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Nov 20, 2005 7:10:35 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Nov 20, 2005 7:10:35 GMT
The minute the Demoness' eyes started to glow, Fenris know that he was in for a fight, but he didn't react quickly enough and within moments his wrist was caught by the Demoness' hand. And then all she did was bend it and break it, as if she were some artist constantly unsatisfied with her clay sclupture and had to modify it some more. The fragments of bone that broke within him damaged even more of his arm from the inside out and internal bleeding was a foe that he would have to face. But that was not the worst ot the pain or punishment that this Demoness was about to give him.
Fenrir roared up to the night sky in agony as he watched his own hand being thrusted into his guts and his nearly senseless fingers could feel the outside of his digestive tract and then the Demoness made his fingers claw into his intestines with a simple gesture of her pressing one of his numerous tendons. And if that wasn't enough pain for any man or beast to take; the demoness repeated that tantalizing process on his other arm. And for some unknown reason, his skin regrew at a quicker rate than ever; trapping his hands and lower arms inside of his body.
Snarling in anger, Fenris tried to forcefully remove his limbs that were entangled within himself to no avail. But then the demoness began to change, similiar to the transformations that he made to his wolven form, only with more grace and less time. And when fully transformed; she was about as tall as Fenrir the Wolf was. But once she started to charge at his weaken and somewhat crippled body; Fenris laughed.
His maniacal laughter lifted to the Heavens and it seemed that Fenrir had become something different. Something that had nothing left to lose and something that would inflict as much damage as possible. With a feral smile across his face and his laughter ringing across the clearing; Fenris Fenrir embraced the madness. He charged as fast as he could toward the incoming leopard and when it seemed like she would have been right upon him; Fenris preformed a roundhouse kick that contacted with her feline face. And he didn't stop there.
Laughing like the madman that he was as more than one third of his body was in mortal pain, Fenris Fenrir continued to lash out with kick after kick into the face of the Demoness; that feral smile not disappearing for a second. With every kick Fenris was invigored. With everytime his boot connected with the soft face of the feline demoness, he enjoyed the bliss of dealing out more. More...he needed more now; this wasn't coming to him fast enough for his likening; he needed to see her blood and he needed to see it now.
Harder and harder; faster and faster, until at long last Fenrir's kicks drew blood each time they landed on the Demoness' face. Like the Mad Hatter on a hayride, Fenris continued to laugh like an insane nutcase as he inflicted more damage onto the woman; giggling as a little boy as he went.
If she thought that she had won; she had yet to see Fenrir's madness in the fullest.
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Nov 20, 2005 7:37:24 GMT
Post by Lothani on Nov 20, 2005 7:37:24 GMT
Just a little closer. A few centimetres. Not even that. But she was just the tiniest bit slow in her reaction. The Demoness had seen the action coming as if she contained foresight (which she didn't) with the flinching movement of his thigh muscles to try and lift his legs, but she was too slow in her reaction of dodging such a kick. Her swift enough movement of her head was enough to lessen the blows, but not enough to entirely miss his foot. Thus it took that little bit longer to draw blood from her face and muzzle. Still, eventually, after many kicks of his and many attempts in swivelling her head to the side, her cheek bone cracked and broke.
It had broke in an odd way, with his boot severing her fur and skin, but it would heal soon, far sooner than expected. Finally, there was an opportunity for her to move in a strange angle to entirely miss his kicks, after too many attacks. But this was not close enough to stop her from replying right back with some of her own movements. Her neck lifted her nose to the sky, missing the kick by an inch, then spun her head in a circle to lower it to face the ground. The pain was quite enough for her to take clear notice of, but it would be over soon.
He had missed, and landed awkwardly from expecting to hit her (sorry for the god-rping, but that’s what would happen), and this was enough time for her to let out a war-cry-like roar. Her paws landed with a dull thud onto his chest, narrowly missing his awkwardly broken arms, and sent him to the forest floor with her atop him. She was very, very large in comparison to his human form, and much wider in her limbs. Her right paw pressed right against his Adam's Apple, sending it to the back of his throat. Due to her left paw lifting from his body to strike at his face, deeply scratching into the bone of the side of his head, half her body weight was resting on his throat.
