Operea
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Post by Operea on Nov 14, 2005 21:02:06 GMT
The Forbidden Forest always seemed such a gloomy place.. Beasts roamed this area, calling it their home, finding comfort in the damp wildlands. At times, a student might find the bravery to pay these creatures a visit, though those who survived their trespassing left with a horror story to spook their friends and the new-year's freshman classmates and a nightmare to remember. Today, however, though the banned territory was a hostile, dim-lit environment, rays of the ever-enlightening sun pierced through the shielding boughs abouve.
Little by little, organisms of all different sorts began to emerge into the now gorgeous forest, some prancing and playing with each other, others merely sitting back and relaxing, nibbling greens, or feeding in some other peaceful way. All-in-all, everyone seemed glad to have a bright day within their woodlands, as this was a rare happening, and all wished to participate and enjoy. There were those few monstrosities, however, who despised sunlight, thus seeking shelter within the Forbidden Forest, as most of the forest's population was nocturnal.
Enormous, curved-talon claws clicked and clacked against hard stone, and into the day drew an intricate beast, the only one of its kind to seek refuge within the Forbidden Forest - especially so close to the school grounds. He was escaping from his den of earthly stone - a roomy, natural cave that he proudly dubbed his home. Only recently moving into the den, the creature knew nothing of how he would be accepted into the wildlands, and he cared naught - this was where he chose to live, and those who disliked it would simply have to accept it, otherwise risk their hides to argue with on his decision.
The unusual thing was a dragon condemned to the name of Operea, a ferocious male, confident and fearless of those who dared to threaten him in any way. His scaly hide was dyed a deep indigo, slashed with obnoxious markings of pure bleach-white in various areas, and his occuli, hard and cold from so many years of hatred, were coloured bright lime-green with little flecks of fern. Another notable trait besides his colours, three sets of horns lay atop his head within the silken mane that grew down his neck, proving that he was of an exotic breed. Dragons were known to be violent, and Operea was no exception - with a reputation in faraway lands for murderous habits, his file contained nothing but logs and records of wizard and muggle deaths alike. This was a killer, and had he been tamed whilst young, such tragedies might have been avoided, however hard hands raised him, forced him, abused and neglected and beat him; he had been a slave to the furless, vulnerable flesh-hide two-leggeds. Now, a vow had been set within the bipedal dragon's mind that he would never again accept the friendship of anything with muggle or wizard traits. And now, here he was, long ears swiveling here and there upon his head, waiting for anything - or anyone - to discover him, for he was the 'new kid on the block'.
An almost automatic stretch of the drake's leathery wings was given, and not soon after the appendages had again snapped back against his spine, he began to stretch his other joints, crooning at the familiar feeling of releasing tension and refreshing his body. None had decided to approach him yet, and his nostrils flared as he almost curiously attempted to scent any presence. With a grunt of delight, Operea found a creature, or perhaps even two, coming his way - food, for sure!
"You who dares to enter my share of this forest, show yourself!" He bellowed in an accented tongue that seemed tinted slightly german, the tone a deep tenor which rumbled his larnyx and grew from somewhere deep within his strong chest. The grand male's muscle-on-muscle, toned body raised high on his hind legs, pulling him up to his full height of nearly nine-and-a-half feet tall, swan-like neck straining in hopes to spot that which invaded his territory. Whipcord tail, with a flare of feather-like fur along the tip, thrashed here and there - obviously, Operea was growing agitated, and would not allow benevolence to take his heart should the creature(s) choose to step into the light of day.
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Post by Teagan on Nov 16, 2005 0:19:04 GMT
OOC: Sorry; this post isn't too great because I've had a lot of interruptions while I was writing it.
IC: The Ravenclaw Prefect impatiently slid her left hand over her gentle chin, over the smooth curve of her cheeks, and settled it over her left eye in a rather frustrated position. Some of her iris and pupil quietly peeked out between the elongated fingers that impatiently extended onto her forehead. As her head rested, she gazed at the paper in front of her with an extremely annoyed expression glittering with the desire to simply burn the sheet, and avoid what she was doing. She had easily finished her small amount of homework long before, but this wasn't homework; it was something she really did not want to discuss or deal with. Not at all. She hated having their problems given to her...
After a moment, the Ravenclaw quickly hid the paper from view by hiding it by stuffing it under some other items of hers; she wouldn't want the other members of her house finding it, now would she? The Prefect, Teagan, held a few secrets of her own, even compared to all of the other members of her house. Secrets were actually quite common in Ravenclaw; they were known to hold more "tragedy" students than the others, but their house definitely had its eccentric moments. One such example would be the few minutes before she had wisely chosen to ban a few students from coffee due to excessive hyperness; students jumping around the room had not been a pleasant sight for Teagan that night.
She agitatedly, but quietly, stepped out of her dorm room and walked down the stairs. Perhaps the other students would actually stay out of trouble? Or throw a crazed party? As long as she didn't get in trouble for it, their Prefect didn't really care. As she walked, she carefully avoided the other Ravenclaw's views, and passed out of behind the knight. If you acted determined and focused on your destination, then the other people are more likely to leave you alone; this was proving to be truthful.
