Beggars are not choosers

[Fenris Fenrir]

He had made it out of the Graveyard; that place was now littered with the blood, the hurts, the agonies and victims that had either plagued Fenris Fenrir or those that he had inflicted on those to cross his path. But there was one that he had failed against in his ardous labors. The Leopard Demoness; the one who he had seen doing thing that went against his flawed code of morals, and he had been driven into action thanks to it. Foolishly, he had understimated his opponent early on in the battle, and even though he fought in vain til the end of the fight; the lycan had lost.

The powers of those hell-spawned beings also seemed to defeat him. Issac had taken his ear and inflicted numerous hurts upon him. Lothani had taken his nose, both of his lower arms, and soon; his life. Whatever had entered into his body with all those wounds he had taken; it had started to consume him ever since he first left the Forest. In the Graveyard, students took advantage of his plight and grievious hurts; burning him alive and taunting him.

But Fenris had endured that; and now his time was running out. The fever that his body was trying to create to kill off the poison was hurting the lycan more than the poison; in fact, it did nothing to stop the poison. Fenrir was being consumed by an inner fire; one that he could not fight against; one that would win in a matter of time. But he had ventured in the Forest on one last, desparate gambit.

If the Demoness had created this poison; there was hope that she would also know how to counteract it's vile affects. But why would she help someone that had just insulted her romantic preferences and then fought back against her? The chances that she would help him were little to none; but then again; she might have use for Fenris. And whatever that use was; he would do whatever she asked him without second thoughts. For if there was one thing that Fenrir treasured; it was his own skin.

Trudging wearily on his legs, Fenrir had made it close to the clearing where he had lost practically everything, but he could no longer fight the bloodloss and the heat of the fever; he soon collasped to the ground while shivering from the fever. His once fiery eyes started to droop and Fenris Fenrir, one of many that made this wood their home; stared off into the Forest; his hopes and last dream seemingly dashed into nothing.

[Lothani]

A gentle rumble coursed its way from the odd flap in her lings throughout her body, vibrating it into a gentle coo that mimicked that of a domesticated house cat. But this was no ordinary house cat that the pitiful humans would tame. Oh no. Lothani was far from tame, on a good day, that is. A dangerous beast of sorts, along with many other beings of the forest, but alike them all, she had her own special traits. The black of night was no where near the same shade as her thick coat, and being darker than that, the strange thing was indeed, occasionally, invisible to most, which handed her the higher end of the food chain. Or torture chain, she could never choose between the two.

Deep within the confines of the padded walls of slumber, her purring continued in a gentle fashion. But something had caught her ears, along with her nose. Pooled amber eyes darted open, imitating that she might not have been asleep at all, as she calculated the scent that tainted the odour wafting past her leathery sensor. Oh, yes. That was her scent, that poisonous dint in the blood of the being. But the boy had died days ago, which would mean that the Lycan, who had wriggled out of the forest from their deadly battle, was back. Muscles that were entirely capable of human expression tugged to form a malicious smile on her whiskered cheeks.

There was no fallacy in his act. He was dying, which was quite plainly obvious. Dinner-plate sized paws padded soundlessly toward the mutilated Lycan, who, by now, had fallen on the ground in agony. The smile that had formed metres ago had kept its place over her muzzle, baring her milky-white canines in a lovely manner. Her 'I-told-you-not-to-piss-me-off' chuckle forced its way between the gaps of her clenched teeth as she stared down at his pathetic form. The right paw of hers drifted, closing the inches of space between her fur and his torn, rotting skin. It pushed up against his rib-cage, shuffling his form just that slightest bit, and the chuckle came again.

"Deary, what a sight for sore eyes you are," Lothani mocked as she stared down at him from eight feet up. "But what is this? You're not dead yet? It has been just over a day! My, you are a feisty one, aren't you," she wasn't going to let up with her taunting comments, not after what he had implied her to be, and then had the nerve to fight back. "But to what pleasure do I owe this?" Each time the demoness spoke, the emotional highs and lows in her tonal voice held naught but lies.

[Fenris Fenrir]

So ; she had come after all. It seemed that the two beings had something in coming; they had a flair for taunting their foes whether it be when they could fight back or not. But Fenrir, even though she nudged his near-corpse of a body, did not make eye contact with her. He had only one chance to remedy his condition and he thought that what he was about to attempt was the impossible. But then again; a certain Dr. Rutherford had thought it was impossible to find Lycans in the Forbidden Forest and that was not too far in the past, but Rutherford couldn't have been any more incorrect in his assumpation.