A good one-hundred and thirty-five pounds of leopard. Poison delivered by her blow was enough to kill him in two days by deterioration from the inside-out, but she was going to abruptly shorten that time. After her right paw had returned to the ground beside his painfully-positioned arm, her left rear paw lifted from his right side and positioned itself with the other rear paw, beside his left leg so that he couldn’t shove her off with his legs.
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Nov 20, 2005 9:32:58 GMT
Post by Xavier on Nov 20, 2005 9:32:58 GMT
OOC: Just for the record, Fenris, I think we'll let this event take place AFTER the "Verification" thread. So in that case, I'm considering stopping this 'foolish' scurmish...or however you spell it. I'm honestly too tired to care.
Also, as a result, this post will be relatively short. My apologies.
IC:
Night. The period of the day when the world was at its most majestic. Stars shining in the night sky, creatures that would normally not be seen in daylight out and about...it was a beautiful thing. Xavier felt a light night breeze waft through his hair, blowing his green locks about in their styled positions. As the Lycan's orange eyes gazed at the billions of lights in the sky, Xavier heard a soothing melody originating from the forest. Then his heightened Lycan senses picked up two...no...three beings headed towards the location of the voice. Curious, Xavier decided to investigate.
With stealth and finesse that few creatures of the forest possessed, Xavier changed into his rarely-seen Lycan form, then sprinted into the shelter of the Forbidden Forest. He quickly made his way downwind of the location of the voice, since there was no doubt that the originator wasn't human and could probably sense him very easily if he were to reveal his position in such a manner. As Xavier circled around, he sensed his great, great grandson, Fenris Fenrir, now dearest of kin and his responsibility to look after, approaching in more or less a direction headed towards the voice. He knew Fenris probably wouldn't take heed of his warning, so Xavier decided not to open a telepathic channel to him. Instead, Xavier changed back into his human form, dressed in a matte-black outfit that blended in with the darkness that seemed to constantly possess the Forbidden forest. The Lycan then flexed his leg muscles and used them to propel himself high into the branches of a tree where his Lycan senses could clearly pick up the events nearby.
From his position, Xavier sensed Lothani, the demoness and Anactoria, a Nymph. He had seen Lothani before, but not Anactoria. With intense curiousity, Xavier watched as the two females seduced two humans from the school, sealing their fates merely through the encounter. If his intuition was correct, Lothani would merely toy with her prey. However, he wasn't sure about Anactoria. He didn't know her at all. Then Fenris approached and challenged the might of the demoness. Xavier cursed to himself.
"Baka...doesn't he know how powerful she is? I'd better be closer if things get out of hand."
Xavier leapt from tree to tree until he was as close as he dared, a mere five hundred meters away. From this distance he watched as things did indeed get out of hand. But what was Xavier to do? Attempt to stop a vicious battle between two titans of the Forest? He shook his head and sighed at the idea. To do so was as close to suicide as you could get without actually stabbing yourself in the gut. (If you'll forgive the pun there)
Xavier spoke to himself in his own mind quietly.
Fenris, you fool. What are you doing? You can't let your emotions get out of hand. You'll only get killed!
Silently he stood on the branch, leaning against the tree as he watched the clash of the majestic beings.
OOC: *pants and shakes out his hands* Wow...I haven't written like that in ages. Thanks Lothani, Fenris.
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Nov 20, 2005 21:46:11 GMT
Post by Anactoria on Nov 20, 2005 21:46:11 GMT
OOC: Hey.... would you guys mind not posting so much when I'm gone for less than a day? 0.o Please? Pretty please?
BIC: Stupid, but interesting. Fenris versus Lothani... a fairly matched battle. However, the arrogance of the lycan male had begun to irk her, though not enough to be driven to such extremes. Her mood was too laid back and relaxed to suddenly be shifting over into the thought driven world of attack. And there would always be other times for her to get her revenge upon the male, if she so desired it. Yawning, she traced her finger up and down the blond boy's neck for a few moments... just thinking.
And she allowed the pair to fight. Why not? It was none of her concern. She didn't need to care about them, though she did feel that she owed more of an alliance to Lothani than to Fenris. After all, the demoness had given her this little pet, so perhaps she should repay her by taking her side on this one. So, for just a split second, the nymph considered it. Lothani did look to be holding on her own... no. It would be an insult to such a great being to intrude.