Where was she going? No where in particular..., she calmly answered her undirected thought. Soon, she found herself going down the entrance hall's stairs, and into the outside, on the school grounds. She merely glanced at the chilling area before unpurposely walking in a few directions... How boring it was. Occasionally, Teagan could remain patient waiting for her goal, but, temporarily, she was wandering without a destination in sight. What was there to do? If she went back to her dorm, then her conscious would remind her of that stressful paper she had to deal with. That paper... Why weren't these things organized ahead of time? Why did she have to send and retrieve owls to deal with them when the workers got a little mixed up? A small sigh drifted through her soft lips.
Suddenly, something quite loudly yelled, "You who dares to enter my share of this forest, show yourself!" The voice had come from within the Forbidden Forest, but who exactly was it yelling at? Me? Teagan questioned. Technically, she wasn't inside the forest; just very, very close to its edge. The girl was surprised that she had become so near to a place she tried to veer away from. Well, for the most part, anyway. The Ravenclaw to a few steady and chosen steps away from the wood, and her long, silky red hair softly drifted in front of her with the movement. Her red irises were greatly dabbed with violet particles were also tinted with intensifying curiosity, one of the few feelings she was not detached from.
As were most Ravenclaw students, their Prefect was curious, but had enough common sense to know to keep friendly with the forest creatures. Generally, the only way for them not to kill, torture, eat, bite, or do anything else they could think of to you was to just keep out of their forest. Usually, she stayed away, but something was different this time. Insatiable curiosity pulled, plucked, and bit at her, but.... she really had no intention of giving into her curiosity, yet.
In the forest, something dangerous and powerful was waiting, as many could surely sense. The little ebb emanating through the trees of its strength was one of the things beckoning to her curiosity so greatly. What was it? Should she call to it, or just wait and she what was to happen? Some movement among the branches and bushes of the forest had been seen, but that could've been caused by even small rodents. Eventually, Teagan chose to be patient with this, and quietly wait a few feet from the forest's edge.
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Operea
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Post by Operea on Nov 21, 2005 22:58:16 GMT
[You know, people are actually welcome to join this thread.. I won't bite.. hard.]
Ah, a vile beast was he! Operea's lime eyes wisely surveyed the environment with absolute precision, finding only birds and the occasional woodland rodent scurrying about. The sound, he concluded, certainly couldn't have come from one of them, meaning that the host of the noise was.. not even within the boundaries of the Forbidden Forest.. Which then meant that he had wasted his breath on a mindless fool who had yet to enter 'his' territory. Damn.
With a bass grumble, the bleach-and-navy drake pulled a foreleg in front of him, proceeding to waste his energy to actually walk to the edge of the Forest, natural curiosity urging his colossal body forwards. Heavy steps nearly rumbled the ground as the great male moved over the land, eventually halting at the edge edge of the wildlands. Carefully, Operea thrust his cruel head out of the brush that practically created a wall that sealed off the Forbidden Forest from the rest of the grounds.
What he saw before him almost startled him - a witch or a muggle? Both scents hovered over Teagan, for she came from within the school, teeming with muggles and wizards alike. The result? Operea was unable to tell which breed this femme was.. Though a natural witch's magic brewed the air around her, he could never be too certain with the many scents covering her own - a frustrating problem.
After a brief inspection, the grand beast straightened, though his harsh, unforgiving orbs remained locked upon the prefect - what was such a frail-looking student doing so close to banned lands? Finally, after what seemed an everlasting stare-down, the hard-scaled dragon's head pulled farther out of the Forbidden Forest border, lowering down to Teagan's eye-level.
"... What." He merely stated, a puff of coal-black smoke engulfing the girl's face as he spoke. "Move your rump into this boundary and you will have no consent over my actions.. Dead in my jaws shall you find yourself, yesss.." His words were whispy, intimidating, mysterious - all at the same time. However, the odd tone that seemed woven somewhere within his voice clearly stated that this dragon hardly dared to lie. "So, then, just step a bit closer, dearling, so that I might have myself a bite!" Indigo and bleach scales shimmered in the blazing shots of sunrays as a choppy ocean's surface, dazzling and alluring.. The sort of thing that a student of magic would be fascinated with, would wish to touch, explore. If only he could lure Teagan into the forest somehow.. his tail swayed in a seemingly frustrated manner as the drake beckoned, two feet's worth of jet-black, forked tongue escaping his maw so that he might taste the air once more whilst strands of smoke climbed from his nostrils - a true bother to an impatient creature, waiting.
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Post by Teagan on Nov 23, 2005 22:31:57 GMT
Slow and steady thumps gently echoed through the forest in an aggravated motion toward Teagan. Slender twigs and branches were wiggled with the vibrations. Grass and other chlorophyll filled things also moved slightly with the waves. Apparently, the creature that had yelled was big enough to make that kind of voice without the use of magic.
Soon, a handsome head peaked out, and wasn't any where near to a human in structure. Yet, he could most definitely speak English. The dragon was smoothly graced with blue and white, but wasn't appearing to be very settle when it came to visitors. There were also faint marks from where the human could see faintly caressing his scales and flesh; still, they didn't appear to be made by one of his kind. If another dragon had been the one to make them, the scars would probably be much more noticeable than the small lines there.
