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Post by Xavier on Dec 4, 2005 23:26:27 GMT
OOC: This post is open to anyone interested.
A figure approached the Lake in the early morning's darkness. A tall figure. Green, spiked hair, tanned skin, athletic build. A figure most women would want to investigate...if only the figure wasn't a Lycan. The Lycan known as Xavier reached the frozen Lake's edge, a towel draped over his shoulder and a small bag in his opposite hand. The Lycan set the towel down on a large rock not covered by the first snow of the winter season. It was cold - cold enough that Xavier could see his own breath. He didn't care. He needed what he came for.
The Lycan stripped down in the darkness, far away from the eyes of the students that inhabited the school. He walked out about ten feet from the lake's edge and stood on the thick ice that covered the lake. Then Xavier knelt down onto one knee and punched a hole in the ice with his superhuman strength. As the ice began crackling and breaking, Xavier calmly put down the small bag, took out a bottle of shampoo and another container containing a bar of soap, then pushed the bag back to the lake's edge along the ice. Finally the Lycan broke the ice further with his heel and, once the hole was big enough, the Lycan jumped into the freezing water. It felt SO good. As Xavier went under the surface of the freezing water, he shivered slightly, but quickly got used to the below-freezing temperature and surfaced into the cold night air. The vapor in his breath seemed to freeze in place as it left his mouth. The water droplets in his hair slowed down to almost a halt as the molecules that made them slowed down. The Lycan shook his head violently, freeing the droplets as his normally styled hair draped down his neck to his upper back. He pushed his long bangs aside and looked around. The darkness seemed to envelop him, with single dots of light eminating from the school's few windows that remained lit. Xavier grabbed the bottle of shampoo from the ice beside him and squeezed enough out to clean his hair thoroughly. Then Xavier, treading in the freezing water, applied the thick liquid to his long green hair and rubbed it in for a few minutes. His nerves screamed at him to get out of the water, but he didn't mind. The sharp feeling felt good. It let him know that he was alive.
As soon as he was finished, Xavier dove under the surface of the water and shook out his hair, rinsing each folacle of the soapy residue. He surfaced again, this time getting out, but sitting on the side of the ice by the hole. He grabbed the bar of soap from the container and, attempting not to let it slip from his hands, washed his body thoroughly, getting the dirt out of every pore in his skin. By the time he was done, a thin layer of soap suds covered every inch of his body, from his forehead down to the tips of his toes. He scrubbed hard, turning the skin red. This took several minutes to complete. Finally, Xavier put the soap back in the container and hopped into the water, diving under and swimming around under the surface for a little while until he needed to come up for air. As he did, Xavier wiped the hair out of his eyes and leaned his shoudlers up against the ice, resting his arms on its surface as he slowly moved his legs to keep his blood from freezing up in the water. Just about anyone else would have been insane to do this, but as a Lycan, Xavier had a few advantages over humans. He was much tougher, physically and mentally, and he could take punishment like this that no human could. Normal humans would have frozen in a matter of minutes. He had been in the water for almost a half hour. There he stayed for the moment, enjoying the cold silence.
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Post by Makira Blackthorne on Dec 5, 2005 3:18:51 GMT
The young second year Gryffindor was out by the Lake, insomnia took her over and she needed to be in a place of quiet, and decided the Lake was the best place for that. She even got out her sketchbook and did a few quick doodles, flipping rapidly through the pages. She hummed the old tune, Carwash and smiled to herself. She knew something was going wrong back home, but couldn’t bring herself to act upon it–so it insisted on revealing its ugly head. Her father had fallen ill with Lung Cancer. She stifled a couple of sobs as she finished a poem, complete with a rough sketch of her Dad.
As she looked on, she, thankfully, didn’t see the figure of her old Lycan friend, Xavier, who happened to just finish stripping down. The twelve year old glanced back at her sketchbook and sniffled at the picture and memory of her father, off in a hospital somewhere, suffering–and she wasn’t there to help him. Her mother had sent a Howler just to make sure of her stay at Magic Horizons–her Mum assured and reassured her of her father’s soon-to-be recovery, but Makira felt scared... and horribly alone.
The girl slowly raised a hand to wipe the tears–she may as well go into another depression. But she’d been keeping up her little mask.. Her facade... about the situation. When it became too much, she’d just say it was nothing and that everything’d be fine.. She’d live... But in the back of her mind, a tiny voice echoed No... you’re Daddy’s going to pass... and you can’t do anything about it because your too far away... But she’d pushed that voice out of her mind every single day, but it kept returning. First it was faint, fuzzy, insignificant. Now it was a deafening yell, tearing at her eardrums, making it very difficult to concentrate on anything. And everyday, she’d want to accept that voice.
She shook her head of somewhat shaggy, extremely thick chocolate hair, and her matching coloured irises were glassed over, yet shone with that happy, hyper cheerful-ness that Makira was full of, along with some determination, of course.
The small girl glanced back up again and her sharp, Half-Lycan eyes saw a hint of green in the dark. Green hair, which was usually placed in tall spikes atop the familiar Lycan’s head. Tanned skin, a caring face. She remembered–-Xavier. She would’ve normally jumped up and waved and shouted, but given the circumstances, the time, and her mood, she wasn’t really up for it. However, she did smile, and tried to communicate telepathically with him.
