 GMT
Alysandra froze as a voice rang out behind her, unsure of whether she should run further into the Forest or run out of the Forest. Either way, her body wasn't responding to her brains frantic thoughts on how she might escape. Instead she turned to face the voice.
She couldn't see anyone.
"Bugger," She uttered under her breath then tried to get her bearings again. As she looked around a shadow fell across her path and she started as her eyes alighted on a man in front of her. He watched her closely and Ally was a little unnerved. She wasn't sure which way she was headed anymore, having spun around a few times and in the darkness most of the tress looked exactly alike. The man spoke again, warning her against staying. Alyssandra took a breath and her shoulders slumped, her shoulder strap of her bag falling off and taking the top of her robe with it. It had been a fairly warm say so she'd only worn a singlet-top underneath.
"Thanks for your concern, but I just want to get back to the castle." Ally pulled the bag off her arm completely and slung it over her other shoulder, then tugged at her robe impatiently, trying to cover the bare skin.
"Do you know a way out?" Ally asked, trying to push past him when it was clear he wouldn't move for her.
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Jun 20, 2005 12:58:52 GMT
The elegant ruffles of a uniquely-styled victorian attire fell in black folds down the thigh of a female figure. The figure sat atop the branch of a tree, her curves complimented by her sillouette, the sun setting behind her, far far away, leading to shadows dancing all over the darkened canopy and forest underneath. Fine leather boots were positioned on their heels and soles on the branches, her knees bent, as Maí Lé Rosà watched the entrance of yet two new aquaintances.
She would soon get to know them, and they would soon get to know her.
Her long ivory hair rolled down her spine in waves, dangling like medusa's venemous snakes and reaching for the ground below. Her pale complexion was set like a statue, and a form of visual seductivity rode down her flawless thigh, a magenta garter strap, embroided with roses at it's peak, if one was lucky to gaze so high.
Casually tipping her head hellwards, Mai cocked a brow at the all-too-macho lycan and smirked, chuckling audibly. "You shouldn't be in here either if I am not mistaken. Your place is not with the forest clan at all. You smell of the tunnels." Mai informed the naive lycan, putting him in his rightful place, due to the fact that Chailyn's clan would no doubt take savagely to his existence on their turf.
With that, Mai slowly slid her heel down the branch, then flipped sideways off it, landing in a perfect squat, her corsétted dress whirling around her hips in a flourish of excitement. As she rose to stand her full height, a good six feet tall, her dress relaxed, and her deep carmine gaze took in the girl from Down Under, again, Mai smirked, then spoke to the lycan again, but kept her eyes on the girl.
"No, she will not be killed. At worst, she would be brutally maimed, perhaps beyond all recognition, or simply to the point of excrutiation, but alas, not killed. That would be a gift." She finished, her voice balancing on a chilling warning. Studying the bag under the girl's arm, and her lovely, touchable hair, Mai let her cherry-red lips fall blank of expression, and she ran a hand through her hair, which was currently gloved in black lace.
"There are no crocadiles here m'dear." Mai informed the girl with bland amusement, finding the subject of the horrid reptiles rather a bore. "Nor shall you be treading upon a way out, in the near future." Mai added, knowing the forest like the back of her hand. "You are familiar with valkeries, lycans, vampires, faeries and nymphs, no?" She asked, quirking a brow, before lowering it again. Her face now melted into a clam but icey expression and she stepped closer to the girl, until they were inches apart.
"You are familiar with demons, yes?" She asked with a tight whisper, her blood-red eyes swirling with their own cosmos as she reinforced the fact, if it hadn't been guessed already, that she was in fact a demoness.
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Post by patrick on Jun 20, 2005 13:09:32 GMT
But now, she had a reason to stay. And so did he. She clearly was looking past the Lycan, not interested really only in a way out. This made him sigh a little, but it was taken back when her shoulder sling fell down her arm, along with his eyes widening only slightly. Was she doing this on purpose? "Of course I know a way out. I live here." He replied bluntly. Those long locks of beautiful crimson hair flowed beautifully against her slightly pale face.
A porcelain doll.
With the both of them facing each other, Michael took a step forward and ran a finger delicately down the side of her chin. So cool and refreshing, her skin. By now she had tugged on the string that fell down from her top. He had to have her. She was too beautiful to let her die from plain human mortality. That flawless siren had to be preserved. One way to solve this. Turn her. 'I can't let you leave now you're here, sweety."
By now though, a Demoness had shown up, and the man smirked. Why now? Of all times, why now? She would probably make Michael lose all chances with the girl. "So what if I smell of the Tunnels?"” he spat rudely. "Chai has accepted me into her clan, I am merely posing as a tunnel Lycan."
She's mine. he warned deeply in the demoness's mind.