After sniffing the half-blood girl, the dragon seemed to be a little confused. Of course, that didn't matter much when he could easily serve you as a dinner appetizer for his next two minute snack. After all, Teagan probably wouldn't have a chance against him if they were to fight, which they hopefully wouldn't end up doing; that would be bad for the fourth year student. She wasn't feeling like visiting the hospital wing, not that she'd be able to make it there if a ruckus occured...
Next, the powerful creature of the forbidden forest adjusted himself, but his dominating eyes continued to remain with the half-blood's studying, contrasting rosette ones. After a few silent minutes, the dragon spat smoke and a warning at the girl. Teagan remained calm, but didn't breathe for most of the dragon's speech; the haze was rather unpleasant. "... What. Move your rump into this boundary and you will have no consent over my actions.. Dead in my jaws shall you find yourself, yesss.. So, then, just step a bit closer, dearling, so that I might have myself a bite!"
Hungry much? mocked the Ravenclaw's more secretive thoughts. For the most of it, she remained unwavering during the threat, but she forced herself to have attentive focus, listening to the intriguing voice through the smoke. Basically, he was telling her scram or be his rather untastely meal for the evening. The Ravenclaw Prefect's blood and compounds were different than most humans, and it was unlikely that she or any other member of the pure-blood side of her family would taste too scrumptious because of it. Though, that still didn't heighten her chances for life in a fight by much.
The dragon's scales had begun to catch and reflect the rays of light along with glimmering to extremities. The glare was very enchanting to look at, but Teagan had made note long ago to avoid anything as sparkly as that; other than the simple fact that they were sparkly, the Prefect also kept distance with the shining objects because they usually were for a not-to-friendly or a far-too-friendly cause. In other words, glittering things were to be avoided.
Thus, the half-blood witch took seven carefully measured steps away from the wooden border and then she calmly moved off to the side. She had no intention of nearing the woods much more, but she was indeed a Ravenclaw; a Ravenclaw who has sense balanced out with curiosity. At least, she wouldn't be bitten in half at this range. She could possibly be burnt, but this position was less appealing.
"That's alright," came the human's soft voice. "I think your meal is deserving of someone much more satiable than a human as low as I."
OOC: People out there should feel free forcefully make Teagan less avoidant, if they were to join in this thread.
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Post by Dante on Nov 28, 2005 1:39:23 GMT
OOC: Sorry if this isn't any good, I haven't RPed in somewhere close to 3-4 months *I have to say this because I'm still me - Blue dragons breather electron clouds (Lightning), not fire and I believe White dragons breathe something along the lines of ice. (Don't quote me on that.) Ignore this if you would like, but I just felt the need to say something because I over-analyze just about everything and end up annoying myself and others around me* IC: It was too bright for the living shadow's tastes. The warmth of the sunlight was not something that was enjoyed even the slightest bit for it's liking. Deep, dark, and dank. The shadow was a hermit in its own right, it had lived in almost total solitude under a rock for the past year. The silence had allowed for large portions of meditation and study. It decided to brush up on dead languages but hadn't had much luck with deciphering Sanskrit and couldn't remember much of the Draconian that it could find translations to. It was all time well wasted in a sense. A deep growl echoed throughout the forest sending birds and other minuscule sentient beings scurrying for their lives. The sound had snapped a living shadow out of its meditation in an instant and had its full attention. The bit of Draconian that it heard was slowly being translated into something that the shadow had heard within the last ten years of its life. Slowly but surely the being got confused and gave up on translating. It decided on a simpler task, seek out the being and then proceed depending on what it found. Most sensible living creatures would do similar to the small animals at the occurrence of a large growl. Fortunately, or not, for Dante he wasn't all too sensible and wasn't exactly living anymore. He took a moment to throw on his cloak under his other garb. Large black pants adorned with almost obsessive amounts of chains and other various metallic bits flowed around his legs with a loose, sleeveless, black shirt to cover his chest and all of which covered his cloak. The only parts of his cloak that were showing were the sleeves and the hood. Heavy black metal gauntlets veiled his hands from view. The only parts of Dante that even remotely showed were his pure white eyes. A ghastly visage was what the clothing covered from those who might see his form before death, none had even seen him in more than six months. He was sometimes mentioned as a ghost story to frighten the young students who even gave though to entering the forest. To say the least, he had never been all too social since his change. His eyes flew side to side but then shot to the direction of the dragon's footsteps. Dante hesitated for only the smallest increment of time then flung himself toward the source of the sound. Each step threw him closer and further from the source quicker than the rare winds that ever passed into his domain. One on the ground, then one onto the trunk of a tree, one through a tree, another onto a branch, one still higher, yet another propelled him higher and ever nearer. In the canopy was where Dante stopped and hung inverted on a branch to see something that he had not even once viewed in his seventeen years. A dragon, none the less a blue dragon. Curiosity flowed through Dante's almost dormant veins as he watched the dragon that was a hundred feet directly below. In the ancient tongue of Draconian Dante called out something to the effects of "What you do here?". He didn't know the language very well and hoped that the drake knew another language. Dante hadn't yet noticed Teagan, as a matter of fact he hardly noticed that he was at the edge of the forest. His perception of his where-abouts had been dulled slightly from his days on end of meditation.
