-Roan-
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Dec 20, 2005 20:13:28 GMT
Post by -Roan- on Dec 20, 2005 20:13:28 GMT
OOC: Invite only. Sorry!
Was this all justified? Roan tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep. It had been like this for days. Was what I did the right thing to do? Question after question nagged at her mind and wouldn’t leave her be. He was a madman, someone had to do something! Abruptly the Hufflepuff sat up and swung her legs over the bed, and placed her elbows on her knees and head in her hands. Hazel eyes stared down into the floor as if they were trying to make a hole. He attacked me first! But that little voice that Roan hated crept up on her, her conscience. No he didn’t, not by the lake, not at the graveyard. You attacked first, you were the one to initiate combat. With a grumble the Hufflepuff fell back onto the numerous blankets of her bed and put her hands over her face, thinking about what she had to do. Nothing she had done to Fenris Fenrir had been truly justified. This was her fault. And it was time to make amends for that, and get some information along the way. “I cant believe I’m doing this…”
With another sigh the girl forced herself off the bed and over to the trunk that lay at its foot. Trembling hands opened it and began to shift through all the layers of clothes and throw selected ones behind her. Leaving the trunk open she proceeded to put all of it on, a hard task. Since the day at the graveyard where she experienced harsh cold at a demoness’s hand, Roan had been sensitive to winter’s chill. So instead of just going out in robes and a cloak like she used to do, the Hufflepuff donned warm muggle’s clothing instead. A black sweater and jeans, with boots, gloves, and a scarf. All black, she didn’t want to be seen where she was going, just heard. “You are going to get yourself killed…” She mumbled to herself as she tied her long brown hair up into a bun to keep it out of her face. Roan would not be initiating any combat, but that didn’t mean Fenris wouldn’t. She actually expected some, and realized that this may be the last time she saw her bedroom. Tonight she was to be passive.
About ten minutes later Roan was walking outside and headed towards the forest. Snow crunched under her boots and fell in her hair. The wind was howling, but so far, that was the only thing to be heard. The witch’s wand was out in front of her, shedding the only light to be seen that night. Not even the mood showed her lovely face that night. Finally the Hufflepuff student was at the edge of the forest, and at a place near the graveyard. This is where she hoped to find Fenris and talk to him. Taking a deep breath, the girl moved quickly, like a shadow, and ran inside. Keep calm, don’t attack. Its time for a little bit of peace in this war, lets see if you can learn anything. No harsh words, and you will be fine. Give him no reason to attack. Finally she stopped, having gone a ways in. Now came a tricky part of her plan. With trembling hands and voice, she whispered “Nox” and let the light from the wand go out. Now there was no light in the forest to help her in sight. Bending down she placed the wand in front of her and backed away. Now she was unarmed, and probably the most foolish mortal that ever lived.
“Fenris Fenrir. I know you are in here, or somewhere within the sound of my voice. I call parley, a truce for the time being, to come and speak in peace. I mean you no harm, I just want to talk. I come here unarmed, its time someone learned your side of this story. Many unjustices have been commited against you in the process of this war, and several have been my fault. I wish to make up for those mistakes and learn a bit more about what is going on here. Come out and talk to me Fenris.” Her voice was loud and echoed through the forest. Thankfully it was dark and nobody could see how she trembled. Cold air brushed against her face and seemed to sting almost. Time moved slowly, and a second felt like an hour. Her breath was a steamy fog in front of her. One more she whispered, wrapping her arms around her. “Come on Fenris, don’t prove me wrong, come out and speak.”
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Fenris Fenrir
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Dec 20, 2005 23:07:44 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Dec 20, 2005 23:07:44 GMT
"Injustices you say? Since when would any human that bears love for that school, and you out of them all; the one who's life has been altered the most by me say that I have suffered injustices or even acknowledge that fact", said a voice from out of the shadows to Roan's left. Materializing from out of the darkness and shadow, of both the Forest and his mind, Fenris Fenrir stepped closer enough so that Roan could tell that it was him. So she wanted a truce; to hear the other side of Fenris Fenrir; the one that mankind had negelected.
"Why is it you wish to know the side of a story told be the antagonist in this tale? It is clear that many have formed their opinions of what I am; word has reached my ears that several letters were sent to the Ministry not too long ago. Now this might be just random guessing, or not even true at all; but it nags at my heart to think that they have asked to have me slaugthered by this ministry of theirs.", said Fenris; his heavy and bass voice dripping with both emotion and perhaps...even a hint of fear? "All you humans want to see of the last of me; don't even try to change my opinion there. Never did they wish to see Dr. Rutherford when he first came to Hogsmeade and now they will not see me for what I am now. Yet you wish a truce; then you shall have a truce. You want my side of the story? Then you have it; but alter any of it and I will kill you. Tell the Ministry of this and you will hang from the highest tree in the Forest as bait for the carrion birds. So we start from the beginning and time to let one more member of this world see the other half of Fenris Fenrir."
