Fenris Fenrir
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Dec 17, 2005 14:44:45 GMT
Fenrir's muzzle contorted, so that it could somewhat resemble a human's sneer and into the minds of those seeming-foolish children; he barked out, 'You beg my forgiveness? That is utterly the most pitiful plea for one's life that I have heard! Though I cannot deny that it's innonence has merit to it; perhaps had I not been sired and treated the way after I was sired; I might have had a sympathetic ear to your plea. But no forgiveness was shown to Fenris Fenrir; not until now, but what's to say that I should be lienent? What's stopping me from doing unto the world as the world as done unto me? What's to stop me from ravaging your bodies and turning them into corpses right where you stand!'
Even as every muscle in the lycan's body tensed for the attack; a most annoying of pests decided to make a brief reappearance; perhaps the pest had thought that the lives of these children were different than those they had fought against before and now it started to urge Fenrir against what he had swelling in the dark, confines of that twisted and wrapped mind. 'Fenrir....', came the soft voice of the once-existanting Dr. Rutherford, 'Come now Fenrir; even though you do not allow me any freedom, the least you could do is let me have my say in this matter. Spare them; Death is a fate that would not be wise to deal out to them.'
'SILENCE RUTHERFORD!'bellowed Fenrir as his eyes began to set aflame in anger; his silver-grey pelt started to quiver in agitation and rage, 'Of all the voices of the world I hate to hear; it is yours. You are me and I am you, but you no longer control this body! It is I; Fenris Fenrir and I am not subject to your will Rutherford! Do you hear me? i shall do what I so please when it comes to these matters! Begone; figment of my imagination and let me do what I deem best.'
'Funny; that this figment of your imagination helped to save your life; attempted to save the one that you loved. Do not call me things that both you and I know that I am not. You live in my body; I live in your mind. We are one, Fenris, and our actions should be as such. But you did not hear the conculsion to my little theory. Let the girl out of the Forest unharmed; tell her that she must spread the word that the cousin of the Headmistress is dead. And if at all possible; to arrange a meeting with the Headmistress on as neutral ground as possible; so that we may brandy words with her. but as for her cousin; well, that part is not a hard decsion at all, my chaotic counterpart. Sire that boy; we both know how much you have always wanted a son; this boy could be that son. But wait until we see how he reacts; only then will we turn him if he meets your rigorous standards.'
The colossus snarled, but had to agree that what Richard said did make sense; this could be the one opportunity that he had been waiting for all these years. Fires in his jet-black eyes died somewhat as the boy worked up the courage to speak into of the now silent menace. Yet...the way that boy spoke of himself made Fenrir's eyes flash with recognition; for he too had not long ago spoke of himself in the same way. Now as he heard more of the boy, Fenris started making more and more parallels between the two; they hated almost everyone, they had similar ways of expressing their thoughts; what more did the Lord of the Hunt need to say that this boy; would become a son of the wood?
'Brave of you m'boy; most heroic of you to sacrifice yourself for this girl. Does she mean something to you at all, for many do not lightly make such a pact that signs their fate without knowing, secretly, that something they treasure will live on. Well; your little, feminine treasure shall live boy; rest assured of that. As for you; we shall let you determine whether this is living or not.', said Fenris as his titanic form surged into motion toward the kneeling boy; his fangs sinking into the choice meat of the left shoulder blade. Though as swiftly as his teeth penetrated the boy's flesh; they were removed and the silver-grey abomination returned to human once more.
Adjusting his glasses and straightening out his ruffled crop of raven-black hair, Fenris Fenrir knelt down next to the boy who he had infected; soon to be his son. "Rest awhile my child; your hurts shall pass in a matter of moments. For that is what you are now; you are a son of Fenris Fenrir and the first of that name. Now; allow me to help embrace this new-found gift that I have given to you; let me help you hurt all those that have hurt you or those that you hate. Let me help you m'boy; let me be your mentor and it will not belong until your name is a feared as mine by those that dwell within the confines of the musty Castle. Allow all the spirits of the great wolves of the past to guide you in your rite of passage from mortality to immortality. May Ornlu, Wolf of the North; grant you the courage and the strength to over come all in your path. May the brothers, Skoll and Hatti, grant you endurance and cunning even as they chase the Sun and the Moon to their doom."
"And may he that dwells in the skies above, Railyn; grant you what he has already granted to me. The nobler goal in life; to see that all lycankind may triumph over the infidel, those humans of the Castle; so that we may live out our lives in peace. Such as those wolves before us, and now m'boy, my son and successor; will you accept what I offer to you?"