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Operea
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Post by Operea on Nov 29, 2005 22:24:02 GMT
Ooc: [Actually, it's the breed of dragon that determines what he breathes, not the colour. (: We can debate about this in full detail through PMs if you'd like, Dante. I'm quite positive on my draconian knowledge. -Wink- By the way, thanks for joining the thread; people here won't join, Teagan says, because they think I'm weird. Pff, get over it, everyone, really..]
Operea's ears swiveled towards Teagan as she spoke - ah, so she was a human, eh? Humans, in the dragon's opinion, were indeed less tasteful than witches or wizards due to their lack of natural magic, though muggles were still a form of food to dragons nowadays as their supplies were being cut short by hunters and spell-protected sanctuaries. It would only be the rest of the world's fault should the beast decide to consume the female student - after all, he cared not for the rabbits and birds that he was dubbed free to feast upon.
Another almost eternal, hard stare was served to Teagan before the strangely-marked drake made a startling action; a single forepaw pulled up off of the ground, drifted forward ever-so-slowly, and landed heavily upon the perfect turf of the school grounds. This would pose as a severe problem - a dragon was making its way out of the Forbidden Forest, breaking one of the most codes of the school, for beasties from the Forest were not, ever, for any reason, allowed out of the gloomy woodlands.
A second step was taken, then a third. Suddenly, Operea's entire body, other than his tail, stood beyond his boundaries - he was on wizard-controlled lands now.. As the great dragon lowered his head to once more stare at the muggle, terrifying lime-green eyes narrowing, Dante spoke, interrupting Operea just as he was about to speak.
Looking upward, the male draconian allowed an obviously irritated growl to bubble up from his throat, tail thumping loudly against the soft earth. "What?! What do you want? Mussst things always bother us in the midssst of.. important businessss?!" He boomed in his exotically-accented English, words in perfect grammatical order, unlike Dante's excuse of dragon-speak. "Bother me once I've fed, you fool - you know our language, but do you have even the slightest idea that it ought to be a law for one not to bother a dragon whilst he is hunting?!"
Eventually, Operea tilted his head hellwards once more, sights locking again upon the pretty piece of flesh before him. Though he'd let it be known that he had planned for Teagan to be his next snack, she might not have any choice other than to use magic upon the scaled creature before her; it was possible that she wouldn't even be able to prevent being attacked. Thus, the muggle would have used magic upon the school grounds, another broken policy for the both of them - one for the dragon, one for Teagan. However, unlike the freeroaming monstrosity, Teagan had the possibility of being expelled.. If she escaped the strong jaws that threatened to snap at her at any second, that is.
"Ready yourself, child, my stomach awaits - Put your wand to the grass, that my throat shan't be pierced as a splinter to the weak two-legged's (humans/wizards/witches) flesh." He boomed, saliva freely dripping from his jaws as he opened them, revealing the teeth within. Along his top and bottom jaws lay a threateningly sharp array of razor-sharp teeth, sharpened weekly upon rocks and sticks. A thick, black tongue hid within a sheath in the middle of his bottom jaw, which directed his obsidian muscle into a pouch along his throatline when retracted - only the forked tips stuck out amidst the inside of the slavering maw.
It seemed he had tossed Dante's presence aside - the dead creature would be dealt with later; fresh meat stood innocently before his eyes, the perfect chance for any predator. His neck pulled back into an s-shape, head readying itself to strike. "Stare willingly into the face of your death, human!"
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Post by Evie on Nov 30, 2005 20:42:19 GMT
(dont mind if this is bad, need to RPG in the worst way...i also haven't in months.)
A long feline tail swished in the above foliage. She had been watching the events before her in vague amusement. She was familiar with Teagen and Dante, but the dragon? She had never heard of a dragon in the forbidden forest and the temptation to observe it was almost more then she could stand. Evie was always interested in meeting new creatures; seeing what they were capable of. Evie sensed the dragon's deep hatred for humanoids, so she chose to remain in panther form. She leapt down from her tall perch to a lower branch to get a closer look. Personally, she could stand to see a blood-fest feet from the edge of the forest. It had been a long time since blood was shed in her presence aside from the weekly hunts she went on.
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Post by Dante on Nov 30, 2005 23:40:54 GMT
OOC: I'm just going to point out that Dante is over a hundred feet off the ground and almost invisible where he is. The only detail that would tip someone off to his presence would be his poorly spoken Draconian. Also, where does Evie know Dante from?
IC: The orbs of white in Dante's skull began to scope the area as soon as he saw the dragon ready itself to strike. It was not the fact that the dragon was about to kill that Dante didn't like, he just felt like pestering something that would have been able to kill him in the blink of an eye in his last existence. He began to mumble silently to himself. "What do have to work with? Lets see, tree branch, bird's nest, a panther, some rocks, a mound of debris..." His eyes shot back to something he saw, the panther. None lived naturally in the Forbidden Forest so thus it must be an animagus. Reports of a girl named Evie from the days of Danawi's race for domination came to mind. Dante began to remember stories of a few magically enhanced 'abilities' that Danawi's soldiers were given. "Did any of that power remain with those fools?" He began to ponder as he watched Evie jump to a lower branch.