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Post by Ally on Jun 20, 2005 13:28:16 GMT
Ally shivered as a finger was trailed down her cheek. She almost ducked away from the affectionate gesture, but there was something in the man's eyes that compelled her to stay looking into them for a moment longer. Her icy blue eyes searched his black ones, not one hundred percent sure of what she was looking for exactly.
There was a silence that seemed to last a lifetime before it was broken by the arrival of someone else into the clearing. Ally stepped back involuntarily and wondered what was going on. She froze as the climatic nature of such a meeting reached it's highest point and Alyssandra knew in her stomach and her thumping heart that she was never going to get out of here unharmed. The beautiful woman in front of her was amazingly beautiful, but at the same time a fierce terror wove itself snugly around her. A part of Ally wished she was as strong as the Demoness, and the other parts where wishing that she had somewhere to escape to.
She sank to the ground to try and gather more strength and to try and force her mind to work with the firm ground of the earth below her. She ignored the words exchanged between the two - it was some jargon she barely understood so there was no point in listening.
If she couldn't get out of here unharmed, how could she get out of here with the least amount of injuries?
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Jun 20, 2005 14:00:06 GMT
Mai stepped aside at the lycans words and studied him further, deciding upon an increasingly strange reaction that she would leave the two of them be. This odd behaviour didn't faze the demoness in the slightest, upon receiving no answer to her questions, and noting the obvious chemistry --whether it be false for a killing or not-- between the two, she could have quite preferably spared the mush and had a more eventful evening elsewhere.
Smirking lightly to herself she delivered a strong look at the lycan and tilted her head forward only slightly, it could have been a sign of respect, or it could have been a goodbye, either way she wasn't snubbing her nose at him, so one could consider it as good. "Very well." She said cautiously, finding herself in a position where she either couldn't tell the lycan from a forest or tunnel one, or was completely void of emotions. 'Twas most likely the last, for she still held suspicious thoughts that he was of the tunnel clan, but either way, it was hardly her concern.
"I do wonder why you are posing as a Tunnel Lycan, however we might discuss this at another time, should we meet again." Then at his telepathic warning, she snorted and flashed raised eyebrows his way. "Don't flatter yourself. First seen first serve, I already know my manners m'dear." She answered smoothly, before turning with but a brief gaze at the girl, one that could have echoed count yourself lucky.
Moments later the demoness strode off into the depths of the forest, the gentle thump, thump of her boots fading until she disappeared from sight altogether.
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Post by patrick on Jun 21, 2005 12:19:53 GMT
Finally, at least that was over. Though he greatly admired the Demoness showing up to his meal, it wouldn't have been the perfect moment at that specific time. Now the girl was truly alone, with the coal-eyed man for the only company. The Demoness was right though, the girl wouldn't be killed. Not now that Michael was there. If any other creature, such as her lovely self, had gotten to the red-headed girl, all hell would have broken loose.
But for now, she was safe from the sting of mortality.
His knees bent silently and lowered him down to the girl's level. "You're safe with me." He muttered with sincerity flowing through those dark lids. And like he had done before, he stroked slowly with a single finger down the side of her face lovingly. Never had a human had this effect on Michael. But then again, there was his loss of memory…
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Post by Ally on Jun 21, 2005 12:34:59 GMT
Alyssandra felt the relief settle over her shoulders, which was a pleasant change from gut wrenching fear. She knew instinctively that most would not have gotten off as lightly from the Demoness and was suddenly thankful for this mysterious stranger's intervention. Ally wondered why he hadn't been threatened by the dangerously beautiful creature and tucked a strand of red behind her ear as she thought to herself.
She was about to push herself off the ground and stand again, when the man knelt in front of her and grazed his hand gently against her cheek again. Alyssandra ignored the shivers that danced along her spine - the ones that accompanied such a touch. She fumbled along the leafy ground for her bag that had slipped off her shoulder as she sank to the ground, and tugged it over once again.
"Thank you for all your help," Ally was trying to figure out how she could convince the man to help her back to the castle. "I'm still lost though, do you think you could point me in the right direction of the castle?" Her voice trailed off as her icy-blue eyes met his coal dark ones; the intensity behind them striking her suddenly.
"What are you?" She whispered, a wave of fear sweeping over her, unsure of what she was getting herself into.
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Post by patrick on Jun 21, 2005 12:48:15 GMT
The last comment that she had spoken was the one that intregued him the most. Though he would answer the first few before the last, he had never been asked what he was before. There again, the memory loss. But it was so painful within his stomach that the girl merely wanted to get back to the castle, and not want to spend more time in the forest. "It's a pleasure to help someone as flashingly beautiful as yourself." He complimented softly.
Before he answered the last few questions though, the man crouched on all fours and slowly scuffled forward. His eyelids draped shut for a split second, but they couldn't stop watching the beautiful human. Thus, when their lips met softly, he was staring deep into those blue eyes, the brightness contrasting to his dark ones. With one hand though, he brushed away a loose lock of brown hair that fell in front of their view.
