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Oct 2, 2005 10:33:57 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 2, 2005 10:33:57 GMT
Sealla actually wanted to stay in the Forest and with him of all creatures? Fenris Fenrir, the mad lycan, was the beast that she wanted to stay in the Forest with? It seemed all well and good but there was one little complication; what if he were to lose control? It happened from time to time and in his bouts of madness trees were splintered and saplings uprooted. Certain areas of the Forest bore the marks of Fenrir's madness but like all things do with time; the damaged areas of the Forest regrew. It wasn't that he didn't want Sealla stay; no beast that he had met as of yet in the Forest scared him, but he was scared of himself.
To let her stay with him and risk her against the numerous tides of his madness? Or to let her roam free in the Forest and occasional visit him while he was as sane as possible? Whatever choice that he picked; it seemed that this young woman would be staying in the Forbidden Forest after all. Just which choice would be the best? "If you wanted to stay with me", said Fenris, "You would have to deal with a terrible foe at the same time; my madness. I cannot control and there are bouts of it where I lose total control and do not remember anything that I have done. Or you could stay in the Forest on your own and you could visit me or vice versa."
"So what ever choice you pick, Sealla; it seems that you will have your wish. Welcome....to the Forbidden Forest."
ooc: Sorry about the last little sentence; I became all nostalgic and wanted to add a little bit of Steven Spielberg's Jurassic Park into the post. It is based off the line when John Hammond says, "Welcome; to Jurassic Park". And then some of the greatest music ever plays.
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Oct 2, 2005 10:44:48 GMT
Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Oct 2, 2005 10:44:48 GMT
Nothing, not one bit of his madness, could be any more harmful than that she had already experienced, was the first thought the woman had recieved in her private head. He was so gentle with her, as if she were to break like a muggle's porcelain doll if he were to touch her just once more. And the look in his eyes, those black abyss pools, it spelt her the same response towards him that she had. But how was she to know the difference, but to compare it to herself?
The hand on his gently gripped it, squeezing it with slight acknowledgement of his power. Her eyes stared up towards him, moving from the floor, longing. "It would not be as hurtful as anything I have experienced before. But you don't mind?" There was no real thought that assured her that he liked her, or wished for her to see him after this night, there had never been such an inkling. For who would want to be around her? Or know her?
"I would rather help you through those times, than be hidden behind the shade cloth of your less insane moments as to who you really are," her words were said very slowly, as if choosing them wisely after each syllable. The two Lycans she had really taken to were both from the forest; this said that they were a little more kind, to say the least, than others. Rikka and this Lycan. Of whom she didn't know the name yet.
What did he feel?
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Oct 2, 2005 11:05:31 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 2, 2005 11:05:31 GMT
As those entrancing pools of blue gazed into his hardened, black coals; Fenris couldn't help but feel his heart leap inside his chest. So she really did want to stay here after all; she wasn't pretending that she would stay here like he thought at first when she backed away from him. It seemed that if these two lycans were opposites ends of the spectrum; Sealla was afraid of others while Fenris feared himself and what he could do. They say that opposites attract or however that Human phrase went, but did it really matter? Fenris loved this girl like a father unto his daughter and more. How much more? Well; he would have to see what Sealla might think of it first then would he let fatherly love disappear and be replaced by a greater kind.
Leaning his head forward so that his forward rested on her's; Fenris said, "If you think that you can handle this; then you may stay with me, but a word of caution. As of now there are many things that could possible harm you; if professors at the schoool have found out where I dwell and find that you are attached to me in any way; they might try and apprehend you when I am not around. Also there are those from the Tunnels; once they hear that you have joined with me; I doubt that you will ever be welcomed there again. And then there is myself that you have to fear."
"For no living being has been able to escape unharmed from the madness and wrath of Fenris Fenrir; there are few that live but only because I allow them to or they are not part of my designs. In my wrath, I am always in my wolven form and the only thing that could even slow me down is a wizard. But they will not stand up to me in my madness; nothing does nor nothing will. That is why so many have turned away from me; that was why I was rejected from the Tunnels; betrayed by them. Because I am an abomination; a mistake; something that should never had happened. So I don't mind you staying here, but would you mind staying here with the likes of Fenris Fenrir? That is the question."
