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Post by Carmen on Dec 29, 2005 3:40:25 GMT
It hardly surprised the girl when Mai healed herself after stabbing her gut. But it was still surprising to see someone jab herself with a clearly sharp blade. However, there was something she didn't expect from the demoness, and that was that she led Carmen through the fog without a word, directly toward the thinning trees. But the words that were finally said didn't occur to the girl, because her nose had been broken from a punch to the face, causing the girl to spin and fall to the ground on the outside of the forest threshold.
Knocked out, and in dreamland, the poor Hufflepuff had no idea how long time had passed as she lay there. Her hand was crushed, she had no wand, her pelvis had been broken in one place, and her mouth was closed with blood seeping through her lips from her tongue. Dead to the world, she would have appeared, but of course, another being came across her bloodied, battered and broken form.
He spoke into her subconscious, which woke the girl, revealing to Carmen that what had just happened wasn't a mere nightmare. No, it had actually happened, and she still had more to go through. s***… the girl thought to herself as she turned her head to the giant Lycan. She recognised it to be the same thing as Rogue was. Shuffling her body to one side, it became clear to her that she was actually outside the forest by quite a few metres.
Staring up at the Lycan, she glared dangerously, with her patience wearing thin. "Piss off. Don't say so much, because I'm not listening. Talk to me in normal words if you have to talk to me… otherwise I just won't pay attention…" she snarled in a hoarse voice. "Learn to not speak so much in a load of bulls*** Shakespearian terms, because no one like to listen to someone crapping on." Into the trees she stared, not once letting her broken gaze faulter.
"I'm not in your f***ing territory, so leave me alone." And at that, the girl used almost the rest of her effort to turn her back on the being, lying on her left side. She didn't care any more, and of course she had no patience for more beings and beasts that would decide to maim her further.
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Dec 29, 2005 13:22:25 GMT
'My; it would serve you well to lose that temper Dearie, for it is that kind of thing that is frowned upon in society these days', echoed Fenrir's thoughts in the blue-haired girl's subconscience, And those words of yours, I believe that you call them curses; refrain from using them. I do not curse at you; why curse at me? There are other ways of displaying emotions dearie; vulgarities solve nothing...well...that is in peaceful means. Though the girls reaction intrigued him greatly, for never before had someone even said anything of the sort to him.
They had always run from him, fought from him, or begged for mercy; but never had they the spirit in them to snap back at his remarks. Seating himself the wolf looked quisically at the girl and morphed into it's human form; clothed in black. "Perhaps you misunderstood me and since you don't like how I talk; I shall talk to you in a way I know you can understand", said Fenrir as he still watched the girl, "You; human. Me; lycan. Castle; yours. Forest; mine. There, and stop acting like a 5 year old dearie; or I shall continue to treat you as one. And; that little problem about terriotory; that can easily be rectified."
Fenrir stood from his position and grabbed the blue-haired girl back into the Forbidden Forest by her legs. But just as they passed the border; the towering lycan dragged her back out again. Back and forth; back and forth was what Fenrir did to the girl. "Here we go! To and fro; that's what makes the world go round! Do you get it now Dearie? It doesn't matter whether or not we are in the Forest, out of the Forest, or in Saipan for all I care. What does matter is that I have the ability to hurt you; to break you. And you..."
"Your innonence can do the same for me."
Letting go of the girl, who was back on the outskirts of the Forest, Fenrir turned his back to her and gazed up at the Sky. All those stars up there; it made him wonder which ones made up the Black Wolf that first visited him in his agony. But even if it was his ordained Fate to prove a challenge to all mankind, it was possible to let at least one off of the hook. To lull the others into a false idea of what Fenrir was like; or perhaps it was a bit of kindess from his mother that finally started to rub off.
Sighing heavily up to the lofty Heavens, Fenris closed his eyes and asked the girl, "What is your name child?"