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Post by Chailyn (away) on Dec 18, 2005 3:13:11 GMT
"Isn't this an interesting spectacle?" As ever, the exact source of the remark was unidentifiable until such time as the woman chose to reveal herself. Like a ghost, her form parted with the shadows, revealing it's self to be the tall figure of a lycan woman, the hair of whom was a shock of wild back curls, tumbling down to the small of her back. Her gaunt face was lit with the slightest trace of amusement as she openly surveyed the scene before her.
Strolling over to where the boy lay, she lent over to peer into his face. Seemingly satisfied, her gaze moved to the other male. "Fenris, m'dear ... shall I offer you my congratulations?" Her mouth was curved in amusement as she looked from father to son and back again. "I might question the haste with which you made this decision," she began, her tone not quite reprimanding, "yet I'm sure you have a very valid reason for what you did." Her approval bestowed, Chailyn turned to each member of the party in turn, eyes widening ever so slightly as she looked between the two demonesses. However, the words that seemed to forming as her lips parted appeared to think better of divulging themselves, and died as she pressed her lips together once more, turning to the human girl of the party. One whom she recognised all too well.
The Prefect and lycan had always shared a companionship of a peculiar nature. The loathing that filled Chailyn every time a human registered on her senses did not extend to the younger woman, for reasons that she doubted many in the current company understood, if they had even registered that there was any such bond. "Laura, my greetings," she offered, laying a hand on the shoulder of the younger woman. "It seems that you have lost your touch somewhat in my extended absence. I trust you haven't gone soft?" Cruel nails dug deep into the soft flesh of the girl, but to her credit she didn't flinch, merely continuing to hold the gaze of the lycan Elder. "No? I'm delighted to hear it." The pressure of the nails were removed, Chailyn feeling slightly mollified.
"Yet," she began once more, languidly gesturing to the black haired youth, "You've failed this one, it seems. What will you do, my dear? Tell your Head Mistress that you were unable to prevent the turning of a student under your protection?" She enquired lightly, assuming a slow pace around the circle. "Frankly, I care very little about those troubles, as you well know. Your commitment to the school has ever been and will continue to be a source of astonishment for me, nevertheless each to their own." Turning back to the younger woman, Chailyn's lips twisted in a slightly provocative smile. "I'm far more interested in the behaviour of the youth. To offer his life in place of yours, now that is a true sacrifice. I would very much be interested to know what prompted his offer of martyrdom."
The smirk lingered, and the woman turned her back on Laura. Walking to a fallen log, the lycan Elder alighted on it, folding her hands in her lap. The perfect model of ladylike cordiality, somewhat marred by her matted locks and ragged attire. "Please, forgive my intrusion." she murmured, her enigmatic smile undimmed.
(ooc) By the way, that was a lovely post, Fenris. And do forgive my own – I felt it appropriate that I reply.
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Matticus
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Post by Matticus on Dec 19, 2005 0:41:56 GMT
His ploy had worked! But... not to the extent that Matticus had so wished it to. The snarling voice that boomed throughout his mind, from one boundary to the other, had made him flinch, but not enough to make the chains complain of his movement. It seemed, strangely enough, that not only was the great Lycan's mind occupied by his own mind, but also by another? Because no one had said aloud any protests that the Lycan had implied.
The massive creature was surely mad. But he couldn't tell from appearances, because he wasn't exactly facing the beast, having the thought he was to die. 'The girl...' The girl. Laura! She would live. Though in most cases Matticus couldn't have cared at all for another's life (perhaps it was the attachment of the jokes and teasing words he said and did with her), he was glad that Laura was to live.
But when the overly large wolf asked him of this, he didn't say anything, concealing his thoughts in the boxes of his mind. He hadn't left much of a chance for Matticus to keel backward in attempt to shy from the attack, and that brought on the thought; Would Matticus have moved if he was given the chance? Of course not! The boy let out a suppressed cry from the pain, though it was nothing he hadn't felt before.
Being a druggie had that effect on others. But the bite that he had done was definitely different. It coursed its way through the blood vessels of his, carrying the disease-like infection further and further into his body. It made him swear and curl into a tight ball on the forest floor, where surely his embarrassments would have become apparent. No, the pain was too great for him to ignore.
All he had heard of the mighty Lycan's speech was "...will you accept what I offer to you?" Amid a violent swipe of his hand at himself, eventually Matticus had been able to say (though it probably wasn't the wisest of things!) "I don't... have a choice... really. I accept..." If being the creature's 'son' as he had called the boy wasn't everything it was cracked up to be, then he could always end it. Couldn't he?