Soon Fenrir's hair started to grow fairer in complexion; from raven black to nordic blond. The color of his eyes let go of their black pools of hatred and were replaced by calm and philosophical ones of sea-blue. From the dismal reachs of Fenrir's brain came the first to own this body; Richard Rutherford had come to tell his tale; then Fenrir would tell his. The kinder, nobler side of Fenris Fenrir; the one that would not be let out.
"I was born in Pembroke, a town in Wales to a wizarding family. And when I was 11, I was sent to a school with a name that I dare not remember, but it was as great as Hogwarts and Magical Horizons. It was there that my unquenchable thirst for knowledge was first kindled and extinguished at the same time."
It was only a few years into the school that I found out that I did not have the powers that my family posessed; I was an odd ball. A squib", said Richard Rutherford bitterly as he paced about the Forest floor; his right hand clenching into a fist in anger, "And so they thought that being a squib; I could not accomplish what others of my age could. but they were mistaken; I studied longer and harder than any wizard of my class, and it wasn't long before I was near the top of the class. It was shortly after that I was kicked out of the school."
"I never knew why; they had never told me but rumor held that they didn't want a squib in their midst any longer. So I cast off magic as they cast off me. I left my mother and Father and ventured out into the Muggle world. It was there that I studied and for once, I was respected for my talents. I became a doctor of medicine and a naturalist; two of the most interesting fields. Though it was not long before others grew jealous that I had advanced so quickly; so I was shunned. And in turn I shunned them, but that was my greatest mistake. I never talked to anyone, shut myself in my office at all times and never bothered to say anything to anyone. You would not know what it felt like to be me at that time.", continued Richard Rutherford though his voice had started to quiver with grief.
"No man should have to lose that much to simply be accepted for who and what he is. I lost love, friends, everything that I held dear. And I wept; oh it is terrible to recall how long I did so. So; I decided to try one last thing to ease my dying psyche. And that was to come here; I had not forgotten the magical creatures, for as a naturalist all creatures intrigued me. Someone told me in passing, for they were drunk, that lycans lived in these woods and so I came to observe them. They really are magnificient creatures; it is a shame that my barbaric brother within soils their name a little too much with his warmongering.", sighed Richard as his hand caressed his temples. Though he knew what came next in the story, but he didn't want any to know that he and Fenrir were still prone to emotions like love and caring.
"Now to shorten events that I particually dislike. It was not long after first going into the Forest to try and find these lycans that I met some, though their hospitality was not the best. Dazed and injuried, I stumbled out of the far side of the Forbidden Forest, hoping that I had put the lycans behind me; only to fall down a slope and land right in front of their tunnels. It was there that silence would have served me well, but I did not hold my tongue; and it was then that Fenris Fenrir was born from the bite of the lycancess Cealla. Though here is where I shall stop my tale; that is all that I can remember. The rest of this tale must be told by my brother, despite his falls and shortcomings. Any questions before I allow him to take over, because once I leave; I cannot control him. If I could; he would not be fighting in this war for a human, but he would fight against those that have hurt him. For every injury that is dealt to Fenrir; it only increases his resolve to harm, maim; and kill."
"So think long and well before I depart this world of the living to dwell in the vast confines of our shared being.", said the kindly voice of Rutherford, yet a smile creeped onto his face; the kind that one would expect an old man to give a bright child, "Though I must say; I doubt that any will believe you. Only the foolish would say that they know Fenris Fenrir, and it is those fools that sometimes shape the face of this Earth. Such irony, no?"
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-Roan-
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Dec 21, 2005 0:04:45 GMT
Post by -Roan- on Dec 21, 2005 0:04:45 GMT
Roan just about jumped when she realized Fenris was there. She had been expecting him yes, but darkness added a bit of suspense. She immediately turned so she was facing the lycan, forcing all anger out of her. This is not what you came here for so calm down. “Hello Fenris.” Her voice was quiet and calm, controlled. This encounter was going to be different then the last three. “Just because you have affected my life in bad ways, and you are disliked by others, some may even want you dead, doesn’t give anyone the right to do an injustice to you. And it certainly doesn’t give me the right to not make amends. As for wanting to learn your story, I don’t want ignorant. I want know if we are attacking you with good reason or not.” Hazel eyes softened and watched as Fenris transformed, knowing it was time to listen.