Her attention then shifted away from the blond haired boy and over to the other one, the third boy who had only just entered into the clearing. Apparently the song had drawn more than even she had expected... but what to do with him? He looked like he was struggling to come back into awareness, which was a dangerous thing. And they couldn't just let him return into the world after having witnessed such a discourse. Something had to be done about him, and she was the only one available to do it. She left the arms of the blond boy with a great deal of reluctance, and he was almost unwilling to let her go. Oh, how sweet... he already loved her so...
After prying the blond boy's fingers from her shoulder, she made her way over to the newcomer. He looked disoriented- did he even notice the fight that was going on right before his own eyes? Probably not. The seducing song had rendered him witless, she supposed. That just might add to the fun that was to be had. Sighing in an almost bored tone, she whipped out a pocket knife from her bosom and held it lightly to the man's throat.
"Don't worry..." She cooed, leaning over to whisper in his ear. "You're next, dove. I'll make sure that tonight will be the last night you ever remember..."
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Nov 21, 2005 0:48:23 GMT
Post by Cedric (need an rper) on Nov 21, 2005 0:48:23 GMT
Cedric had heard the song. Eerie in it's own way, and yet so below him that it made him sneer. He had heard songs better than that, yet he couldn't pull himself away from the very the very essence of the disgusting song. It made his skin crawl and he tipped his chin up proudly. He was better than that pathetic song.
But he couldn't fight it, what ever it was, though he snarled at the thought that anything magical could do this to him. No matter though, it wasn't his desicion on wether to go or not. He had to follow that song, and the more he fought it the more it entranced him.
Grudgingly he found his legs moving out of the castle and down towards the filthy lake. His eyes seemed to fog and for a few moments he didn't know where he was or what was even happening. He still couldn't get away from that foul song either. It seemed to keep drawing him in.
By the time Cedric became more away of his surroundings he was in a gathering in the forest. He lifted his chin once again in that proud mocking manner, and his eyes flashed coldly. He was surrounded by "creatures", more like over grown rodents to him. But he wasn't stupid enough to bring their wrath on him...well not yet at least.
He still couldn't control all his body though, and he glared angerly at the filthy creatures.
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Nov 21, 2005 4:06:22 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Nov 21, 2005 4:06:22 GMT
After landing from the missed attack, Fenris found his breath knocked out of him as the black leopard pounced on his chest and pushed him to the ground. Had he the abilitly to use his hands, Fenris would have attempted to shove off the Demoness, but his hands were still stuck inside of his own body and he dared not to attempt to bring them out. From the paw of the leopard striking the side of his face and letting the vile poison enter his body to when the Demoness shifted all of her weight on his neck, there was only one thought in Fenrir's mind.
To break out of this position of helplessness and hurt this demoness; he would not be easy prey any longer than he had to.
Screaming in agony, Fenris played his last trump card and soon enough; sliver-grey fur started sprouting about his body. If she was going to go into her strongest form; he had best do the same if he wanted to live. Even if it cost him his lower arms, for in the transformation; the parts of his arms that were trapped inside of his body splintered and snapped; leaving them useless. Within a few moments; where a human man had been trapped in pain and rage; a wolf of greater size was hacking as the demoness continued to cut of his oxygen.
With a hacking cough, the great wolf surged forward on some of his reserved energy and sunk his teeth hard and fast into the leg whose paw was choking him. As the blood poured down his gullet, Fenrir's eyes burned all the brighter and now he was truely ready to begin his counter-assault. Clamping down harder on the bone of the demoness, Fenris envisioned the bone breaking under the might of his bite and in a matter of minutes; the bone snapped with a sickening crunch and Fenris was allowed to breath once more. Now to cripple this Demoness; now to make sure that Fenrir left a lasting mark on her.
With the last of the energy in his weakening body, Fenris Fenrir lunged upward with his head; right at the one spot the demoness had seemingly negelected to guard; her own windpipe. Even though he was limited to how far his lunge could be, for most of his body was beneath the demoness; the muzzle of Fenrir brushed against the fur of the leopard's lower neck and those canines of the wolf soon clamped into the softer tissue and flesh around the neck. So warm; so filling, but even as he held himself there; somewhat suspended, Fenris' body was growing weaker; he couldn't keep this up much longer.
Too much poison and no antidote to spare.