Another approached, another spoke. Was there no end to the Forest's inhabitants? But she spoke clearly to Laura, who's reaction Matticus couldn't see, having convulsed over and over again. He moved enough to see the tattered woman apply pressure (who he couldn't tell was another Lycan) into the prefect's shoulder, almost enough to stab her fingers beneath the girl's skin.
Matticus let out a protesting growl, but it was almost equivalent to the loudness of a squeaking mouse.
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Post by Laura (away) on Dec 19, 2005 1:49:04 GMT
No, it wasn't happening. It was too sudden, to horrific ... a waking nightmare.
Laura's skin shone ice pale as she stood there, transfixed in utter horror as she watched the monster's jaw sink into the shoulder of the youth. What had she done? Standing there, her wand hung limply, held between her forefinger and thumb. Even if she could have broken through the icy shock, there was no spell that she could perform now to stop the infection. Oh God, why had she just stood there? Surely, had she not been bound by terror she could have cursed the beast, burning him ... but what would have happened them. The creature would surely have killed them both, along with the dry forest floor being a perfect environment to start a great fire, slaughtering countless, nameless forest animals.
Slowly, with incredible effort, Laura forced the nausea out of her mind, her breathing gradually becoming less shallow. Now is not the time to fall to pieces, the sensible part of her mind snapped, boring it's way through the icy numbness that encircled her brain and announcing it's self in agonising clarity.
Finally, the Lycan Elder had arrived. Relief – sweet, beautiful relief swept through her mind, as Chaliyn addressed the monster. So she wasn't dead, and she still ruled the forest lycans ... yet what did this matter now. Laura turned her gaze away from the gathering for a moment, staring off into the black distance, before her attention was once again demanded. Laura didn't move a muscle as the woman addressed her, even as she provoked her. Dimly aware of the woman's nails cutting through her shirt and deep into her skin, Laura held her gaze. Physical pain such as this was nothing that she couldn't handle.
As the woman continued to speak, Laura had to fight back anger. Yes, she knew she had failed, she knew that the consequences were dire. Did the woman have to remind her of it? Well, perhaps that was the price she payed to keep her life and therefore had no right to complain. "Yes, ma'am," she muttered resentfully, speaking for the first time since Matticus had been bitten. "I realise that you believe my loyalty to the school is irrational, and I in turn find your obsession with blood somewhat of a challenge to understand. We all have our differences." Silly really, to jeopardise her safety for the sake of a comeback. Laura was past the point of caring.
Her attention returned Matticus, now curled on the ground in apparent agony. Once more, hot tears threatened to spill down her cheeks, but she bit her lip hard, and once more was composed. 'How could this have happened?' Again and again, her mind demanded the reason for the unanswerable. 'And after this meeting, do you think you'll ever see him again?'
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Fenris Fenrir
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Dec 19, 2005 2:37:05 GMT
Even as the madman knelt beside his newly-made son, he smiled at the sound of Chailyn's voice, though he did not turn his head to look at her immediately. For there was a fatherly look in that lycan's eyes and for once did he care about something of his own creation. "I thank you Chailyn, for I think that some form of congratulations are in order, though we shall both see whether or not my haste will affect this siring. Though you ask for a reason and you shall not recieve one, but two. This boy; his manner in action and in word, was surprisingly brave for that of a human. Instead of pleading, he took a gamble and offered himself up in place of the girl. Though the second reason is something of a more personal matter, you shall know this; father and son are both alike though it may not be seen. I think with time, this boy shall become a worthy addition to our numbers." Yet while Chailyn was casually talking to this girl like she was an old friend, Fenris caught sight of the girl's tears. What was there to cry about? She had been spared from consumption by the boy's actions, the theory of Rutherford and now by Chailyn herself. Standing from his son's side, Fenris walked over so that he towered over the girl; alongside of Chailyn. "Why is it that you weep little one? Surely you cannot be grateful right now and you should know that tears are out of the question. You live and are unharmed in a situation that few escape unharmed in the first place; yet you still cry. You are not hurt; you are no infant, so that leaves only one option. You cry for the sake of the my boy", said Fenris; sneering openly with his last sentence, "But he means nothing to you, for you are a Prefect or so you say. Prefects are not meant to have attachments; it interfers with their work. So Prefect, have you finally decided to break the rules of your own kind; are you that lonely that you would go after a young man such as this? What now that he is my family now; would that change things since I am an enemy of the School and you sworn to defend it?" "Tell me what it is you feel girl; allow me one small glimpse like that and it will be over. You can return and mourn for the loss of a student, but be sure to make a toast for a new life. Yet there is one thing that you must do; if what you say is true and that is boy is a cousin of the Head; then tell her that he is now mine and that I wish to talk with her, on neutral ground of course. For I am certain that she would die to meet her newest relation. And now; spill your secret girl; how do you feel about this boy and why?" ooc: Sorry about that; tis a bit on the small side. I guess too much partying does that to you
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Matticus
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Post by Matticus on Jan 2, 2006 2:26:05 GMT
(Well I would reply, but it seems it isn't my turn as of yet. Is anyone else game, or has Fenrir scared every one off?)