Dante's plan was set in motion before it was fully thought out. He unhooked one leg from the branch then with his other leg released himself as well as flung himself in Evie's direction. He flipped fully in the air once then curled his legs at the knee as he completed half of another. Two solid points that were Dante's knees collided and gripped firmly into the panther's rip cage. "Hello kitty." He whispered into Evie's ear as he hit. Dante continued with the momentum that he had built up on the way down from his perch and rolled to the side taking Evie with him.
A heavy thud echoed throughout the forest as they both hit firmly onto the ground. Possibly this would be enough to divert the dragon's attention for a moment longer, maybe not. Dante jumped to his feet only a split second after they hit the ground. His gauntlet veiled hands gripped down on the scruff of the panther's neck along with the tail. "Hey you over sized snake! Catch the kitty!" As the last word was about to leave his mouth he flung the feline at the dragon itself.
A vertical, blood red line began to draw itself on Dante's pupils. Soon another line began to forge itself onto his eyes. In a matter of moments hundreds more began to form in an intricate, demonic design.
The blood lust was returning ever so slowly.
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Post by Evie on Dec 2, 2005 20:50:04 GMT
OOC: Evie heard of Dante from the days of Danawi, but never met him. Don't be hating on the fam, juggalo.
IC: Evie was nothing less then stunned when the demon jumped in front of her and knocked her from her perch. She barely had time to gather her wits before she was flung at the dragon. Adrenaline began rushing through her veins as the black form slowly faded from view. Her body smashed into the scaley side of the blue dragon. She landed on the ground with a loud thump, and instantly her world swam in front of her.
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Operea
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Post by Operea on Dec 10, 2005 23:10:38 GMT
[Teagan, waiting for YOU to post.]
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Post by Chailyn (away) on Dec 13, 2005 21:20:24 GMT
(ooc) No need to become histrionic, dear. Please, simply correct your post and there wont be any trouble.
Also, may I ask all of you to try and restrain yourselves from out-of-character conversations.
[this post will be removed as soon as everyone's fixed up]
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Post by Teagan on Dec 17, 2005 15:37:36 GMT
The dragon's ears, proportioned elegantly to its body, moved toward the prefect and her words. Once more, their studying eyes were locked onto each other; dragon to witch, green to red. Teagan had little interest in irritating or increasing the apparent hunger of the dragon, but the creature was more complex than what she had first anticipated. Perhaps this was because she'd never faced such a dragon before?
He was calculating and understanding of consequences, yet he was brave, ambitious, and determined. One step, and one more; he was coming out of the firm and disastrous forest. Soon, the dragon realized that they weren't alone, and seemed very perturbed. "What?! What do you want? Mussst things always bother us in the midssst of.. important businessss?! Bother me once I've fed, you fool - you know our language, but do you have even the slightest idea that it ought to be a law for one not to bother a dragon whilst he is hunting?!" Yes, the dragon still had every intention of eating, but, possibly, he could feed on something other than the Ravenclaw? "Ready yourself, child, my stomach awaits - Put your wand to the grass, that my throat shan't be pierced as a splinter to the weak two-legged's flesh."
Joy, thought the prefect sardonically. He was still intent on eating her. Though they weren't the only ones in the area, it would seem that the one directly in front of the prefect was her current issue; she had very little intention of becoming dragon chow. After all, it was quite likely that being eaten wouldn't be too comfortable as the saliva, an enzyme stronger in dragons than in most creatures, would sizzle and burn her flesh or the teeth crunching on her tender body. A thin tongue swept and slithered out of between his strong jaws, and he adjusted his position for a quick strike--an immediate bite. "Stare willingly into the face of your death, human!" She would stare, but not die; that was the instant choice she had made, but it was also a promise.
Promises always caused troubled, and set boundaries on decisions made. Long ago, the prefect had made a promise, a promise made before she came to Magic Horizons; she had promised to never assist in her own death. This was a promise she had made with her parents and adopted sibling, and she had kept it, as she would always keep it. The time she would have committed suicide, she had still kept her vow and continued to do so. Teagan's promises were eternal, though she would never make another again; they limited flexibility far too much for her to have any desire to create them.
Soon, there was a some ruckus in the higher branches of the forest, and a voice came with it right before some even more chaos erupted. "Hey, you over-sized snake! Catch the kitty!" Personally, the prefect wasn't sure if she really wanted to inquire as to what the hidden male was talking about, but she got an answer, anyway; a black panther was rapidly swung at the large figure in front of Teagan. Next, the cat had collided with the dragon. Its dark fur rippled as the she crumbled to the ground, now becoming partially hidden in the underbrush.