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Nov 21, 2005 4:27:25 GMT
Post by Lothani on Nov 21, 2005 4:27:25 GMT
There were indeed plenty more observers, but none dragged her attention away from what was happening. A lovely scream broke through from his throat, vibrating up her leg, and she could have smiled. Both his arms had snapped off from where they were broken, proving that the Lycan was purely wanting to win the fight. But before the beautiful creature could have realised that his jaws had changed and lunged toward her, they were clamped on her forearm that was pressing against his windpipe. The demoness hissed, from both the pleasure and pain, until one of her bones in her leg had snapped clean away, jutting out from her fur.
But the other bone beside it hadn't broken fully, though cleanly scraped by the sharp teeth that had jammed around it. He had delivered a blow that she should have expected, ripping and tearing at her throat with force of a raging bull’s speed. Brighter and brighter her eyes became, mad with rage from lack of oxygen herself. Blood poured into his mouth. Toxic as it was, it wasn't enough to kill a Lycan, no matter how much he swallowed. In attempting to force out a snarl, Lothani curled her lips upward, baring her own set of canines down at the battered creature.
Though it would have been expected that she would have pulled away from the jaws, which would have lead to him pulling out her oesophagus due to the direction his teeth curled, she didn’t. Instead, Lothani did the direct opposite. She pressed her throat deeper into his jaws in attempt to choke him, and lifted her unbroken arm to swipe at his nose. It came clean off, leaving him no way to breathe unless he would let her go. But her scratching didn't finish there. Her claws continued to dig deeply into his side, quickly enough to make her arm a blur as the daggers sliced into his abdomen, delivering enough poison to surely kill him by the end of the next day.
Swipe, swipe, swipe. Slice, slice, slice. Rip, rip, rip. Tear, tear, tear. He would not win the battle, nor the war.
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Nov 21, 2005 4:29:50 GMT
Post by Xavier on Nov 21, 2005 4:29:50 GMT
Xavier watched the event occur from a fair distance, but realized that his great grandson was not winning the fight. He cursed again. Why did it always have to resort to violence? Xavier stood up on the branch that supported his weight and hopped down ten stories to the forest floor, his heavy combat boots hitting the ground, creating a soft crunch as branches underfoot were snapped in two. He walked towards the group, not bothing with being quiet. Either way he was bound to be noticed. As he came into plain view, Xavier slowed his pace and opened up a telepathic channel with the group.
Greetings Lothani. Fenris. Anactoria. I come in peace. I have no desire to fight. But I beg of you, please stop. We are all creatures of this forest - equal in pride and status. No one person holds the right to govern any other. We are all brothers and sisters here and we should act as such. Please Lothani, let my great grandson alone. He has suffered enough under your punishment. I cannot stand by and watch as my own family is mercilessly beaten into submission.
Xavier's eyes then turned to his great grandson, Fenris.
Fenris, seeing you like this pains me. Why must you fight so fiercely? Is there no other way? Why can't we all just act civilized and act noble? We should be setting an example for humans to follow. Instead, we play with them like pawns and drive them away in fear. I'm not surprised that the majority of humanity hates us as they do. They fear us because they misunderstand us. Being who you are gives them no opportunity TO understand. The world is a cruel place, but there is no reason for you to make it crueler. We suffer enough as a result. Fighting only makes it worse.
Xavier nodded his head at Anactoria, then looked at the collection of human males that had gathered in the area. Xavier then spoke aloud to the two females.
"What you choose to do with these humans is none of my business, but I can't stand senseless murder. So please, spare their lives. They have so much to live for. If you wish to use them as you would, simply wipe their memories of the incident and send them back to their beds after you're done. I do not wish for more bloodshed than what is necessary."
Xavier walked a little closer and stood next to a large maple, his eyes looking at the injured and weakened Fenris Fenrir.
"Fenris. My dear boy. What tortures you so?" he asked to the wind.
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Nov 21, 2005 5:04:26 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Nov 21, 2005 5:04:26 GMT
He couldn't stand it any more; it had seemed that Fenris Fenrir had met his match after all. It seemed that his last ditch effort was all for not and even now he could feel the throat of the demoness pushing deeper into his maw; as if willingly wanting to be devoured, but it came in too fast for the lycan. It became harder to breath and in the next second it became impossible to breath when the demoness tore off the nose that was on the end of his snout. So that was the demoness' plan; to mutalate Fenris beyond recognition?
Well; it seemed that she had won.