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Lothani
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Post by Lothani on Jan 2, 2006 11:13:40 GMT
When the knees of the rather pale demoness began to falter, Lothani knew that she had caused something that she couldn't go back on. Not that she wanted to. This Rapah was there, and stood by what she had done. Though she would never understand what propelled Mai to attack properly, the frilled demoness wouldn't ever comprehend why she had made her moves on Eurus that fateful night. It was plain to see that the moment Mai had come into the scene with Eurus dying at her clutches that Lothani had stepped into a feud that was none of her business.
But either way, it happened. And Lothani was not about to back down.
"No, no it is not." Snarled the sickened woman toward the Rapah. She almost looked like a little human child that found out that Christmas had been cancelled. The type of child that Lothani had killed not so long ago, along with the chauffer who's hat she had taken and was now wearing on her bonnet. Tipping that hat in kudos to the demoness, she smiled abruptly, which broke just as quickly as her bones had done. That single moment Mai had pulled her hands away from snapping the woman's wrists, Lothani's tail whipped around and spiked itself, stabbing one broken wrist after another.
In two sickening snaps, just as they had been heard earlier, her hands flicked backward to their original, unbroken stature, with just a few trickles of blood leaking from sealed wounds that her tail caused. "What a shame," stated Lothani in a smiling, bouncing tone, as if her Christmas and birthday had come all in one time. Whilst the others had their own affairs, as the elder of the forest Lycans came to observe the turning of a stupid human boy, Lothani’s smile broadened.
"How could you..." The first response for a reply or retort toward Mai was for the demoness to say something along the lines of 'Quite easily.' But of course, the venomous and poisonous creature merely bit back the words, and twisted her glance at Mai toward the Lycans and their catch. Fenris looked like he was having the time of his life, having it returned to him at first, then having a new son at the same time, along with the elder Lycan's approval. It was all just fun and games for them, but it was plainly obvious that the prefect girl was more than shaken from the ordeal.
"Fenris, congratulations," Lothani slid toward the Lycan's ears, whilst wrestling it back on the distraught demoness. Of course, she had hurt someone close to Mai, and that would always be painful, but there was no reason to drag it on, when Mai had obviously dealt with it and Eurus after Lothani had left. If Mai should have launched an attack, Lothani could deal with it, and there would be no reason to bring Fenris's alliance with her into it. No.
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Jan 2, 2006 12:03:40 GMT
No indeed. Lothani had not hurt someone close to Mai. She had hurt Mai. Though it continued to prove impossible to penetrate that thick woman's mind with this fact. What had happened, had happened, and Mai found it considerably rude that she would not even receive an apology for it. There was an element of respect that had once been held between the two demonesses, and although the rapah had done something very sinister to Mai, the pale-haired demoness had at one point been willing to forgive, not forget, but put aside. Not anymore. Lothani made her sick. Though then again, she had that effect on most people. Lothani tipped her hat, and Mai's finger struck through the air, raised at the center of her hand with a cynical glare settled on her porcelain face. When Lothani stated the shame, Mai's fingers relaxed and she gracefully slid her forefingers past her cheeks to wipe her tears away, simply ignoring the s***-eyed demoness. At that moment the rapah turned away from Mai and looked on toward the man she had poisoned. The Lord of the Hunt. Mai smirked. Lothani bid Fenris congratulations, and the pale-haired demoness tilted her head slightly, observing Lothani all the while. No, Mai had not dealt with it at all, though she was about to. Mai was about to launch an attack, though this one would remain verbal. The kitten before her, she now realised, was nowhere near worth her time or effort. In fact. She was worthless. "You cannot even look me in the eye." Mai hissed to Lothani as she continued to look toward Fenris. The pale demoness walked closer, raising her hands to rest on either hip. "You are a rude, insecure, selfish, pussycat." The demoness shot slowly, insult after insult. If Lothani had any heart underneath that cling-wrap of latex, she would burn. Eventually. "You cannot curl your claws around any man, and have him love you. So you tried to steal mine." Mai narrowed her gaze, a delicious smile delving into her beautiful expression. "You could not even rid yourself of loneliness in any sensible way, so you poisoned the Lord of the Hunt himself, to forcibly make him an ally." Mai's head tilted to the other direction, and she looked Lothani up and down. "Tut, tut, Lothani." She scolded, toying with the other demoness, before backing away in a teasing manner. "One would have hoped a woman, no, a demoness like you could ensnare any man for true love, whisper an apology to who could have been an ally to death, and look after yourself far better than you have. Why, you are honestly less than the kitten you take the form of; a furred creature in need of a cuddle, who only knows how to use her bite." Mai smirked once more, and her brow quirked to the heavens. "You don't even seem to know who you are, let alone what you want." Her gaze softened. Her wings suddenly unfolded from her shoulder blades and she soared up into the canopy. Breaking through a gap in the top she whispered a telepathic goodbye to the other demoness, her voice holding her own venom now. "You could have been beautiful Lothani."