"You...would be surprised...how one's will can dicate....things of this magnitude", said Fenrir weakly as his voice rose and fell with each time he shivered, "Some...only live for pleasure...others...for power and wealth. I...I live because I have nothing else to be grateful for. No earthly belongings save the clothes on my back...no one to share my inner-most feelings with...and all that I have is a family that questions my every action. I...only have myself in this world..and now...it was in my rash actions...that have seemingly cost me my life."

"But I was not blind that night; you...stabbed yourself with your tail, or so I think. Right where I bit your throat and it healed in a flash. Now any one that carries a poison of such degree normally has...a cure. But since they control that cure...they can turn those that need it into beggars and slaves. I do not know what you would want with a tattered beast as myself, but if there is anything that I can offer...you may have it. All I ask...is that you remove this vile infestation that is destroying me."

"There is no honor in a death against a foe that there is no way of victory against. And if I were to die; I would rather be killed in a situation that I could get out of and face to the very end ; and I would make it such an end! But..this poison...I cannot fight it. I have not the strength...compared to this disease..compared to you...I am a babe that challenged an adult. And I lost. Now...I am reduced to this; begging before the foe that defeated me..something that I vowed never to do. I doubt that is pity in any that come from the pits of Hell...but if there is...then I ask...that you consider what I have said...to give a dellusional beast, who unjustly accused you...a second chance...."

Doubting to the very depths of his heart that his plea would be even acknowledged, Fenrir closed his tired eyes and only listened for the verdict; the verdict that would seal his fate to either survival or his death bed.

[Lothani]

Not once. Not once did the Lycan dare to lock his eyes with hers. It seemed, though she could have been wrong, had it been a façade, that he was almost ashamed of what he had done. At least for his life's sake. When one plays the right cards, they will be returned with the perfection of gifts; in this case, two deaths at her hand. The boy from Ravenclaw (was it?) at the school, and the Lycan now shivering and rotting beside her giant paws. However, the boy that had held onto Lothani took a sudden leap into death, due to his oesophagus being ripped from him, whereas the Lycan had planned to take a much more lengthy time to pass from the world.

The decomposing Lycan spoke of no worldly belongings, and had no others to share his innermost feelings with. Again, the Demoness let out a chuckle at his words. Had she been in her equally powerful human-like form, she would have pursed her lips together as she pinched his cheeks together with her claws. But it didn't stop her from mentioning a few more things. "Oh, but Deary, what happened to your human master? Can you not talk to that thing?" Lothani mocked with a hiss from her tongue. "And what ever happened to the family you mention? Why not speak your harsh tones with them?" referring to the words he had spoken to her the night she cast the deadly blow on him.

At the time she had released just that little bit more of a toxin into his body, from her claws pinching his cheeks, she tossed his head aside so that he faced directly on the ground. If she had been in the mood, she would have merely pressed on the back of his head, and crushed the remainder of his nose. However, his words, thought quickly, had caught her attention for the second time in their lives, in the mention of her cure. At this, her thick tail twitched at the end, but she continued to listen fully, no matter how deceiving her swivelling, curved black ears were. Almost taken aback, Lothani could have shown it, but decided against it, no matter where he was looking.

"You spoke of it yourself. What would I want with a Lycan? I am strong enough to take on five at a time, so I highly doubt I would need protection. And everything that I need," she paused, pulling her paw from the forest ground and flexed her claws, "is right here with me." But it was indeed something she thought on, and it was something she could use to her advantage, because the more time she took to think, the less time he had to live. If she wasn't quick, time would make up his mind for her. "The shame of losing, plus begging for life; surely you would never like to hold that on your shoulders, should I give you the remedy?" she inquired.

"You are a beast that thrives on the fear of others, along with the pride of never losing. Would this be something this creature could live with, knowing fully well that he had indeed lost?" A snicker had arrived, but it was short, at the thought of the mortal mind. Had they both been human, in the same situation, he would have been far worse off in shame, to lose to a woman.