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Post by Carmen on Dec 29, 2005 23:58:46 GMT
The twisted melting sound that came from behind Carmen, who now had her back to the Lycan, was either the transformation of his forms, which she had never seen, or his fur had melted off his form, and he was standing behind her, stark naked, as a wolf. Either way, the girl didn't want to turn around, no matter what he said. And he did talk to her, she was sure of that, because the girl made it the highest priority to ignore him.
"What the f*** does the fact that the forest is your territory have to do with anything?" Carmen snapped, but before she heard an answer, she was pulled through the forest threshold again. Over and over he shoved her, and if she wasn't in so much pain, and bleeding, the girl would have found it entirely boring. "You've made your point, you can move your arms!" she snapped, holding a fake happiness and surprise tone in her voice.
Finally the Lycan stopped, and still she lay on her side, not facing the beast. She honestly didn't want to be there, but there was no way she could get to the school by herself. Her wand had been crushed right after she had made the sparks shoot into the air. It made her have doubts that anyone at all had seen them. At least, anyone that could and would help. But there was something that made the girl burst into laughter.
What he said was humorous to a very large extent. "What is with you forest creatures? Do you always want to f***ing know what human's names are, and want to pretend to become their friend and as you would say 'lull them into a false sense of security'?" At this, Carmen turned herself over very painfully, with quite a few hisses and groans. "You're all f***ing cowards to do that! After Mai, I don't bloody trust any one of you blighters!"
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Dec 30, 2005 16:55:25 GMT
Despite the harshness of the girl's tongue and the fact that she didn't humor the simplest of wishes, Fenrir grinned in a strange manner as he turned about to stare down the girl. "Dearie, you want to know what is with us Forest creatures? Why we are the way we are?", asked Fenrir inquisitively, "then you shall hear the account of one. For many the Forest is a refuge; the demons that dwell there are expelled from Hell; the lycans that live there disagree with their brethren in the Tunnels, and as for whatever else is in the Forest; they have their own reasons."
Striding over to where he had deposited the girl, Fenrir's hands grasped her shoulders and lifted her to her feet. And lazily, Fenrir's right hand started stroking the girl's blue hair as if she were a pet. "You made an error though in your assumption Miss", murmered Fenrir as he continued stroking her hair, "Why would I try and lull you into becoming a friend when I have no friends? My life style makes it hard for friends to exist and to me; there is only family and the outside world. You are not my family; therefore you are not my friend nor do I wish you to become one."
"And as you do not trust me; I do not trust you. Your race has given me plenty of reasons not to believe in what you say, and if you know who I am; then it is wise not to trust me as well. I don't know who this 'Mai' is, but I assure you; she is not me. She is not a madman. She is not Fenris Fenrir.", said Fenris as his hands fell to his sides and he started to back away.
What was with this arrogant and uncivilized child? She was behaving exactly like a sterotypical human; always cursing where words could have solved anything. Did she want to make it seem that she was just like the others? That his daughter had been wrong in saying that not all humans were like the ones that he had faced or seen before? Still staring at this girl with his black eyes, Fenrir withdrew from his coat pocket and put on his glasses. And it was with those glasses, that a mishapened object became clear.
It was the full moon, the sign of the Werewolf, and most importantly; the warrior. The moon's pale reflection in the Sky set a yearning in his heart for something to slash, bite, mutilate and then destroy. But he still had company to entertain and as his mood worsened; his patience for rude guests thinned.
"I will ask you one more time and it shall be the last", said Fenrir; his voice rising between calm and a primitive growl, "I tried to be civil with you, but you wouldn't have it. I tried to extend mercy to you like so many of those students at the school said I should, that not all humans were like the ones that hurt me, but you try my patience Dearie. All you do is curse, cuss, and spit out vulgarities at me; you make yourself look all the more like those human qualities that I abhor and am compelled to purge from these grounds."
"What is your name?"