Oblivious to the pain in his sides and of the open wounds that freely bled, Fenris slowly loosened his grip on the Demoness' throat and with a mighty crash collasped onto the Forest floor. And that was when he heard the voice; the voice that could not have been any more welcome. Xavier had come and it seemed that he wished to bargain for the hostilities to cease. That was Xavier alright; always trying to end things without bloodshed. But then Fenrir cringed with what came next.
He couldn't take the lecture that Xavier was giving him; on the humans part of it as well. The humans had already hurt him to deeply, so was he to give up this fight with such ease? No; the humans had earned his hatred and those that did would pay the prize and all would rot inside of Fenrir. And then Xavier ask what ailed Fenrir, and Fenris said, "Besides the obvious, my mind is still not at peace; Sealla is done and I now have no one. Cealla is gone and I have no mother to talk to. I have no one that I see often; that is what ails me. And I think I am beyond that cure."
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Nov 21, 2005 5:43:50 GMT
Post by Lothani on Nov 21, 2005 5:43:50 GMT
The anger that fuelled the demoness, which made the Lycan pay with his life in the next day, flared as another spoke. Still with the jaws of the first Lycan around her throat, she continued to scrape her claws over him. Mixtures of deep and shallow wounds littered his body. And then, just as Lothani had become that little bit dizzy, his jaws loosened around her throat, clearly dying from the deterioration and beating his form was taking. He dropped to the floor with a very dull thud before he spoke to the Lycan Lothani had met not so long ago, before her leave.
With the dangerous hint of venom in her voice, Lothani cried out from the impact of her tail. The spiked shape end of her elongated spine had stabbed itself through her neck, not quite piercing through the other side. In a quick enough movement, it was out again, and her skin and throat began to heal miraculously, just as it had done with the Lycan's stomach layer of skin. But it left a clean scar, brilliantly shining without the fur there. Just as she had done then, her tail jabbed into her leg that had been partially broken, and delivered the healing part of her body some help. Though it would take longer for her bone to reposition itself, it was already back inside her leg and the top layer of skin scarred.
Rearing up, the black fur of her battered form began to melt into her skin, forming latex that was worn before the fight. Once her transformation had been completed, the last thing to return was her chauffer hat, her head swung around to face the Lycan that had interrupted their fight with his defiant words. "Your great grandson is dying, Lycan." Lothani stated without a hint of emotion wrought across her bloodied face. Tipping her hat with a rather slow movement, the demoness made her way back over to the boy she had sealed the fate of, who hurried over to examine her arm and neck.
As the boy ran his fingers over her neck, Lothani cast her gaze down on the beaten Lycan. "Take a hint from this respectful being and myself, and hold your tongue from uttering hurtful words." No one would ever get away with insulting the demoness, and never had. So why should the large Lycan have been any different? Her eyes scanned over the group that there was; two Lycans, one bitten human girl, four human boys and Anactoria. There was the idea of taking what belonged to the beaten Lycan (Hayzie), but he had not taken nor harmed the boys Lothani had brought, so she had no reason to do the same.
Anactoria really did seem like she was enjoying herself. And now they were accompanied by two other boys. Two for each, should they want more. The Lycan watching over the fight had said that he didn't wish the boys any harm to come, and just in spite of his relative naming her horrid things, Lothani jammed her unharmed arm down the boy's throat, and tore out his oesophagus. Letting it drop at the Lycan's foot, along with the body, Lothani smiled toward the third boy with Anactoria's dagger at his throat. "Your great-grandson implied I was denouncing my own name by performing spells on the boys to pleasure my senses.
"How can a demoness, or any being, be truthfully classified as a overly friendly lady when she has never been touched in such places?" Lothani spat harshly toward the prying Lycan. Sweeping her feet over the fallen body of the cursed creature, the demoness strode over toward the fourth boy with a rather pompous attitude plastered across his face.