[Fenris Fenrir]

Fenris winced at the mention of the Angelus Morti not helping him; at the pain induced by the pinching of his cheek and the entry of more liquid Death into his system; at how the Demoness had him in the palm of her hand. All she had to do was continue to goad him with words and before long; he would be nothing more than a corpse, and a corpse was a meal to many a beast. Though try as he might to read himself of the thought that there was the chance that he would become the meal of some lesser creature, Fenrir's eyes tried to make contact with those of the Demoness, but he could not do so as his face was being pressed into the ground.

"You speak of my family and the one that I call Master?", croaked Fenrir; the poison being to take hold of his throat; causing the stubs of his arms to twitch as if his hands could reach this irratiated throat yet hands he had none. "My Master could care less; he has many servants and I am just a grain of sand; a grain that caught his eye and nothing more. He tricked me into serving him and since my word is my bond; I obey the human for the moment. The minute he betrays me...it shall be his last. My family...I cannot speak for them...Xavier..he frets over me. My mother and Aunt...I have not heard from for some time now. They could care less...what happens to their own flesh and blood...they did so in the past...they can easily repeat that."

It was at that precise moment that Fenris tried to stifle the urge to cough up blood, but it was futile. Blood sprayed out from his mouth; covering his face and the dirt which his face was pressed against. "Stop speaking in riddles that a dying being cannot hope to understand Demoness. I do not take pride in the fact that I have lost before I came across in the woods. Another from the pits of Hell fought with me before and now all I have is one ear whereas I should have two! Do you think for a moment that I need that pride? I have lost as many times as I have won! Had you not mauled my chest and torso; you would be able to see the still-healing scars that I received. If you look at my neck; tell me what that white scar is and it is no birthmark."

"But you are right", concluded Fenrir,"I do need fear to survive; now that I have been nursed from that source; I cannot change my inner workings. And it is more begging for my life that will humble this lycan; not the fact that he has lost. But you control the verdict; you are my hangman. Talk much longer and I am afraid I shall fade away. Tell me what it is that I must do; in a way that I can understand you and then we shall have made progresss. And if not; do not let the carrion birds strip me of my flesh; let not the beasts of the Forest mutilate my corpse. If you must; consume it yourself, but leave it not above the ground should I pass away. So speak Demoness; time is running short."

[Lothani]

Though as harsh as she was with her words, this Demoness was not the kind to ever let her 'friends' forget the day that they turned on her. And so, she was not going to let up with her taunting and prodding of malicious and biting words any moment soon. He spoke of how horribly master-like his Angelus Morti was, in a very formal basis and no other, which only outlined the fact that this Lycan was mixing in with the lower, more despicable crowd. It made her look down upon the decaying beast from a much higher position on the food chain. One that would associate with humans that was clearly powerful enough to destroy each bone in their body to dust was enough to make Lothani gag.

"Oh dear, but don't you think that you should 'piss him off out of your life', as humans would say, because of this neglected fact?" she pointed out matter-of-factly. "Your word is your bond to him, so take back your word. He is merely human, and any other creature can accept why you would leave him." With a twitch of her swivelling ears, the snapping of a twig behind her caught her attention for that split second, but it wasn't enough to deter her from the current position she was in. Oh, it was so tempting to maul this Lycan beyond recognition, and let the beast live for what he had done to her in shame. But, since she had not decided whether to let him live or not, one could not say she was to do that.

Ignoring the part of his family, who were as negligent as her own creator, Lothani flexed the muscles in her paws to force her claws from their protective sheaths, scraping into the dirt out of mere habit. The majority of the time it was a sign that she was to begin her attack, but she had been able to stifle that habit so that her rivals would not know when to predict her move. The blood spray spatted at her claws, but nothing more. The smell of a decomposing corpse was becoming pungent now, in a very beautiful, loving manner; in her way of mind. But what caught her direct attention now was that he had assumed she was from hell. The demoness laughed aloud now.

"My Dear, I'm not from that fiery place. Try not to assume that I am, because I've never seen it, let alone felt it. But it has always intrigued my attention to one day leap into its bowels. However, I will most likely never disclose to you where I am from." Though it didn't fully matter to the Demoness whether he knew or not, she would much rather not tell hoards of beings that she had been created by the very creatures she held utmost disgust for.