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Post by Carmen on Dec 31, 2005 0:14:24 GMT
Though the girl had turned on her side so that she had her back to the creature, he pulled her up to her feet and held her there, but only for just a moment or two. The weight of his hand gently brushing her hair on her head was enough to push the limits of her legs, because each time she stood and moved, shooting pain jolted from her spine through her pelvis and down inside her legs. Thus, once he stopped the random affection, Carmen shuddered.
But instead of swearing just that little bit more, there was something else on her mind which overpowered her thoughts of anger. "You have no friends, a good enough reason to want to have one." It was in a whisper that she spoke, because should she have spoken any louder, her voice would have broken on its hinges and snarled at her throat. The words were rushed, because in all truth, she didn't want to speak at all.
However, there was no way that the girl could go on with anything at all. The pain jolted through her back now as the blood pooled at her feet, and her knees buckled, sending the poor dear to the ground in a heap of outright sobs of pain and emotion. Her legs stayed tucked under her curled and broken body, and she pressed her forehead between the bent knees as she cried, letting the sobs rip and tear at her body like the demoness had done.
There was some determination that was enough to pause between her hard-earned crying to force out one word in two syllables, though cloaked in the darkness of another whisper. Car...men...
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Dec 31, 2005 1:43:59 GMT
"Friends; what good are friends when they can stab you in the back at a moment's notice.", said Fenrir in a dulled remanent of his former voice, "Admittedly they have their uses; but I have seen far too much betrayal in all my years to even consider having friends. Why have something you know is too good to be true?" But Fenrir noticed the girl quiver and then she collasped to the ground soon after. It was only after she collapsed to the ground that Fenrir really started to pay attention to her. And it was also then that he heard the whispered word that was the girl's name. Carmen.
A good name; a strong name. But it didn't match the girl that cried at his feet, yet she had her reasons. It was natural for all beings to cry when they were in pain or didn't understand things. And with the pool of her own blood at her feet, it was obivious as to what happened. Moving alongside the young girl, Fenrir lowered himself into a seated position beside her. His face was furrowed in a frown, for he didn't know what compelled him to do this for Carmen.
She wasn't any different from any other human in his eyes, but perhaps it was how she acted before him. Such a violent demeanor to start off with that broke down into sobs and tears. He always did have a fascination with children, though it varied from comforting them to consuming them in a single mouth-full. Perhaps it was the crying that moved the beast; even he cried sometimes, as unimaginable as it might sound.
Letting his right hand gently brush the wet cheek of the sobbing girl, Fenrir quietly whispered, "Hush now Carmen. There is no need to cry little one; you still have an entire lifetime ahead of you. Save those tears for later; why should you shed them outside of the fact that you are in pain? You should be strong; look what you have been subject to and look how you made it out alive. You are lucky Carmen; you are strong in ways that you may not see. Be thankful to what you have child; you are young, beautiful and whole. Be thankful for those things that you have."
Ironically, Fenrir was the exact opposite of everything that he said Carmen should treasure. He was no longer young; at age 34 he was nearing the end of his prime in just a matter of years. His body may have been considered desirable for sometime; that is before so much of it had been mutilated and ravanged. He was no longer whole; pieces of his body were missing as well as pieces of his sanity. Hence why he was like he was. Sometimes he would have bouts of humanity, such as this, and other times he would behave as he usually did.
As he sat besides the sobbing girl, Fenris' eyes started to water and his own tears started to mingle into his beard, Blinking back those emotions, Fenrir looked at the blue-haired girl again; what was the likelyhood of two opposites meeting? Very little to nothing; yet here they were. A broken girl and a broken man.
Fenrir stopped caressing Carmen's cheek and let it rest there as he said, "You cannot stay here Carmen. It is not safe; even right now you are not safe, for you are in the company of a madman. So before my insanity changes my disposition; I need to get you out of here. No arguements accepted; I am certain that your friends shall be worried and I am not one to disappoint."
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