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Nov 21, 2005 18:01:38 GMT
Post by Sam Nanten on Nov 21, 2005 18:01:38 GMT
(OOC) .....Well, then. I have to say I share the lovely nymph's dismayed sentiments. Truth be told, I was almost wondering if anyone was even going to reply after I did. I am thankful, miss Anactoria, for not taking advantage of my lengthy absence. ^^
(BIC) Standing in that vast and somewhat crowded hallway, Sam's arm crossed over his waist while the other one let his hand tickle at his jaw intuitively. There was definitely something amiss, something misplaced, something....just not right about any of this. Sam felt that any one of these stooges should have felt the same as he did, yet the thief stood alone in his silent disaray. The real question was what he needed to look out for to solve this conundrum: The inconsistancies, or the constants? His eyes darted swiftly to everything, over and over as he repeatedly processed the information. Students, pillars, corridors, stairs, students, books, spells, woman in red night gown, more stinking students, stairs, boo-
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There was a woman in a red night gown, standing at the base of the staircase. And a vexingly familiar woman at that, dripping with as much sex appeal as the last time he saw her. The vampiress Courtney, with her dark brown feathery locks trickling over her shoulders. Every square, perfectly curved inch of that girl's body held everything a man would kill to own. And she, right there, silently screamed the presence of that underlying inconsistancy. Sam was befuddled as to how he didn't see this sooner.
"Court? What are you doing here? This is-"
In that very next moment, Sam lost another bit of time. When he next blinked, Sam had taken this dusky maiden in a wordless embrace. His hands drapped themselves in a hardening embrace against this woman's flawless body, and his head was tilted beneath her jaw. His tongue was extended, barely touching against the vampiress's kissable throat as a trail of her own crimson fluid ran down into her equally red night lingere. Was he....feeding from her?
Sam's first instinct failed to kick in, the one where he would throw himself from her and painfully topple down the staircase. Instead, he pulled her over and tilted her in a dip so that she had but to have him let go in order to have her fall. And the shift of her body's position also almost let Courtney fall out of her....upper night apparel. Sam's grip did not falter, nor did he let up as he continued tasting her. His lips, unrelenting in their kisses, were almost enough to clean her neck if it would just stop bleeding from these invisible wounds. Sam's body was lost in this lustful haze, and it fell deaf to any of the commands his mind screamed for it to do. Rather, the words were conveyed through this woman's rose-red, velvety lips as her hand gently trailed up his back, and beneath his nest of hair ending its stretch on his upper neck.
"Sam. You are doing this, but I'm not the one you're making love to." she whispered gently in an unshaking voice, despite the fact her dress was sticking to her from all the blood that ran down.
"You know that I'm the only one that can bewitch you like this. Now wake up."
And indeed his brilliant brown eyes flared wide open, revealing yet another unfamiliar setting to him. The cool night air felt real against his perspiring skin, and so did the twisting pain of the blood flowing from the gnash in his neck that ended its rupture into his shoulder, with the woman's pocket knife in him. The woman. She was now pressed tightly to him, and lord only could imagine the surprised thoughts running through her mind at being held like this, nevermind the things that he was doing unconsciously beforehand. Sam then shoved her off and rolled backward, gently ushering the knife from its wound by the time he made it to his feet. Sam then took his shirt off and coiled it tightly around the crude gash in his flesh. Fortunately it wasn't too deep, so as long as it wasn't disturbed, the makeshift bandage would hold the bleeding. He then reclaimed his jacket and buttoned it up.
"My appologies miss, for knocking you down like that. But as I can imagine, it was you who put this knife in my shoulder. I'll be on my way, now." He said with unmatching eyes as Sam flipped the blade back inside the handle and tossed it to the side. He then turned to gaze around, taking in all the strange happenings around him.
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Nov 30, 2005 23:41:01 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Nov 30, 2005 23:41:01 GMT
So this is what it felt like to be dying; cold. Never in all his recalled days had he felt his body feel as the frost. Such an odd sensation; the blood that coursed through his veins chilled him where only a few minutes before hand; it had warmed him and allowed him to endure. This was his tartarus then; to be broken and beaten; his body wanting to give in and let out that last, shuddering breath that would melt away into paradise. But his mind was set in stone; it would not allow him to succumb to these wounds of the flesh. They would heal in time; all wounds do.
This numerous cuts, laceriations and other smals wounds on his body; they would heal. His nose; it would return but not for a long time indeed; as would his arms, for there still was the upper part and from that the lower parts could regrow. His organs; his interal bleeding; all those mortal hurts would be healed with the passing of every day. Yet there were two things that would not heal; not easily if they were to do so at all.
The stain of defeat; never before had he lost a fight on these grounds; in his home. To Fenrir; he had lost his honor; he could not even hold his own in his habitat. He had lost battles before; and he had survived those numerous stains; but this one would be different. How and in what sense; those questions had yet to be revealed to him; but there were more pressing matters on his hands. He was dying; the demoness didn't need to tell him, for he already knew that much.