"But, having decided that I would rather speak with a living creature, rather than a decomposing one with little over forty minutes to live, you will live. Brace yourself, mighty Lycan." Due to the circumstances, that would possibly have to be the only time the Demoness would compliment the Lycan. But not giving the beast much time to tense and prepare himself, her now spiked tail plunged deeply into the middle of his back and left lung with a splatter of poisoned blood tainting her fur. Fragments of that black hair splintered his skin, working her wonders against her previous attacks. But that tail didn’t stay there.

In almost a blinding flash of amber light, the woman stood where the giant leopard had done, and began to roll the healing Lycan onto his back. No matter how much poison her nails delivered now, he was to heal from it, and so it didn't worry her when she drove those claws on her hands around the stumped arms that were still embedded in his intestines. She broke the skin that had healed, and tore his infected arms out and rammed them into the stumps that were waiting. Without a second to lose, her tail wrapped itself around his right arm, then his left, and healed the bones, then muscles, then skin, all the while mending the broken blood vessels and tendons at a miraculous speed.

After regaining her composure and brushing her latex outfit free of some blood, Lothani stared at the healing man in almost disgust, but then exchanged that expression for one of acceptance and waiting. "You'll be healed enough to stand in the next five minutes." Never had she predicted she would reverse her attacks on someone. Was she losing her touch?

[Matticus]

As if he cared whether the girls were still following. It was like she was treading around mouse-traps and hoping not to set one off onto her toes. Still, whether she was shadowing him or not, it didn't stop him from heading in the direction of the Forest. Hopefully he could have a cone in there in peace.

But that second time in the said entrance hall, that was highly more eventful - in a rather funny way. Embarrassment all around, though thoroughly felt mostly by the prefect Laura. He had launched into kissing her, and though it was a different sensation than with other girls, he still acheived the response (and reaction) he had been planning for. Matticus couldn't put his finger on it as to why she was so different, though.

Each heavy step was coated in a thick layer of leather blundstones, which would shatter a bone if he so wanted them to. And with those steps his many chains jangled that hung from one position on his black pants to another, whether it be a hole or a pocket. So if anyone had been around (no matter how much he doubted it), they would have been able to hear him coming.

It had seemed like almost forever since he had lit up a cone, but that was the effect of the drug. Time lapses were always in his pocket, even if he didn't want it (but sometimes, when dealing with the mother, it was a handy trait to have). And so, he had no doubt that he would probably forget what was about to happen within the twisted trees that he was approaching.

He began muttering darkly of other people in his family once beyond the entrance to the forest, remembering random events that had never held him in the better half. And, unbeknown to him, some of them hadn't ever happened at all, but still he b****ed on in his deep voice, hardly audible to the human ear-shot. But somehow the thoughts lead back to the prefect. What was the matter with him?!

A loud thud announced that he had sat down on a large fallen and decaying log, not too far from the Demon and the Lycan - but as if he knew that. The boy was in his own little world, only focusing on one thing. Pulling the bong from his pant-leg pocket - which was large enough to fit it from vision - he also pulled out the blue lighter, and a little container with tobacco and marijuana mixed together.

After pinching a little and shoving it into the smaller pipe - and making sure there was water in the bottom of the bong, he lit the lighter and placed his lips inside the larger glass tube, breathing in the forbidden smoke whilst holding his thumb over a little hole in the tube. Once he had breathed it all in, he let the hole go, and put the glass stoning machine onto the floor beside his feet.

Such is life.

[Laura (away)]

'Fix it now. I'll teach him to make a public fool of me like this.' Laura mused angrily as she stomped her way across the threshold to the forest, her manner slightly less cautious than what she generally chose to adopt. 'I'll clear my name before morning, before he has an opportunity to ... but what's that?' Her nose wrinkled slightly as it was met by the scent of an illegal herb, wafting its way from somewhere ahead. Disgusted, the Prefect's pace quickened, her arms swinging purposefully by her sides as she delved deeper into the forest.

The darkness was speedily encircling her, the canopy overhead becoming too thick for any hint of light to reach the forest floor. The girl paused for a moment, sliding the slender wand of mahogany from her waistband and raising it before her.
"Lumos," she muttered, and a pale glow pierced the inky blackness, casting shadows that bent grotesquely as she continued to make her progress, now with an increased level of caution.