The kiss that was now broken lingered sweetly on his lips as he answered "I'm sorry, my dear. I can't let you leave. I'm what some call a were-wolf, but a proper name is a Lycan. I live in this forest." he blurted out almost in a whisper. Why did she have to leave?
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Post by Ally on Jun 22, 2005 9:09:15 GMT
Alyssandra's eyes flickered closed instinctively to try to enjoy the brief kiss. Her eyes shot open, confused, as she realised what had happened and would have lifted her hand to slam across the side of his face when he spoke in an enthralling whisper.
When he admitted what he was, Ally scrambled backwards a little. Her eyes searched his face for evidence of a lie, and when she couldn't find any she took her eyes away from him, desperately trying to find a way to escape the clearing.
"A - a werewolf?" She muttered under her breath, the panic starting to settle in over her usually rational train of thoughts.
"But they are mythological, like bunyips and unicorns!" Ally couldn't comprehend the fact she was being addressed by a werewolf. She thanked her lucky stars it wasn't a full moon, then realised that the man had addressed himself by another name.
"What's a Lycan?" She whispered, her slender fingers slipping awkwardly into her pockets, trying to find her wand as discreetly as she could.
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Post by patrick on Jun 24, 2005 13:22:15 GMT
Those eyes held beautiful water-like properties within Alyssandra, something the man couldn't resist. No matter how harsh and brutal he had been to all other humans and Lycans, something just wouldn't let him do anything to her. "Please, don't be afraid." he begged with pleading black eyes.
"A Lycan is what I am. We are the same as werewolves, but higher up in the evolution chain." This time, his voice held a little less wining temperments as he explained. "We can turn into our true forms at will, and are much stronger." But there was so much that he didn't want to explain, because he knew she'd be just like the others; afraid. Scared for their lives.
Noticing her hands in her pockets, he pulled them out and clasped them within his own, almost fully closing over them. He pulled her closer now, and stared deeply into her eyes. "You can't leave."
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Post by Ally on Jun 24, 2005 13:35:32 GMT
Ally stared at him, thinking he was mad. Surely he couldn't be what he was claiming to be? She did believe in various things like unicorns and dragons, so maybe this Lycan-type creature did exist. His hands slid gently down her arms and lifted her hands from her pockets, covering them with his own, and Ally noticed the slightly calloused palms and was reminded of someone that she had been planning to forget. She shivered involuntarily then stared into the eyes that were observing her every move.
The deep blackness seemed to expand and envelope her and she felt much more aware of her body, the intensity behind the eyes was creating shivers and tingles that were racing all over her body. The firm whisper that followed took several moments to register in Ally's mind what the man had said. When she realised what it was, she snapped out of his 'spell' and tried to free her hands from his grasp.
"What do you mean, I can't leave?" She demanded. "Of course I can. It's a free country, I can do what I like." Ally's eyes sparkled dangerously, the stubbornness of her family beginning to show from within her.
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Post by patrick on Jul 5, 2005 15:18:54 GMT
She was growing cuter and cuter by the minute, at each and every single word she had uttered. Tightly grasping her hands within his own, he replied "You're not leaving. Here, we run the rules. What we say, goes," almost harshly, but meaning to sound factuous and strong-like. What was wrong with him? He ate humans like this girl for dinner! Why was she any different? Acting on instincts was what Michael did his whole life, or so he thought, and so this time was no exception. A quick movement forward and her lips collided with his viciously in a very odd-fashoined kiss, enveloping himself within the ecstasy that he so wanted to unleash. But there was a difference in this embrace of lips. Blood dribbled into his mouth as he swallowed it eagerly after piercing both her lips and a bit of her gums with his teeth. Pulling himself away mentally and physically, his hand lifted from hers to wipte away the blood that escaped his lips. "As I said, you can't leave now."
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Post by Ally on Jul 8, 2005 12:30:33 GMT
Alyssandra started as the man lurched forward and clumsily bumped into her jaw, biting down hard. Inwardly she swore but there was barely any breath in her lungs to use to scream. Her hands slipped up onto his shoulders and she tried pointlessly to push him off. She closed her eyes and for the first time felt genuine terror settle over her shoulders. She nearly panicked but when the rest of her body registered that there was no other contact besides the teeth scraping against her mouth and lips against hers, she calmed slightly. One things that startled her was the furious passion behind the kiss. A thought lingered in the back of her mind - was the fast pace of her heart due to her terror of the man in front of her, or was it doing so to try and match the passion that was being spent on her?
The man broke away and Ally took a few moments to recover in which the man reached a hand to his lips and brushed away some scarlet blood. Instinctively Ally ran a tongue quickly over hers and was met with the coppery tasting liquid. The back of her hand flew to her mouth and wiped some of the blood from her top lip. Snarling a little at the injury he'd caused, Ally wiped the blood from her hand and tried to dab at it again.
Her eyes met with his but for once she had nothing to say - the foreboding words following his kiss were haunting her mind.
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