With his little monolauge finished, Fenris slowly stood and and stiffly walked over to lean against a mighty and aged oak. And there did he gaze on the Forest; wondering if Sealla would want to stay with such a beast as Fenris Fenrir. The child that no mother would ever truely love.
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Oct 2, 2005 11:16:10 GMT
Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Oct 2, 2005 11:16:10 GMT
How could she not stay? He was the one person, who's kin wasn't actually existant around him, who had not rejected her, along with Rikka, the Russian Lycan. She was truely welcome by him, and that she could see. Sealla was truely greateful for his kindness, and whatever else it was that shone through his onyx-like eyes. So he was a killer of mankind, big deal. It didn't matter at all to Sealla. "You're not the only one rejected by them... The tunnel Lycans." In flashes of her memory, rather than aloud, she told him of the time she went into Hogsmeade and killed off a man for a meal, and was disgraced by Xavier of the Tunnels.
"It didn't take much for me to be deterred from them." But that was all she said about the other pack. She didn't wish to go into any further depth about the subject. Oh, she wished and hoped that he wouldn't desert her like her own pack had done. Her love for him... was stronger than that of her family. She could live through his attacks, should they come. Because it was him, along with the side that she was currently conversing with.
With the deepest, most truthful gaze she could hand over to him, now walking back over to his position against the tree, she said "I want to stay with you, I want to show you; me. I want to be able to love you." Though she could have scared him off with her words then, they weren't rushed. But if he did so much as see it as rushing into things too quickly, she would back off. Do what he wanted. Simply, the woman's chin tilted towards his, and their lips met once again, but only briefly. Quickly. Lovingly.
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Oct 2, 2005 11:40:01 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 2, 2005 11:40:01 GMT
With a bark of laugher, Fenris said harshly, "The Tunnels have lost all sembelence of respect in my eyes. Only a few are worthy of my friendship and only those few will remain; never again shall I befriend one of the Tunnels. My mother, Cealla, she is one of those that remains a friend as does her sister and Rayne. But other than that; the rest are not worthy of redemption. They left me there to roll in my pain when my mother turned me. They hurt me as I was unable to defend myself! They will never be redeemed in my eyes; they are just a pack of rats that dwell under the ground, even at best....."
But Fenris wasn't able to finish his outburst of rage against the Tunnels for Sealla had walked up to him and kissed him only briefly but it stole the fire of his fury. Stange wonders that a simple kiss could do; that even when nothing else could truely calm Fenris save kindness. And now it seemed that love and also taken it's role in his life. Well that changed many things; he wouldn't have to be as reckless as he once might have been on those errands of his Master (for the moment). Now that Sealla showed the depth of her love for him, Fenris was no longer afraid to show her his.
Scooping up the smaller woman in his arms, Fenris nearly crushed her in a hug and smothered her with a kiss. Setting her down afterwards, he smiled and for the first time in his entire life; Fenris laughed. Not a maniacal laugh, but a true one when the person who laughed experiences true joy. Once his laugh subsided Fenrir said with a grin plastered on his face (which never was seen before in this world), "As do I my dear; as do I."
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Oct 2, 2005 11:53:21 GMT
Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Oct 2, 2005 11:53:21 GMT
The woman could have laughed, but she wanted to bottle it all up and never release such happiness. He'd accepted her. He wanted her. He wished for her to stay, or so it was seemingly showing. The joy built up like a massive balloon inside her chest that was about to burst, but there was no way she would let it. Should she do so, he'd be smothered. And no doubt that was something he didn't exactly want right now. A truely happy smile curved the corner of her lips skyward as she wrapped his shoulders (once again) with her arms.
Happiness. Something she hadn't felt in a very long time. And with the happiness, it replaced the fear. She was not exactly protected, not willing to make that assumption, but she was sure that her pack wouldn't come into the forest. Wouldn't brave the dangers like she had done twice now, and would do so for many more nights. Fenris, powerful name matching the Lycan, twirled her world around, from watching her back to watching him.
