The Evening Dew

[Fate]

(Invite only)
The forest was quieting down as the diurnal animals got ready for bed and the nocturnal animals awoke. The chipmunks raced across the ground heading for their tree trunk homes. The evening wind blew calmly threw the tree branches pulling the dead leaves to their final resting place. The sound of the crickets chirping in the ever growing night. The damp coldness in the air that came with the coming of twilight and the on coming night. The birds shivered to remove the drops of evening dew from their feathers before tucking their heads away for their evening slumber.

The sounds of foot steps disturbed this routine of the forest as it came slowly threw the forest. The cause of these foot steps was easily seen as he toke gentle steps threw the dead leaves that seemed to be compiling on the forest floor. The boy appeared to be seventeen or a little older judging by his height and weight. He moved with a slight ease as if he where a hunter himself but nothing compared to the hunters that called this forest home. He had heard the rumors of the pack of Lycans that lived in this forest and of the Demons that called these trees home. He was trying to step lightly over the fallen twigs his legs aching at how slow he was trying to move and how tense the muscles where before resting on the forest floor.

His hands trembled as it slide into his cloak pocket to withdraw his wand. He was not sure if magic could stop an attack and truthfully he doubted his own magic abilities. Thoughts of how his mother would be if he died here being so stupid, going after something so dangerous as a rare ingredient in the depths of the Forbidden Forest. He could almost see his mother crying as she had at his father's death. He stopped in mid step bring his foot down carelessly on a twig his eyes nor his face showing any sign of hearing the sound of the twig snapping and echoing off threw the leaves. He looked down at his chest and lifted a necklace from under his shirt, it had been his fathers and thinking of his father always caused something to stir something angry, angry at how the medical wizards could not cure him at how weak he had been himself for not being able to help. He calmed himself once again as he had a hundred times sense that day quelling the anger inside of him.

He looked ahead of him scanning the distance before looking around him and behind him for any signs of movement. He felt fear and anger with himself at this moment, how could he have been so careless as to step on that twig. He moved slowly again his muscles tensing as he toke slow steps. He gave a silent wish that no one had heard it, and if they had that they would think it a deer or a chipmunk. As if on cue a chipmunk and its mate raced across the ground turning up leaves and snapping small twigs. Fate closed his eyes at that instant and cursed whatever god was listening for hating him so much.

Fate looked around as he had before but this time with a new purpose. He was looking for a special little flower that was rare enough to be worth quiet a lot of galleons but he didn't want to sell it he wanted to use it to create a potion he had seen in the library book 'The Secret Art of Potions'. The potion was not important at the moment but surviving and getting the ingredient. He didn't see what he was looking for just yet but he was sure it was in here and he would not give up till that little flower was in his pocket and he was safely back in the Slytherin Common Room. He let out a ragged slow breath to gather his nerves up again to continue onward toward his goal.

OOC: Please forgive my post for any flaws in it

[Chailyn (away)]

"Little boys should be home and safe at such an hour." A simple statement, yet one which carried so many implications. The words alone carried the suggestion of ill wishes, but the tone that bore them to the ears of the youth was far more sinister. Cold amusement laced with malice twisted the words into what left no doubt as to the intended malevolence of the enquiry.

In the wake of the pronouncement, a woman emerged from the shadows in front of him, her shabby attire making a striking contrast to her stunning appearance. Her black tressed fell in wild, lose curls a good half way down her spine, framing a face that boasted high-cheekbones, ruddy lips and large, bright eyes of a deep yellow, all set against skin of sepia-gold. Something in her stance, it was difficult to pinpoint what, denoted a level of power that demanded respect. Perhaps it was the lofty tilt of her defined chin, or even the untailored grace demonstrated in her lean physique? What ever the reason, it was plain, through the sheer level of self-assurance that seemed to drip from the woman, that she was well aware of all this.

"Pray tell me," the woman began, "what brings you to this place, causing you to come and traipse through my forest with such vocal audacity?" She arched one dark brow in enquiry. A challenge. Pretty eloquence, leaving no doubt of the intended message. What the hell are you doing in here, you foolish child? But no, Chailyn liked to play with her prey. Especially when they were young men. There was little that brought greater entertainment than playing the slow game of tormenting a victim. Some would label it 'brute sadism,' but to the Lycan Elder, it was a form of art to be honed, cultivated.

Noting the scent of apprehension that besieged her acute sense of smell, the faint smile that had played around her lips grew wider, just wide enough to display long canine fangs, glistening like newly harvested pearls in the growing dimness. "I trust that you have an excellent rationale for putting your own life in jeopardy," she whispered. Despite the lack in volume, each word carried its self across the stretch of ground between them with ease, the cruelty infused in each enough to make a grown man shake in fear.

Humans. She loathed them with a bloody passion. To Chailyn, the human race was the rapist of the natural world, the murderer of all biological wonder. Perhaps this did not excuse the brutality that she displayed to all trespassers, but after all, it was an unfair world. Who said the commandment, 'An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,’ had to be strictly obeyed? The leader of the Forest Lycans had never set much store by playing by the book, and today was certainly no new beginning.

[Fate]

"Little boys should be home and safe at such an hour."
Those words alone caused a chill to run down his spine and a cold sweat to break from his brow. He had feared someone might hear him and hear him they had. He slowly turned to look at Chailyn her very appearance seemed in contrast to itself, a beautiful women dressed in rags. But there was that sense of strength again the same sense he had gotten at the lake. The raw pure strength of this women could kill him in a instant yet she didn't and he only grasp at what it could mean. Was she planning on playing Cat and Mouse with him and if so he needed no word on his part she had him by the tail already.

He pushed down the lump that was building in his throat as the fear first gripped him. Her cold and awful tone truly made him wish he were safely back home. "I.." He started but only small sounds escaped his throat at first. "I.." He started again swallowing and trying to calm himself. "I came looking for a flower." He said only seconds later realizing the stupidity of the statement "A flower I needed for a potion." he added after a moment.

The women mear presence was enough to make Fate doubt every move he made worse then before. "I am sorry I entered your home without permission." He said stupidly but it was the only idea he had. "I came only for the flower, I meant no harm to you.". The second he spoke he regretted the words he had chosen, why the hell would he say something that stupid. "Not that I could..that is hurt you I mean." He was making matters worse and he knew it and had his life not been in mortal danger he would have found the whole situation hysterical. "I guess my reason was lame." he said softly more to himself then her.

The very essence of anger and loathing seemed to being emanating from her. The look in her eyes told him he was likely to die this night. The cruelty in her voice scared him slightly but something seemed to draw his gaze to her. She was beautiful there was no doubt in that. She had to be like Rogue the very strength she seemed to emanate from her simple stance told him of her inhuman nature. The wand in his hand seemed to stay forgotten by the boy who welded it.