Generally, that would be a bad thing to have to deal with, and the cat would be an appeasing snack for the dragon. Anyway, the harder beast was hungry, and hopefully not specifically for human meat, either. Of course, this was only a hope, and then there was the fact that the Forbidden Forest was not usually a natural placement of a panther. There were animagi at the school, but there was the chance that some had been confident enough to have ventured into places that were better left not ventured in. In short, they thought they could survive, at least partially, and the forest specifically titled "forbidden." Teagan had entered the forest before, but not without much convincing from a sorrowful friend. Then, they were through out of the forest seemingly not fatally injured, and had had part of their memories erased. Thanks to an old seer the prefect had once known, she had been able to piece things together. Still, it would have been luckier to have never needed to know the seer at all, in the prefect's opinion. If that "event" hadn't happened slightly over a year ago, she wouldn't have even decided to have transfered to Magic Horizons; she wouldn't have gotten amnesia from their deaths, and would be happily leaving at home pranking some excitement-needing classed. Yet, the event had occurred, and made her calmer because of it of the dry inner turmoil residing inside her.
Still, there was the possibility that the dragon would be distracted by the furrier animal rather than the non-animagus. Through all of the recent events, her main priority remained along the lines of not being eaten. The soft, red hair remained peacefully trailing the sides of her face, but her odd eyes were not so peaceful. They were statistical, and usually made it obvious she wasn't muggle-born; normally, one would consider her a pure blood and not think that she was a half-blood with her magically family's blood being stronger in her than the muggle-born half. Of course, she really didn't give a care; at the moment, she remained very pre-occupied. She continued to gaze, but didn't relinquish a wand to the chilled grounds. Her slender hands held nothing more than basic components, but a wand was not in them. "Pardon me, but it would seem that your meal isn't going to be too succulent." With the words, her red-violet irises quickly trailed to the cat lying on the ground and toward the upper part of the trees, but didn't turn her head. She did so checking up on her surroundings, and then silently moved her eyes back to the more powerful being before her. After all, the dragon was the one in far greater need of her attention.
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Post by Operea on Jan 7, 2006 20:35:28 GMT
[Ooc:Wow, guys, I'm sorry I haven't been on lately! I had to take an unannounced leave and hadn't the time or any way to let everyone know I was leaving. Sorry.. I'm back now! Teagan - you might want to invite some friends to the thread to help ya. It gets rough.]
Keen ears picked up the mere noise of the large cat flying through the air, and with an annoyed curl of his lip, the dragon merely sidestepped, sending Evie whooshing past him. His eyes watched the panther momentarily as it hurled by before returning to Teagan. "Those beasts shan't interrupt us, morsel." The indigo draconian crooned, leaning so close that the young muggle-witch would be able to feel her opponent's hot breath against her cheeks - the tip of his muzzle was just centimetres from her face. His hopes were that young Teagan would realise just how dangerous the creature before her was, that at any moment he had the power to bite her head off with just a nibble of his razor fangs. "The kitten can wait.. four paws are no match for two wings."
Dante was almost completely ignored - though he'd thrown Evie, he did not at all seem an immediate threat to the dragon himself, so he was simply not registered as existant. The fact that he had attempted the ancient language of dragons, a language as old as life itself, was quite impressive, but was not enough to grasp the behemoth's interest.
A heavy growl sounded from deep within his thick, abyssal throat, a threatening noise, one that simply dared the half-witch to move - should she, she would be decapitated faster than she could comprehend what was happening. Bright, cruel eyes of emerald shone like gems within his skull as he placed his head close to the ground - this made his eyes level with hers. An entrancing gleam took the expression within his shining occuli, hypnotic and alluring, whilst a new sound came from him, one that sounded of wind chimes; Operea was trying to hypnotize her! It was a secret skill of magic that resided within most dragons, though the older beasts, such as Operea, had less difficulty using the curse upon prey or threat.
The indigo-blue and bleach-white male's whipcord of a tail suddenly went slashing through the air, flicking about like a cat's - sudden bursts of speed before abruptly stopping in mid-air. He was unblinking, staring intently and determined straight into the eyes of the female of whom he'd labeled as his next meal. Should any of her friends come to aid her, they would risk becoming the 'side-dishes'; a group of students would be no match for a dragon as ancient as medieval times - the possessed magic-induced power of a single swipe would no doubt have the power to shatter a boulder.
Massive body of muscle and scales shifted into a more comfortable position, obviously relaxed but still alert, attention focused upon Teagan and Teagan only. Next to everyone else, Operea appeared as a colossal beast, and that he was, but to add to his size, the drake spread his wings out, the leathery appendages splaying out on either side of him, giving him the appearance of nearly three times the size he looked with them folded - the time had come to feed.
"Now.. stand still and the pain shan't last but a half-second.." He suddenly growled, throwing his head back and booming out an otherworldly bugle - the sound of a draconian who had completed the hunt for food. Then, he looked down at Teagan, shifting his neck into an S-shape, the way a bird or snake would do just before striking. The only thing the majenta-haired femme would see would be his mouth opening, a series of sharp daggers, laid strategically within his maw to provide each kill with a quick death, before his head snapped forwards with a near-lightning speed, strong, wide jaws prepared to bite down on whatever touched his tongue - certain that that thing would be his prey.
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Post by Teagan on Jan 21, 2006 18:58:02 GMT
OOC: Sorry for the late reply.