‘*Mr. Xavier? Remember me, Makira? I’m over by the great Oak, if you feel like talking or anything like that. If you’re busy sorry to bother... I just.. Have something.. I need to.. Get off my chest...*’ The image of her Daddy, standing tall and laughing with a glass of wine in one hand and a burrito in the other brought tears to the girl’s eyes, but she carried on in a hurried, embarrassed tone, ‘*But of course, like I said, if you’re busy or can’t be bothered, I understand, Thanks...*’
She looked up at the sky, hoping and praying for her Father...
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Post by Xavier on Dec 5, 2005 3:53:35 GMT
As Xavier laid against the solid ice of the lake, staring up into the clear night sky, he sensed a student near the water's edge. She was crying and her heart sagged. His did, as well. No student should have to feel pain like that. Then the student's scent drifted past his Lycan nostrils. It was Makira. He smiled gently as she spoke to him telepathically.
No, Makira. I was just taking a bath. But you can come over. I'm a little ways out on the lake, but my things are on a large rock near the water's edge. Just look for them. You can stay there. I'll need my towel in a few minutes though, he commented with a chuckle. Come on over and we'll talk when you get here, okay?
As he finished talking with the other Lycan, Xavier dove under the surface of the water and let the cold water refresh him once more before he surfaced and climbed out slowly so as not to break the ice and fall back in. He sat on the edge of the ice and inspected himself to make sure he didn't have any seaweed or other foreign objects on him, then he pointed in the general direction of his possessions and spoke.
"Accio towel."
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Post by Makira Blackthorne on Dec 5, 2005 5:30:15 GMT
’*Alright–if you’re sure.*’ Makira smiled in spite of her overwhelming sadness, and got up silently, sending a telepathic ‘*Okay, On my way.*’
She got to her feet, and her sneakers made no sound as she seemingly glided over to the spot he described, her keen eyes bringing it into view. She did as she was told, and stayed there. When she left, her giant sleeping hound, Bolt, who was beside the tree, leapt up from his slumber, and followed her. He settled own at her side, and started to doze off again, knowing the scent that was Xavier’s was a safe, familiar one.
Makira saw the towel fly over to the Lycan, and she stood, wrapping her long dark trenchcoat around herself, and pulling on the side strings of her maroon beanie, temporarily pulling it over her eyes. She then lifted it back up, and smiled goofily, sighed, and resumed her sad, glassy gaze with a trace of a grin in her round eyes.
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Post by Xavier on Dec 6, 2005 5:28:14 GMT
Xavier calmly waited for his towel to arrive and held a hand up as the towel flew by, snagging his finger. The Lycan stood up in the cold darkness and wrapped the towel around himself, then, making sure the fabric was secure, Xavier walked steadily towards the shoreline, slipping a bit only once, but far enough out that he was able to regain his composure and make it as if nothing had happened. As he reached the shoreline, he saw Makira sitting nervously by the rock where his belongings were, respectfully covering her eyes. He chuckled and briskly made his way over to his clothing on the rock. The snow felt soft and cool on his toes and he shivered slightly. The Lycan reached his clothes quickly and put on his shorts.
"Okay, Makira. I've got shorts on, so you can look now. What's up?" he asked inquizitively as he continued getting dressed. "I heard you crying on the shoreline, and since it's three in the morning, I figured it must be pretty bad. Want to talk?" he asked with a smile as he reached for his undershirt and slid that on over his torso.
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Post by Makira Blackthorne on Dec 7, 2005 4:23:02 GMT
Makira had indeed pulled her woolen beanie over her pools of chocolate, speckled with amber, again and waited as Xavier dressed himself.
"Okay, Makira. I've got shorts on, so you can look now. What's up?"
Makira gently lifted up the right part of her beanie up off her right eye and a small sad smile could be seen within.
"I heard you crying on the shoreline, and since it's three in the morning, I figured it must be pretty bad. Want to talk?"
The small girl then lifted up the whole front of her beanie and folded it back, revealing one eye, and the other covered my hair that had been pulled down by the friction of lifting and pulling down the woolen cloth. She replied, "Well... yeah, it is pretty bad--a midlife crisis.. of you will. It... uhm.." She started off uneasily, not wanting to look at her friend's face, but choosing to stare at fraying thread on her hoodie. She started back up quietly. "It, a... It has to do... w-with my.. m-my D..." She was struggling, her eyes rapidly welling up with tears.
BAM.
Her and her Dad, smiling, laughing, and sharing a couple of tacos at a local burrito shop.
BAM.
Her father holding a little, restive puppy in his big arms, handing Bolt to the small girl.
BAM.
Daddy, with whipped cream all over his nose, making a cake with his Little Girl.
BAM.
Dad tossing a baseball at Cedric, her pouting in the shade outside.
BAM.
All these memories, just flooding into her brain at once. She couldn't take it...
BAM.
Her father, in a black coffin, wilted red and pale pink roses on top, her in black, wringing her wrists; sobbing, weeping, without a father...