Am I dreaming? I must be. I feel like I'm walking on the moon! And with those thoughts, never would any other mind words be hidden from him, the woman relaxed her upper half and let her head fall backward toward the right, and swung her body to the left, still resting in his loving grasp, all the while laughing with joy. And probably for the first time, true happiness burst into the night air from Fenris and Sealla.
Letting her laughter subside, the woman smiled simply and said, "If love were a hue of blue, you'd be my deepest blue."
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Oct 2, 2005 12:14:07 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 2, 2005 12:14:07 GMT
Could words even describe how he felt as of now? They could try and summarize some of what had just taken place, but never would they reach the majesty of the feelings that built up inside Fenris. Feelings that before now had been dead to the lycan. Here was someone who loved him; here was someone who was like him in almost every way? Could this even be possible for Fenris Fenrir to feel this way? Fate seemed to think so for Fenris felt like if he didn't let all of his joy out he would explode with happiness. With a playful wink, Fenrir turned from man to wolf and soon the silver-grey lycan tackled Sealla and playfully licked at her face.
Fenris was acting more like a young school boy than ever; he was so happy that he resorted to means that seemed rather childish if he were to look back on them. But did it really matter that much if he acted this way? Sealla didn't seem to mind at all when he first scooped her up, so hopefully she wouldn't mind this. Putting an end to his licking, Fenris jumped off of the woman and said in the depths of her mind, 'Catch me if you can!'
And with that he was off; into the Forest while looking over his shoulder every now and then to see if Sealla was following him.
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Oct 2, 2005 12:25:39 GMT
Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Oct 2, 2005 12:25:39 GMT
All of it seemed to have happened in a blur, the last hour or two. Passed by like a tornado, but left behind such a different scene. In this case, an amazingly happy scene. The second he changed, he knocked her onto her back beside the tree (thankfully, she'd missed it) and slipped a string of her stop off her shoulder. Upon replacing it where it was supposed to be, Fenris had begun to lick her uncontrollably. He was acting like her brothers did when they were extremely happy. Was he just as happy as she was?
Of course!
Once he had leapt of her, before he had ushered her to chase him, her body twisted into very uncomfortable-looking positions, her fur absorbing her clothes and skin as if she had never had it before. Bones cracked and muscles stretched, but it was nothing new. And now, for once, she wasn't truely caring about the hideous scars that lined her frame, nor her torn left ear that focused as to where he had zipped off to.
Her fur, or what was left of it, bounced like a winter coat, because that was what it was. Something she'd never shed. She bounded through and behind trees, following the tail and scent of her new-found obsession. For long minutes she raced, chasing the laughing voice of the childlike Fenris. How could he become such a mindless beast when she knew his better half?
After a long half hour of pelting through the forest's trees, which seemed to go on for ever, she stopped to pant, letting her tongue loll from her jaws as she scanned the area. It was as if he had disappeared from sight and smell. But no, he would be around somewhere, watching, waiting either to pounce or to run again.
So much FUN!
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Oct 2, 2005 12:49:15 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 2, 2005 12:49:15 GMT
So this was what it was like to be in love; to run about wild and free with only the person that mattered on one’s mind. Such exuberance filled the body of Fenris as he gallivanted off through the Forest with the energy of a child. So this is also what it felt like to be young as well; he never truly felt this way before. He experienced the same feelings whenever he sunk his teeth into warm and tender of humans, but when he was with Sealla this feeling was beyond compare.
But now he stopped for a moment and listened to see if she was still following him. When it was clear that she wasn’t, Fenris sniffed the air and quickly pin-pointed the spot where her scent said that she ought to be. Panting as he ran toward the woman; so many thoughts ran through his mind that Fenrir’s head hurt just from thinking about them all. But now was not the time for thinking, for he now sighted his love and charged full speed ahead.