IC: Unfortunately, the dragon didn't give a hoot about Dante or the cat. That was bad. That was very, very bad. Why couldn't he just act greedily rather than decisively? That would have made things much, much easier. Why did the dragon need to be so focused, so determined, so un-brain-farted, so not distracted? Though Teagan had been thrown out of the forest by a cat demon before, it seemed that that had been so much more pleasant with Ark's loss than with a dragon's appearance. What a time for a trade. Being a Ravenclaw, she was generally sensible when it came to getting into situations she really didn't want to be in. In fact, the only fight she had gotten into at Magic Horizons before was with Lothani and it wasn't exactly a fight; she had even managed to just get them thrown out rather than killed.
Of course, the prefect was a pacifist for her own reasons, and not merely to be nice. Though, she wasn't usually considered "nice," anyway, but creatures (usually) didn't try to come after her and attack. She'd had an encounter with an extremely large snake before, but that was because she had snuck into a place a half-blood wasn't supposed to sneak into. How was she supposed to know her family had been raising "pets" in their creepy secret labyrinth-thing that she was supposed to be ignorant of? Still, even though she had stolen a few things from there to cause some trouble, it would have been nice if its hidden exterior had some kind of warning sign on it. She hadn't gone there since her parents and adopted sister were murdered.
With the dragon also calling the prefect a "morsel," that was also bad. With the dragon saying that the others wouldn't interrupt them, that was also bad. With the dragon saying the others could wait, that was also bad. With the dragon leaning closer, that was also bad. With the dragon being greatly closer, that was also bad. With the dragon merely being there, that was also bad. With the dragon locking eyes with Teagan, that was also bad. Why couldn't he have gone to bother someone or something else that was chew-able?
The indigo and bleach dragon growled. The growl didn't waste much time being followed by some odd rhythmical sound..... The sound was so strange..... A weird pattern..... A never-ending dance...... A re-made Renaissance...... Turning, turning...... Twisting, twisting...... Repeating...... Repedative...... Going on...... Going on...... Going on......
The prefect's body relaxed; it seemed as if every minuscule muscle that made up her body was filled with some dangerously charming substance. Her muscles were so entirely relaxed that her eyelids gently drooped partway over her calm eyes, and that her jaw meekly lowered causing her lips to slightly part. It felt was as if she was a cloud; no limbs, no pain, suffering, no ground, no feeling, no sensations, only ecstasy. Quite clearly, a voice talked to her. It was the only sound plausible in her unknown non-existent environment. "Now.. stand still and the pain shan't last but a half-second.."
It sounded like something a nurse would say. The nurse would be wanting you to not move so that it could bandage you. Or stitch you. Or to somehow fix you. You were supposed to obey the nurse. Nurses were there to help you, to heal you. Teagan didn't need to be healed. Always, her body managed to mold itself correctly before she would need to bother dealing with healers. She had been around while others were being fixed, though. She had never needed a band-aide or anything to fix a small injury. Once, she had hurt her ankle and had gotten some help from a nurse, but that was it. The end. Mental injuries left the deepest gashes that couldn't be healed, unlike her un-scarred body. Being hypnotized was a state in which the person was most susceptible to suggestions, though the manipulated person was quite conscious. Possibly more conscious than they were before, but being convinced so easily made that not matter. Not matter...
Did she not matter? She really didn't, did she? Another pawn was all she was. Another pawn in the game of life. Any pawn was capable of taking out the queen or king when given the opportunity; very movable or not, it could be done. With the chance, the weak pawn could win and utterly defeat the much stronger, underestimating enemy. The loss of one would cause turmoil until things were balanced once more. Every pawn mattered; she mattered.
This feeling of weightlessness was so strange. She saw everything, yet nothing. She was aware of everything, yet her physical senses were inactive except for the voice talking to her. She was comfortable, yet felt nothing; no ease of cloth on her flesh, no soft hair fluttering over her smooth skin, no pleasant smells, no desired words. Occasionally, a tingle sensation rippled down the nerves of her body, but it was ignored. Everything was colorless, but welcoming. It had been so long since she had felt such peace..... It was so amazing that it was absolutely horrible.
In hypnosis, the mind could make the body do anything. Teagan wasn't a normal human. Even though she was a half-blood, her pure-blood genetics were different; they sometimes switched what controlled what. Her instincts could take hold and control the mind rather than have the mind control everything. It was cruel. Cruel, but there. Always a part of her. Always, since they awakened when they were forced out with the fact that she had been about to be killed; her attacker could walk no longer, and she was friendly no longer after the discovery; she hated herself, and she hated her family even more.
Dante and the cat were elsewhere, out of mind, out of sight. Teagan saw nothing. Teagan didn't feel the heated droplets of breath fall onto her pale cheek. It was cold. It was hot. It was completely impossible to feel. Most didn't know the real reason the prefect was always acting as the pacifist, fortunately. Perhaps that wouldn't last long. The dragon posed to strike, and Teagan's formally insensitive figure was rushed with what felt like burning chunks of charcoal pummeling into her skin, shattering bones, causing even more of an adrenaline rush in her aching, shrieking limbs. It felt as if she was one of the useless cars Muggles discarded that were compacted into metal cubes. The hypnosis almost held an audible snap. Of course, that was what it seemed like, and not what it really was.