But he did take note that the Demoness had stabbed herself with her own tail; and the marks around her neck began the healing process. So perhaps...but he would have to confront his wrongs later. Even if what he thought would not save him; he would deliver Miss Hayzie Roberts to his master. No matter what happened to him.
The next 5 minutes were the most agonizing of Fenrir's life. He had not forepaws to push himself up; so he used his hind paws to push himself backward into a tree. Blood oozed from all his wounds; his lack of lower arms leaving the most life fluid in that clearing. Even the blood of the demoness that he so hungrily consumed leaked out of his body; burning the ground that it touched. With every pace; an unearthly scream passed his lips as the wolf pushed himself closer to the tree. His body quivered and convulsed; his muzzle was covered in both his own blood and that of the leopard demoness. If this was to be the last actions of Fenris Fenrir; so be it.
As his back firmly pressed against the bark of the tree, he used what little energy he had to push himself upward and as he did so; silver-grey fur melted back into his body and with the cracking of multiple bones; the human had returned. And from where he stood; he glared daggers at the Demoness; she had commited more earthly hurts on his form than any. She had gotten off relatively lightly in his eyes. If these two were to meet again; two things would happen. He would guard his speech and she would make reperations for those carvings in his flesh that she had given him with such fervor and relish.
With one last glance at her, Fenris limped over to where he had left his prisoner and his child in her slumber. During his struggles to get to that spot; he did not cry out once; for his throat was now in pain and his own blood flowed from the scratches and wounds inflicted from his own bellowing. Once reaching her, Fenrir gently kicked her; the signal to awaken. 'Get up Miss Roberts; from here on out you will have to walk. If you try and talk to me; you will be met with silence or hostility. If you try to escape or lose me in these woods; then your life is forfeit. And if you cannot walk; then you will move yourself in what means neccessary. I will walk ahead of you at all times and I will not stop; if you are not close behind me when I reach the Graveyard; then you are dead Miss Roberts.'
With his warning issued, Fenrir slowly started his journey through the Forest; to the other side of it and the Graveyard. And woe, all the woe that this land had to offer, befall upon Hayzie if she was not behind him when he reached the Graveyard.
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Poison
Nov 30, 2005 23:55:11 GMT
Post by Hayzie on Nov 30, 2005 23:55:11 GMT
For the entire encounter, Hayzie had remained in slumber, completely silent to the world. The energy she had used whilst trying to escape Fenris earlier hadn't appeared to come back, and her eyes had continued to be curtained from the world.
Until she was awoken. "Five more minutes," she whispered, before opening her eyes a little, only to be met with a foggy darkness. Oh yes. Now she knew where she was, remembered what had happened. Fenris had met her in the Duelling Hall... and he had obviously carried her here. She had no wheelchair, and no want to boot. "Fantastic," she whispered, attempting to move her arm. However as she did so, a huge wave of pain filled her. Ah yes. He had also bitten her to add insult to injury. Listening in on his words, green eyes widened.
from here on out you will have to walk... And if you cannot walk; then you will move yourself in whatever means neccessary... if you are not close behind me when I reach the Graveyard; then you are dead, Miss Roberts.
She was meant to walk? He obviously was unaware of her situation despite the wheelchair, and even the tiny squeak that left her, aimed towards the man's retreating back, would not have been heard... but she still had to keep up. Death threats had been sent her way in masses before, but none of them had sounded as serious as the one Fenris had departed her with. "Now how to go about this," the blonde girl whispered to herself, looking quickly at her surroundings.
"Devani?" Hayzie squeaked, her face suddenly paler than it had been previously. The Gryffindor Prefect quickly knew she had to get out of the forest, and get out she would. Casting a glance at Fenris' fast retreating back, Hayz picked up some sturdy looking branches which she would be able to use to pull herself along. Not only had she found herself in the worst predicament imaginable, but she was also going to lose her dignity at the same time. Shaking her head gently, persuading herself not to try and leave to return to the castle, for he would only find her once more, Hayz managed to roll onto her stomach with some difficulty and begin to follow Fenris at a snail's pace, heading towards the Graveyard.
This was one journey she knew all too well, and the previous time she had a meeting there with Rikka, she had been closer to losing her life than she was at that moment in time. "Just another day in the life of Hayzie Marie Roberts," Hayzie whispered, pulling herself closer to the stick once more. Only a short journey remained... she hoped.
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