With a playful bark, Fenris tackled Sealla once more and bark with joy as he wrestled with her on the forest floor. ‘Come Sealla; surely you mustn‘t let my size deter you from fighting back!’, came Fenris’ thoughts into her mind. Teasingly Fenris nipped her torn ear and jumped off of her where he rolled on the ground like a pup; with his tongue lolling.
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Oct 4, 2005 8:30:15 GMT
Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Oct 4, 2005 8:30:15 GMT
Before she could have done anything, thought, smelt, tasted, seen, she had been knocked to the ground, laying on her back with her paws upright, resting at the wrist joint. However, she knew who it was as soon as it happened, thus didn't see the need to reply with a warning growl. Had it been anyone else, she'd be latched onto their throat.
Though he was quite large for a Lycan, especially in his wolven form, it wasn't much to deter her. In her mind, she giggled almost aloud from her ear feeling tickling sensations from his biting. But it stopped suddenly as he leapt off her, and rolled onto the ground, positioned in the same way she was only seconds before. With a quick twist of her body, the mottled she-wolf bounded straight at him.
Before he could have escaped, she was standing over him, dispite his larger size than herself, licking his face quickly. Should he move to get up, she wasn't obstructing him.
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Oct 5, 2005 23:34:48 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 5, 2005 23:34:48 GMT
As Sealla pounced on him and licked his face, Fenris' mind started screaming for joy. Such a person that he had come across today, had he not paused in his actions from before; he may never have met Sealla in life and left to wonder this Forest as a being-posessed. But now that she had entered the woods, all that had changed. Perhaps Fenris would be able to live a normal life after all; one that was hidden from those prying eyes of the School and those that sought him out. With Sealla; his last threads of sanity would be preserved and for that his love for this woman grew.
As she lightly jumped off of him as quickly as she had pounced on, Fenris let out a sigh and slowly the body started to shrink and soon the silver-grey fur sunk back into his body. So Fenris Fenrir lay on the ground; as a human but none the less an imposing one for those that knew him not. But with a smile, he made his way over to Sealla and knelt besides her; scratching her behind the ears. Such a beautiful creature she was; in either form she choose she still continued to amaze him. Such a rare find; such a perfect match, yet it seemed like it was too surreal. That something would come between them and Fate would sit back and laugh.
But that day was not today nor would Fenrir idly sit back and let such a thing happy. But his thoughts turned to the lycaness again. Smiling happily, he continued to stroke her ears and enjoying the quiet of the wood.
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Oct 5, 2005 23:44:48 GMT
Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Oct 5, 2005 23:44:48 GMT
Gods, she felt so safe with him. He didn't have to protect her, but she felt protected by him, by his love. Nothing could get to her, as it was with him. She would look after him, since he had taken up her offer of joining in to his life. Oh, she was happy. Happy as ever. And for that, she probably could never repay him. No one had taken away the fear like he did. And though he studied her form and scars, it wasn't the same as others taking a look. They seemed to question it, and feel sorry for her.
Fenris probably did feel sorry for her, but didn't show it. Instead, he showered her with interest, an interest she had never felt before. The she-wolf forced a grin over her muzzle, which would have been a funny sight, as he scratched her behind her ears, taking no notice of her torn one. Sealla, enticed by the feeling, looked like a domesticated dog, leaning into his hand, implying for more. His touch was so gentle.
She would never find someone like him again, nor would she search.
Finally, after a bit of time, she spoke up through telepathy, You're amazing quite soundly to Fenris. How could he be such a mindless beast? She couldn't believe his words, but she knew they were true. But she couldn't imagine him, the gentle giant with her, to do such powerful things. However, it wouldn't have surprised her if she was to join in on his antics and action.
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Oct 13, 2005 11:25:31 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 13, 2005 11:25:31 GMT
"If I am amazing Sealla; then you are ten times greater than whatever I am.", said Fenris, "For never have I met a person like you before; in all the wilds of the world, what were the chances that two people like ourselves would ever meet like this? Probably so great that they would dumbfound that mathematicians of old and perhaps even those of today, but what do odds matter to us? We have met; we have found something that we have never found before, and the greatest thing of them all is that you are happy. I can see nothing more amazing than that."