The Hufflepuff took a few steps back into a tree so she could lean against it, and concentrated on the new form before her. This isn’t Fenris… But Roan didn’t have time to think as she was plunged into this story. It seemed there was more to this so called evil lycan than most would think. She nodded at appropriate times, and shifted her weight. There was no way to show him she was listening, he kept going and she didn’t want to interrupt and paraphrase. But the girl got enough out of it. When he finished she put her head down for a moment and thought before speaking. “Being an outcast is…a horrible thing to be. It explains a lot of things, like a little of his anger towards humans. What I don’t understand, is why he turned to the lycans and thought them superior after he was was turned into one. I mean, I know he felt probably…separated…from humans, but to turn his back on them entirely?”
Once again she shifted her weight, gathering her arms tighter as calm hazel eyes wandered for a moment. It was easier to voice her thoughts aloud, where they could be heard and answered. “And, even if Fenris, and you, were outcast from humans and felt a little rejected. Do you think you gave everyone a chance before dooming all of us humans? Those that you met may not have wanted you, but I know there are people who would have been kind. How is it that you both decided to hate us all without giving us all a chance. I would have never attacked Fenris had he not scared the living daylights out of me. If he had been kind, like many humans, I would have been kind back. And even if before becoming a lycan he had no magical powers, not all wizards would have rejected them. There is so much more I wish to understand. Knowing your past helps a bit. Think I would have attacked you had I known?”
A small smile came across her face. "Its a shame you dont get to come out much, for if Fenris decided to show his lighter side, then maybe people wouldnt hate him so much. Thank you for your side of the story, and for being rational. I dont know if I can count on that for this entire conversation. There is a lot more I wish to know about Fenris, your past isnt enough. Think about, if you can convince me that its not right to attack you, you may lose an enemy by talking. Isnt this easier than attacking people?" Her eyes narrowed a bit as her breath came out as a fog. Roan picked up her left leg and put it against the tree she was leaning against. The thing was still sore from being attacked by Fenris. It seemed so strange to be here in the pitch black forest, one of the most dangerous places on the grounds, speaking to the madman she hated on peaceful terms. Many injuries she had to account for his anger and madness, and yet, here they were. These days get stranger and stranger.
“I have a question for you, not Fenris Fenrir, you. For I can tell you are quite different people. You seem calmer, kinder, more respectable. Why did you lose control of Fenris, allow him to take over you? He is a monster, you are a scientist, surely there had to have been something you could have done. Unless you let him take over willingly? What happened that caused you to become like you are, a monster?” Her hazel eyes narrowed for a second, for she had been afraid of this question. It was touchy, harsh, something the Hufflepuff wanted to avoid. She wanted to angry confrontation, but this was a question that had to be answered. What sane man let a mad one take over them?
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Dec 21, 2005 1:49:54 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Dec 21, 2005 1:49:54 GMT
For a split second, Richard's face contorted into something akin to his insane body-brother; his calm, sea-blue eyes aflame and determined to prove a point to his girl; he strode forward with a purpose. "You would call me a monster?", snapped Richard; his temple throbbing in frustration, "You have no idea what it was like for me when that entity entered into my mind! Do not try to ask questions where the answers are worth more than reckoned for! I am not weak and do not make passes at me that seem to say so!" Those angry word were followed by a harsh backslap to Roan's face; the anger that Richard felt could no longer be contained.
But after he had struck the girl, Richard staggered back; as if in a daze and collasped into a seated position on the floor of the Forest. The civil and kinder Dr. Rutherford showed once more; leaves tangled in his hair from the fall. "Forgive me child...that was uncalled for. It's just that is a weakness of mine. Despite all the knowledge that I posess; I cannot break Fenrir's hold over me, for he is me. I think another explanation is in order.", said Richard as he rose to his feet shakily, and walked so that he could stand at the side of Roan.
"Fenris Fenrir was born from my anger and hatred that I had stored so deeply in my mind and heart. Hatred toward use that can manipulate things around them, magic; anger toward those who would not accept me for what I was; animosity toward all human beings for what they are. You think that I could stop my anger and hatred in it's raw and purest form? A force that had been building up for 23 years of my life? You place to much confidence in my abilities. I could not stop it long after he first came to be. Though as a scientist; I do have a theory as to how he gained control so quickly."