It stung.
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Lothani
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Post by Lothani on Jan 12, 2006 0:48:15 GMT
Lothani's eyes snapped straight back to Mai. "Conclude to whatever you like. I don't lose sleep over it. You seem to have the idea that everyone in this forest needs your approval to be somebody. I have news for you, my dear, porcelain Demoness," The Rapah demon paused, not once allowing any hint of emotion through her teeth, though it was very tempting to fake the same dripping maliciousness that the other was showing. She brought a clawed finger up to her lips in a feigned gasp with wide eyes. "We don't need you. I don't need you. Holding yourself higher than everyone around you, yet being no different to the rest of the fantastic creatures in this Forest." "Tut tut, Mai" But the words that Mai had tried to make Lothani hurt with barely slid off her back, because what she said was true. The amber-eyed creature didn't care. And why should she? She had no reason to. Mai had it all wrong, and the pale demoness didn’t even know it. What a shame. But the other was gone, and most likely wouldn't return (ooc: because that's what happens when one leaves a thread). She made it seem like they had been friends once, that creamy-tressed creature. As if they had been so close to one another. But they had nothing together, nothing that was being cornered. When nothing is cornered, it doesn't matter at all. Because it is nothing. Naught in existence. And one having to resort to throwing insults obviously had nothing else to throw. Again, a shame it was. She could have been beautiful.
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Post by Laura (away) on Jan 30, 2006 11:41:23 GMT
A worthy addition to our numbers. So the youth's fate seemed to be sealed; Matticus would live the rest of his life in brutality and utter contempt for those once of his own kind. What an existence to lead. Laura could understand Chailyn, she was born and raised a lycan, thriving from the violence that kept their kind alive. Yet, she simply could not conceive how one could be made into a monster, or at least, accept their fate without becoming mad. Perhaps this was it ... and yet, Hayzie had survived her lycanhood. But Hayzie was a true exception to just about any rule in the book. Laura had seen too many fall to believe that Matticus' soul would survive the ordeal of a lycan's life.
As the monster – Fenris was his name – addressed her, the tears slowed and ceased, fury pouring through her veins, burning through each muscle, searing her skin. How dare he speak to her so calmly, after what he had done. Here was a prime example of what becoming a lycan would do to one's spirit. No conscience to speak of, the void filled with dire cruelty and mirthless malevolence.
"What can a bea-" The prefect cut herself off hastily. The worst possible thing she could do would be to anger the lycans, especially in the presence of Chailyn. The treaty she possessed was hard-earned, and not something to throw away in the heat of the moment. Breath in, breath out ... she had regained her composure, and brought her eyes back to Fenris' face. "Forgive me," she began once more, her tone even. "But I fear that one such as yourself, not bound by such mortal duties, would not understand my reaction." Her tone was enigmatic, but the icy glaze of her eyes told a thousand words.
"Think what you will. Perhaps I'm yet another melodramatic schoolgirl, perhaps – as you implied – desperate for him." She snorted derisively, her jaw twitching slightly, "Highly unlikely, as I only made his unfortunate acquaintance this very evening." Laura was no fool; she hardly thought it wise to embark upon a deep and meaningful with this creature. Curt and unrevealing was how she must remain. "And you ask about the relations with the school?" Her lip curled slightly as she held his eyes in her own. "I find it hard to understand how you can gain pleasure from bringing pain to others, pitting peers against each other. A kind of sadism that disgusts me, quite frankly." Her attention turned to the youth. "The next move will be the choice of Matticus. I cannot speak for him, as to whether he wishes to bring our sides out of the cold war and into true bloodshed. What would he have me do?"
(ooc) My sincere apologies for the wait.
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