Ahead there seemed to be some sort of commotion, one which Laura had no intention of disturbing. She was on moderately good terms with the leader of the forest pack, a peculiar truce of sorts which few knew about and even less understood. This said, the Prefect had no intention of disturbing Chailyn, or any of her subjects. After all, she didn't harbour a death wish. Pressing her back to the thick trunk of an oak, she inched round, extinguishing the small light at the end of her wand with a murmured, "Nox!"

And there he was. The boy who seemed in this instant the cause of all her troubles, puffing away at a bong. White rage filled her as she looked on, and unable to contain herself, she made her presence known.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she hissed, biting back the inclination to yell. No matter how angry she was, she wouldn't jeopardise the life of a fellow student, along with her own. Kicking a tree branch aside, she siezed the lapels of the boy's clothing before he had a chance to react and shook him violently.
"Smoking ... smoking dope!"

Covering her nose and mouth with one sleeve, she turned to the offending instrument that he had placed on the forest floor beside him. In one swift movement, she had raised her foot, and stamped down hard on the bong instrument, her docs smashing it to slivers in the dirt.
"Do you have any idea- what were you ... What do you have to say for yourself?" she demanded, green eyes snapping with fury.

[Matticus]

Though the smoke hadn't made a directly strong effect on the boy of eighteen, it was enough to impare his senses to a very small extent. And so didn't quite notice that there had been a light shining around him, then as quickly as it had come, it had disappeared into the darkness of the forest. And just as the Phantom had done, the girl, who he still hadn't noticed, begun to glare daggers at him through her fury. Just as he had been about to lift the bong again and put a little more marijuana into it, a demanding voice snarled in a whisper.

It echoed the very essence of his mother, but matched the same voice as the girl in the entrance hall. That happened too many times in one day, and so he deemed this day to be one of the worst - though not as bad as the day he had struck that drunk harder than he had wanted to (who wouldn't have that as their worst day?). He had been about to turn and face the girl when she stormed around and grabbed his leather coat, shaking him like a doll.

But he let her have her way, as she smashed the bong he so dearly loved and held him there. Though if she had been a male, she would have gone too far. But he knew that the majority of females had something a little loose in their heads, so he gave way to her fury. "What do I have to say for myself?" he chortled in an arrogant way, mimicking Laura's voice pattern only slightly.

Thick hands grabbed at her small ones, and yanked them off him, then he stood straighter than he had been when she pulled him to her height. Taller than her, by an easy foot or so, he could see directly over the brown head of hers. "I have to say Hello, because I hadn't expected to see you again. And I have to thank you." Which would have been the last thing she could have expected, without a doubt. Matticus rose his thick black brows as he stared with his equally dark eyes, boaring into hers with a threat about them.

"That was in need of replacing. You just gave me a reason." And tipping an invisible hat with a smart-alec sneer, he turned on the balls of his feet to stride deeper into the thicket, - clearly not focusing on the fact that he had indeed kissed the girl who was talking at him only around an hour before - closer to where the two unearthly beings were (though he hadn't the foggiest that they were there at all).

[Fenris Fenrir]

It happened so fast; he had no time to react or say anything to the Demoness' comments as her barbed tail plunged into his back and felt like it had almost come out the other side. Fenrir's eyes widened in shock and at the irony of what was happening; to be healed, the lycan needed to be hurt. That was something that any satrist would love to get their hands on, but Fenris was no satrist and he did not find it humorous at all that a spiked object was forcefully embedded in him. Though it was gone as quickly as it was thrust into his body, the tail was removed and in the place of the leopard was the seducative woman that he had first seen not that long ago; in a memory that he had no fond recollection of.

Blood poured from the newly-formed wound on the werewolf's back, and he dared not utter a sound for fear that he would yelp out like a pup in this agony. This was supposed to end the poisoning and he felt it losing it's grip, but his body was still set aflame from the inside out. That feeling made his eyes water, and his face turn a shade paler; he could not take the heat much longer nor could he lose much more blood. Panting heavily, Fenris thought that the process was over, but just as he allowed himself to relax; the second part of the operation took place.

He couldn't hold back the need to yell this time; and Fenrir's yelling and wailing reached a fervered pitch, but it was not long that one could notice something different about the screaming. It was in the beginning that Fenris wailed as a newborn while the demoness sliced up the skin above his stomach and removed his rotting body parts, but it turned into yells mixed with pain and joy; hope and desire. She had given him back his arms; he did not even dream that he would be able to have arms again, but she granted him a boon that he did not ask for!