Fenris' words died in his mouth as he continued to scratch Sealla behind the ears and the lycan breathed in the aroma that the Forest gave off and was contented. He was with his two greatest loves in the world; the Forest and Sealla. What made it better was that he was a peace; a sensation that Fenris rarely felt but treasured every moment of it. His tortured soul would never allow him a moment's rest, but together it seemed that the Forest and Sealla overpowered the will of his soul and lulled him off into a peaceful bliss. One that no mortal would ever wish to leave, but in the end would perish into nothingness for they did not last a lifetime.
Yet perhaps the aroma of the Forest was too much this day; for Fenrir's black eyes started to flicker and his eyelids began to slowly fall. The rise and fall of his chest slowed and with moments; Fenris was on the verge of sleep. And yet even as he continued to drift further off; his hand continued to stroke Sealla's winter coat. Yet it was not to last for Fenris, for sleep finally did consume the lycan and his hand rested on Sealla's head, yet there was something on Fenris' face that did not make sense unless you were Fenris Fenrir. He smiled in his sleep for his last thoughts were that this was to be his first peaceful sleep in his lycan life.
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Oct 16, 2005 0:22:07 GMT
Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Oct 16, 2005 0:22:07 GMT
She would look after him. Take care of him as much as she could, and probably more. Because she owed him that much, if not any more, for revealing himself to her, and for supporting her. She felt so alive and welcomed with him around, and no doubt it would stay like that. Oh how the times would change. More and more the she-wolf pressed against his hand, degrading herself to appear as a beaten domestic wolf.
Yes. She would live here. This would be her new home, for as long as she was welcome, in the Forbidden Forest, alongside Fenris. But something caught her closed eyes. Slowly she opened them to stare at Fenris', who were shut to the world into a deep sleep. Seala knew, though, should anything happen with her, say she got uncomfortable or worse, he would wake in an instant. But it wasn't something she knew consciously. The knowledge dwelled deep within her little heart, revealing itself to her mind.
Slowly her mottled fur melted back, leaving her slightly bare, to say the least. Though it wasn't her intention, the woman shrugged. The only thing she feared him seeing, was the scars that mutilated her body. They cascaded around her waist, her back, her thighs, the back of her neck and her ear. Fenris had been kneeling as he petted her, so the woman silently curled up into a ball under his shoulders and arms, like a dog using gravity to have his owner's hand slide down his back.
Sealla breathed a sigh, Fenris's form rising and falling with it.
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Oct 16, 2005 1:14:53 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 16, 2005 1:14:53 GMT
Fenris' blissful realm of dreams slowly melt back as sudden warmth enveloped his form and his black eyes lazily opened from their slumber. And a sight that he wasn't expecting greeted his waking eyes when he saw Sealla curled up under his form. He still thought that she was going to be in her canine form, yet it seemed that she tired of it and changed. And as with most changes; the clothing didn't stay with her and this left her...rather revealed. But the same thing happened to Fenris as well most of the time when he transformed back into a human so he didn't mind the sight.
Yet what did catch his eye was how the scars stood out even more on her skin in this form than they did in the other. Such pain most have come with those scars; both physically and emotionally, but the way that Sealla had curled up under him showed him her contentment and with that he was glad. Despite these scars, Sealla could be compared to the Gods of old; those that were praised by Virgil and Homer in the epics and those that drowned out mere mortals in their divine light. This was how Sealla drowned out Fenris; she achieved a form of beauty that he would never reach; and those scars helped in making her beautiful than any of the clothes in Arabia.
She was his Goddess; he was her worshipper. Her skin radiated a color that he had never seen before, and for a time; he was enthralled by the beauty of Sealla. Of his love. She was simply too much; and to think that she had chosen Fenris to be the one. Well; all Goddesses had their reasons, and it never was in the mortal's place to question the Will of the Gods.
So with a loving smile, Fenris' hand rested lightly on Sealla's shoulder and he leaned forward slightly; kissing her on the head. 'Well Sealla, Lady whose looks put Homer's descriptions of Helen, Hera and Aphordite to shame; how are you now? Are you contented?'
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