Stroking his beard as he thought how to best word this, Richard's eyes wondered about the clearing; nervous that some creature of unfriendly nature would come forth. For Fenrir was the fighter; Richard was not and he feared that fact. He feared how helpless he was when science did not provide an answer for him. "Lycanthrophy is a disease; it travels through one's bloodstream until it reachs every part of your body including the brain. I was filled with pain, and I was not looking into my mind; I was trying to stop focusing on the agony that racked my body. At that point; it was all to easy for Fenrir to take over."
"I am not weak; Fenrir is simply too strong for me. So strong; that I have been thrust from my body and he rules in my stead. But for the rest of my life, I am cursed to live with him; as he is cursed to live with me.", said Rutherford, "Though I would never let him take over without a fight; I had not the tools to win the war." Now his knees wobbled some more and the scientist that few knew and less would remember fell backward against the tree and slide to the floor. And there he wept."
"Why was I too weak to stop him? Why couldn't I stay sane? I had the power, but now I no longer have even a chance! Now no one shall remember Richard Rutherford. His love; buried in Wales. His friends believe him to be dead. His contributations to the scientific world, in the study of carnivoires, will be all that remains of him should Fenrir finally decided to shut me out completely. So..perhaps I am a monster, but at least I am a monster that tried to prevent the rise of a fiercer one."
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-Roan-
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Dec 21, 2005 2:28:40 GMT
Post by -Roan- on Dec 21, 2005 2:28:40 GMT
Roan was completley shocked when Richard stuck out at her. It was her reward for barbed words. Be more careful, dont make him do more than slap you. A shaking small hand went to her face none the less as the Hufflepuff forced all anger from her eyes. She came in peace and would remain that way. But that didnt mean his action would go unpunished. "What was that for, were my words that harsh for you to strike me. I thought you were calmer than your other half, and here you are acting like he is!" But even though her words were angry, the girl was already settling down and realizing the man had more to say. Frankly, Roan had no more reason to stay now that he had become hostile.
Still she listened to every word that came out of his mouth. Instead of hating Fenris now, she pitied him. Pitied what he had become and why. This wasnt his fault. It shocked her even more when the man fell to the forest floor and wept. With shaky legs she lowered herself down too, careful of her knee. Kindness now shone in her hazel eyes. "You are not weak. It was wrong of me in the first place to even speak of it. Just because Fenris is a bad person, doesnt mean you are too. You said you are a scientist, do you think there is something science could do for you?" It was hard to see the man's face in the pitch black, but she could tell it was probably stained with tears.
Hesitantly she removed one of her hands from their place around her waist. Last time she had touched Fenris he had freaked out and threw her into the shallows of the lake. She had to hope that Richard would be different. Lightly she placed that hand on the man's shoulder and looked at him with her hazel eyes. "Look now, you are controlling Fenris, arent you? You have remained your normal form for a few minutes now. This, who you are now, is not a monster. I was wrong to say that. Maybe you could try and control him a bit more." Roan knew that was illogical, that if he could control that monster side he would have done it long ago. But the girl wanted to say something, anything to try and comfort him. "You have given me a lot to think about."
Roan sat for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts. "I want to ask you a question. Before I must talk to Fenris, for it he whom I came to speak to. He is the one I must know. Do you think what he is doing to the school is justified? You seem to share some of his hatred for people in general. Do you even know what he is doing to this school?" Her voice was quite and calm, and she bit her lip for a second. "Is there anything you could do to make him stop? Attacking that is. You seem to have some control over that lycan half. I just want to protect my friends. You may be able to do something about it. I came to see if I was right in attacking him, I want him to stop. But, from what I heard, I will never attack Fenris again. This isnt his fault. It isnt your fault."
Once again the Hufflepuff paused. Up until that moment she had been crouching, but now she sat fully down, the lower part of her legs curling under her. The night seemed more quiet and colder. "Is there anything I could do to help you with Fenris. I feel bad, I brought this out. Its my fault, I should have never came out into the forest to speak to Fenris. Im sorry." That was the oddest thing she had ever said to someone she used to hate. Up until that moment she had wanted to blame Fenris for her injuries, her sore knee, her fury, her change in mood. But she couldnt. Sitting in front of this broken down man had erased that in her. "I pity you, truly. And Fenris, if you can hear me in there. I pity you too, neither you nor your other half deserved the pain you recieved." It was as if all she had believed to be true, all she believed to be justified came crashing down. You should have never come to a conclusion that Fenris was pure evil without speaking to him first. Now you have learned your lesson.
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