In a mixture of bleeding, weeping and panting did Fenris Fenrir rise himself off of the ground and with child-like mezmorization; he flexed his fingers in what seemed for the first time in years. His eyes lost their flame that craved fear and blood, and took on a side that only one person in the entire world had seen (two if you now counted the demoness). If there was one thing that moved Fenris Fenrir; it was whenever he was given something that he did not expect or did not ask for at all. It was at times like this the child within Fenris broke loose and that is exactly what happened.

Unable to control himself, Fenrir stared for a second at the Demoness that saved him from rotting and in a matter of seconds had enveloped her in an embrace (not a tight one since he was still healing) and though he did not want her to see; tears openly poured down the raven-haired monstrousity's cheeks. "How can I repay you?", came Fenris' voice though it's pace was fast and it's tone excited, "I cannot imagine what I can do, but tell me and I shall accomplish whatever you ask of me. Tell me demoness; tell me so that I can repay you for this unseen kindess!"

Yet Fenrir stopped right where he was in this questions; his surviving ear cocking about to try and pick up what he had heard better. Even without the hearing that others of his kind had, he could still hear the sound of a twig snapping (though it was really the bong) and the sound of heated debate. With a madman's grin crossing onto his face, Fenris let go of the Demoness and rougishly said, "And I think I know exactly where I can begin for you Demoness. There are some human filth up and about; I should think that they should not prove a nusiance to you so I shall deal with them in your stead."

Even as he finished that sentence, Fenris Fenrir begin to change forms (thought it took him longer than usual with his arms freshly being reattached); from weak and mortal man to fiercesome and towering nightmare. Stalking slowing toward the one human, a boy, that was foolishly entering the clearing; Fenris halted about 3 feet in front of him; his large, wolven face staring down at the boy with his muzzle twisted into a maniacal grin.

'Well boy, and girl; I can both smell you and hear you so it is pointless to hide. Why have you come to disturb our Forest? For surely you know what the penalty is for entering unwelcomed; it is Death. So unless you tell me quickly; you shall die slowly and be tantalized with so many hurts you would lose track of them. So tell me mortal humans and no lies; why are you here? The quicker you respond; the sooner I have my...supper.'

[Laura (away)]

Just what she had feared. This idiot of a youth had just thrown them both into great peril, and what had she done?
You allowed yourself to be baited, didn't you Laura? It was true. She had reacted with complete stupidity. She that knew the dangers of entering the forest, she had followed the boy in. And for what? Payback, was it? Well, that's what she had thought immediately, and yet it wasn't all that. Laura was bound to this, whether or not she liked it. Her duty was to protect the students from the dangers of the forest. both as a school Prefect, but more, wasn't that the agreement she had made years back with the Lycan woman?

Laura slowly moved forwards, walking around and in front of the boy. It took every ounce of discipline that she possessed to keep from turning around and running back towards the safety the castle provided. It was not an option. Taking in the appearance of the monster, the prefect realised that she was literally shaking in fear, her palms slick with icy perspiration. He was like nothing she had every before encountered, or even read about. A towering beast, his twisted face offering no hint of mercy. Oh, what had she gotten herself into?

Summoning each drop of courage that flowed through her veins, she forced herself to address the male, battling to keep her voice steady.
"I beg your forgiveness, sir," she began, immediately cursing her choice of words. Forgiveness hardly seemed a sensible choice of attribute to be appealing to. And sir? What was she doing ...
"We didn't mean to disturb your territory. This boy," she indicated the youth standing behind her, "is new to the school and doesn't understand your ways. For my own presence here, it is my duty to prevent students from crossing the borders of the forest, as-"

Hesitating for a moment, cold realisation washed over the brunette, as if a bucket of icy water had been emptied over her. What was to say that this creature's alliegence lay with the Elderess of this forest? After all, she had seen neither hide nor hair of Chailyn for many months now. Laura knew well that leadership in such wild places was prone to unanticipated upheaval, and for all she knew the leader was dead. After all, the beast that stood before her looked quite capable of engaging any mortal beast in combat ... what was to say that he had not challenged the former leader, and she had lost? Oh God, let it not be true.