The prefect's eyes unhesitatingly enlarged and crammed themselves shut as she fiercely cringed, falling a few steps backward. A very rude word beginning with an "F" was shouted as her hands were rapidly pressed against her ears and head wanted the unwarning relentless pain to end. Suddenly, it stopped.
The prefect took deeper breaths into her lungs. That had hurt like when she had first shifted.... Her eyes opened. They were now much more violet than red, not that she could tell. What had just happened? Slowly her hands lowered as she remembered what they were doing. The dragon and her had locked eyes, staring at each other. Then, a bliss had flooded through Teagan. What the heck had the dragon done? At least, it didn't appear that she had gotten eaten. Obviously, she wouldn't have had much of a body if that had happened. He had done something..... She didn't like that. Suddenly stressed eyes turned back to the dragon and they weren't as emotionless as usual. In a sense, she was very angry, but with herself for doing that... that thing that made her lose control. "If you don't mind," she asked, slight agitation shredding through her words, "I'll be leaving now..." She needed to go be alone, too handle that. Of course, leaving rudely would give the dragon more of a reason to chomp on her than what reason he already had.
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Post by Dante on Jan 21, 2006 22:37:34 GMT
OOC: Sorry if this is utterly terrible, not much muse right now...
IC: Dante shot his eyes toward Opera as the hypnotic cry exploded throughout the area. He could tell that something very bad was about to happen for the girl. He simply watched in awe as the dragon's neck snapped up. The tail of the wyrm came thrashing through the air. It nearly took out Dante's throat with the tip. A fine line of blood sailed across his neck then vanished as quickly as it came. It would take much more than that to even cause him pain. The blood itself melted into the air like a mist. Dante watched the tail carefully, he was calculating the movements ever so carefully.
Back... forth... back... forth... each time faster and faster. Then unexpectedly it stopped about fifteen feet off the ground, no movement in the least. Dante knew that now was the time to make his move. He scanned the area with the blink of an eye. A tree, the tail, the dragon's back, that was his plan. He would have to make it perfect for it to work in the least. He sprinted at a tree whose branch-less trunk ran within ten feet of the tail. His world flipped ninety degrees, the sky was now his horizon as he ran up the tree like a squirrel.
Dante crouched, then launched himself in a back flip to the tail. As his body spun in the air he saw the girl. She wasn't moving, it looked as though she didn't want to leave at all. It appeared to be that she wanted death. Dante knew better than to believe that a prefect would want to die. It must have been the hypnotic sound that he had heard earlier. "Why didn't that work on me?" The thought sped through his mind but to no avail. A single metallic gauntlet shot out and wrapped itself around the end of the stationary tail. Dante held his grip as he swung around. When he came to about three quarters full rotation he switched his grip so that he stopped with his body vertical directly above the tail. Dante threw down his feet upon the tail then launched himself once again. This time he glided along the back of the dragon.
He stopped as he latched a metallic claw of a hand under a scale. Dante knew the value of dragon scales to an alchemist. The wings and blood would be very nice prizes as well if he could only get the chance. He planned to kill and salvage every bit of this being as soon as the chance presented itself. He got a good foothold with both feet then ripped out a single scale. Like a Frisbee, Dante whipped the scale into a tree, the sound of the wood splitting as the scale sunk in assured him that it would stay until he came back to retrieve it.
He whipped out his dagger with utmost speed then drove the blade into the newly exposed flesh. A small spurt of blood issued forth as the weapon sunk in. The dragon whose flesh was being pierced probably didn't even notice. As the blade rested in the ancient blood for the moment, droplets of blood began to turn to beads of ice. Frost was being emitted from the dagger as it bathed in the blood of the living. The veins in the blade began to drink all that came from the wound, no blood was wasted. Dante jerked the blade from the fresh blood, the frost from the blade had almost sealed the wound completely in ice.
Dante decided to go for something a bit more devastating, the throat. He jumped once again, this time landing above and between the eyes. He was almost positive that the wyrm would notice him now with his full weight on its skull. As Dante moved through the air he noticed one thing, neither the girl nor the dragon were blinking. "That's it! The eyes are what is making the girl go slack!" The revelation in his mind raced down into Dante's hands.
The blade in his grasp shot downward with all the force that Dante could muster. It dug deeply into the skull just above the left eye socket, probably not deep enough to pierce through the bone into the eye. He never released his grip from the hilt of the blade, especially when he swung down the side of the dragon's head. Dante put one foot in the corner of the wyrm's jaw then pounded the other into the eye. He hoped to do as much damage as possible, maybe even blind the eye. His free hand drove itself forward, metal covered fingertips first, directly into the pupil of the dragon. Dante kicked out with the leg that was previously in the dragon's jaw and grabbed onto the blade with both hands. The pair of boots flew away from the dragon, then shot back into the already damaged eye with devastating force. If it were a human that Dante was hitting, the skull would have almost completely snapped off of the neck and fallen into the darkness that only the dead knew.
Edit: removed an unneeded comma after the word metallic in the 4th paragraph and changed falling to fallen in the last paragraph.
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