"As school Prefect," she finished, swallowing hard. Best not to mention the Elder's name, as it could be their instant downfall. If indeed this beast had murdered the Lycan woman, blatantly announcing the former amity that they had shared would be as close to offering herself up as a meal ticket as possible.

"This is the honest truth, and I beg you spare us," she pleaded, feeling a slight stinging in the corners of her eyes at the knowledge that they could be mere moments from death. She couldn't afford to lose it, not now. Neither would she resort to aggression, at least not until their fate had been decided upon. She couldn't not die like this. Not in the middle of the night in a forest, to have her corpse ruined and decapitated in the most foul manner. She had seen it before. She knew what these beasts were capable of, and it caused her sturdy Gryffindor heart beat rapidly with dread.

[Maí Lé Rosà]

Justice served on a silver platter
Makes miss kitty just that little bit fatter
Swirled like milk as white as the snow
Greedy kitty will drink it all, no?

Her insides swallow that alabaster beverage
Then upon others she inflicts a hemorrhage
But poor miss kitty does not seem to remember
The injustice spilled on that cruel September...

Scarlet orbs penetrated the back of Lothani's head with a hypnotizing heat radiating off them. Had an insect chosen to carry itself in front of those eyes, it would indeed have dissolved into ash. During the ordeal in which the lycan begged to be healed, the demoness did indeed have to refrain from stepping forth from her shadowed position and dragging paralysis down the spine of this furred creature before her.

Furthering Mai's content, however, Lothani chose to heal the beast begging for mercy. This brought on a fresh flow of irritation to the demoness though, for she could not help but wonder why a lycan was deemed more important, than him. Similar to the sound of whiplash in the back of a mortal's neck, Mai's boots hit the earth as she dropped from a tree; no more than five meters behind Lothani.

Retracting her hands from their gloves and tucking the gloves down the dip in her cream corsét, she strolled with purpose up to the demoness and curled a hand around the back of her neck, brushing away some of those honey-brown locks. "Lothani." She purred to the demonic-feline, a venomous hiss tainting every letter. Wrapping her other arm around Lothani's stomach, she spun the demoness so they were face-to-face, amber to scarlet.

"Long time, no see." She whispered with an intoxicating stare. Her long ivory-soft tresses whipped at the air from the momentum of spinning Lothani, but soon came to waver around both demoness' hips exotically. Mai held the demoness there for a good few moments, delivering the pain in her eyes as a gentle tickle to the back of Lothani's neck. Suddenly, Mai pressed the hand that was around Lothani's waist to her belly and shoved her backward; her nails trailing against the flesh on her neck, not enough to rupture it, just enough to send a shudder through her insides.

Mai did not step a single pace backward. Her heightened senses could pick up the scent of the wolf-man, and the two mortals inside the forest, but her attention was on the figure before her. The figure who had been so sickeningly willing to rid Mai's Eurus of his life, despite the overwhelming fragrance of Mai that had no doubt spiralled through every arch and pulse of muscle in that demon's body. Mai was a part of him, and he was a part of her.

Anyone who tried to slice that immortal bond had a date with Mai.
Thus, she was here.

[Lothani]

Though it was also her territory she should have been protecting from the students, who's souls had become apparent as soon as the Lycan had enveloped her in a truly grateful embrace, she wasn't focusing on the mischievous humans. Oh no. There was a different aura around, something that sounded off a mixture of fuming hatred and another that Lothani couldn't quite pin-point. Was it lust? It couldn't have been. While the Lycan had sauntered off to greet the students, Lothani paused, still as a cat sensing a meal.

But she was far from a meal, the demoness. The invisible whiskers that lined her upper lip and cheeks twitched, picking up the movement behind, though still she wasn't sure what the powerful being was. Revealing it to be Mai, a fellow demoness, who had clearly marked her territory on the dying fallen that night not too many moons ago, her brown skinned lip tweaked into a side smile. Perhaps a greeting of sorts? Once spun around, the rapah demoness briefly nodded, "Mai." Though not stopping the sudden hand that had pushed her away, she raked her nails along the back of Mai's wrist gently, gracing the skin in a light brush.

A sneer of venom attempted to force its way over her dark lips, and succeeded, though to a small extent. There was no reason to get violent and hostile toward the Hell-bound demoness. Not that had shown itself yet. Instead of merely resting and curling at the end behind her, that long, thick black tale wove itself around her latex-coated waist threefold, twitching at the end before clinging to her side. "Such a pleasure it is," Lothani commented, showing no melody or hint of emotion in her voice or visage.

A sweeping movement of her arms, and her hands grasped sides of a non-existent skirt, pulling it up slightly to curtsy eloquently.

(Ooc: Forgive my post; you understand why)

[Maí Lé Rosà]

Poison ivy, entangle in my throat
Prevent me from screaming my own antidote
Render me silent 'til this anger has gone
Poison ivy
Inhale.

Hold on.

Lothani's nails grazed Mai's wrist, and the pale demoness convulsed, her insides twisting and her stomach churning to throw up. A hand came to press hard upon her supple lips, and she closed her eyes, buckling her knees a moment to swallow back the bloody fluids that lurched up to her throat. Her dark lashes rested against her alabaster complexion like tiny ebony keys on ivory inside the mouth of a piano.

"Such a pleasure it is,"

Mai frowned as the voice echoed in her ears, taunting to her; revolting. Her hand fell from her mouth and braced her knee as she stood back up to her full height. "No, no it is not." She answered in a resounding tone, her voice taking on the urge of an upset young girl. A treacle-drop of a tear puckered itself upon the sill of her eye and fell, leaving a reflective stripe of salty liquid behind it; another one followed on the other cheek.

Lothani teetered herself into a curtsy, and Mai's lips quivered unvoluntarily, her lashes shaking and snapping closed and open. Her hollow-black pupils enlarged when her eyes re-opened, and in a flash she was before Lothani; each hand of fingers clamped in a vice-like grip around the wrists of the hands that so daintily held an invisible skirt.

Snap.
Snap.

Went Lothani's appendages, backward until her hands hung like broken paws by her sides when Mai let them go. A slippery glaze of tears was visible over Mai's enchantingly deep-garnet eyes; the betrayal and agony written page by page on their beating irises, never numbered, never ending. Eternal and plagued all in one emotion.

"How could you..." She weeped softly, bringing her bloodied hands up to her own opposite shoulders to calm her shaking body; wrecked with pitiful sobs. There was never a moment this demoness cried without reason, and it took a surge of emotion to make her cry in the sight of others, let alone directly at them. She was scarred somewhere sensitive, painfully alone, and searching like a child for a whimsy explanation.

[Matticus]

Once again, Matticus's heavily booted foot met the ground, but the second it did, a severely loud screaming came. He lifted that foot from the forest floor, grasped it with an unsteady hand, and turned it upside down so to inspect the bottom of his shoe. That second his foot left the ground, the screaming stopped. He placed it back, and along came the wailing, though louder and different in comparison.

Getting a fright, he almost jumped, but soon continued his striding away from Laura. The screaming subsided, and he could pick up an almost silent deep voice, shakey, but still there. And soon enough, after weaving through the trees a little further, he came face to face with the culpret of the screaming - and of course, he didn't know it.

A snarling, drooling, gigantic wolf was staring ferociously down at him, eyeing Matticus up for an obvious meal (one could not understand the intimidation, because it wasn't totally apparent in his head). Before the wolf begun talking - which he had deemed a Lycan - Matticus spun around to see if the girl was still there. Sure enough, she was, much to his guilt. One smoke wasn't enough to make him light-headed, thankfully.

Behind the giant wolf was a woman with a long black tail in dark coloured latex - any man's eye-candy - and another woman in a cream-coloured corsetted dress. If the wolf wasn't there, he would have begun drooling himself. But not obviously wasn't the time. Once Laura had finished speaking, Matticus could have swallowed his words. He seemed to be in the most sober state of his life.

"Since you're so intent on eating at the least one of us, leave this girl. She's of less worth than myself at the school." he lied through his teeth, though quite effectively. "You see, I'm the headmistress Rose's cousin, and it would have much more of a negative effect on her than if this pitiful girl was taken." He hoped the ploy would work, but there was only one way to find out.

"I hate everyone myself, so it wouldn't be much of a loss for me." He admitted. This was true - almost everyone he had crossed paths with he had a negative impression of, and either ignored or made smart-arse comments about. Bending down on his knees - which pressed painfully on the many chains he had - he lowered his head, allowing the long black hair of his to cover his face.

Submission was the best way out of life. And boy was he ready for it. Too many b****es to deal with in living.