The little Gryffindor lost her balance, and swayed forward violently, her arms landing on the ground, right before her face landed on her forearms. She was sobbing silently, but shaking violently. Makira's mutt jumped up in a jiffy, cuddling close to his friend at her time of need.
"My D-Daddy's... h-he's sick... w-w-with-th L-L-Lung C-Canc-c-er... I-I.. I... can't.." her voice lowered to a whisper. "I c-can't take it-t anym-more..."
Her father's smiling face, full of life flashed once more in the girl's mind and she picked her head up, sniffling loudly, wiping her nose. "S-Sorr-rry.. for th-that outburst..." She said very timidly, head turned away, staring at the snow.
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Post by Xavier on Dec 7, 2005 4:34:41 GMT
Xavier listened quietly and watched Makira as she seemed to freeze in time, almost as if she was reliving something. Then, without warning, she fell into the snow. Panicking, Xavier tripped over his own feet and landed with a "thud" beside the sobbing girl. He winced as he felt his rib...bruised. He cursed to himself and stood up tenderly, lifting the teary-eyed Makira up with him. He brushed the snow off of himself and off of her, then looked into her big, brown eyes. She shuddered after telling Xavier the news.
"Lung cancer...oh, dear. I'm sorry, Makira," he said as he hugged her tightly, her face still facing away from his own. Xavier gently grasped the girl's chin between his index finger and thumb, then turned her face towards his. He smiled and kissed her forehead as a caring relative would.
"I wish there was something I could do, Makira. Really. I'm terribly sorry to hear that. It's not an easy thing to live with, having your father sick like that. My father...he died...a long time ago. He worked for the Ministry of Magic. He was investigating a muggle nuclear bomb testing range when one of the infernal devices short-circuited and blasted him and his coworkers into free-floating atoms. I didn't find out until weeks later when my mom finally got over the worst of the crying and came to tell me. That's when I got sent to MH and never went home again. I stopped writing to her years ago. As far as I'm concerned. My family here is my only family anywhere. That's what makes me so caring. I have everything to lose here."
As Makira continued sobbing, Xavier embraced her tightly, then let go for a moment as he put on his black pants, t-shirt and cloak before tying up his boots and looking back at the girl with a small smile.
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Post by Makira Blackthorne on Dec 7, 2005 5:30:53 GMT
Makira was forced to look at Xavier as he gently pulled her face to look at his and as he kissed her forehead gently and her already rosy cheeks darked their hue. She sniffed again and tears streamed down her face, and she felt like collapsing, but she held through.
She listened to Xavier and suddenly a wave of humility washed over her–his past sounded so tragic... She hugged her friend backed tightly and as he let her go to finish dressing, she wept, wrapping her own small arms around her shivering figure. She was Half-Lycan, yes, but she was still unusually susceptible to the cold. She shook and shivered and shuddered–partly from the cold, and partly because she was still weeping.
Makira and Bolt cuddled close, and then she just realised how cold it ACTUALLY was. Her ever chattering teeth and freezing tears sliding rapidly down her rosy cheeks gave away clearly that she was absolutely freezing, but she decided that she didn’t care. Right now, she felt so low... she felt as if she wanted to sleep in her bed, but then be splashed with freeing cold water and be awoken to the harsh reality that surrounded her now. Then she started to weep harder, and shake more violently.
Makira sobbed and muttered “I miss him.” over a few times under her breath, and she huddled closer to herself, cold inside and out.
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Post by Xavier on Dec 18, 2005 6:38:20 GMT
Losing her father to lung cancer. What a shame.
Xavier shook his head and finished dressing himself. The Lycan went down to the shoreline and picked up his dop kit full of his bathroom necessities, placing the bottle of shampoo and the bar of soap back into their spots in the bag. Xavier then looked back at Makira. She and her canine companion were huddling close for as much warmth as they could muster between the two of them. Xavier smiled a little at the adorable scene, then spoke again.
"Makira, come with me. We'll head back to the Tunnels and I'll light up a big fire for you and your dog...Bolt, isn't it?"
Xavier then walked over to the shivering girl and picked her up gently, his small bag hanging at his belt by a hook, then began walking through the snow-covered forest towards the Tunnels, Bolt trotting along in tow.
"You can stay the night in the Tunnels if you wish. It's far too cold to be out in this weather without the proper apparell (sp?). I can make a bed for you in an empty chamber and you and Bolt can stay there. I'll even have breakfast ready for you by morning," he said with a little smile.
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Post by Makira Blackthorne on Dec 18, 2005 7:28:53 GMT
Makira kept shivering, her tiny arms trying to falsely keep warmth in, and Bolt cuddling close to her still. As Xavier spoke, Makira slowly raised her brunetted head to look at him and nodded, speaking softly hoping he could hear her from all the way up there.
“Y-Yes, B-Bolt… An-and are-are you s-s-s-sure…?” Then her question was answered as he picked her up and started carrying the small Half Lycaness in the direction of the Tunnels.
*‘The Tunnels? Why are we g-going there?’* she asked him mentally. She saw out of the corner of her eye Bolt trotting along very closely, and then she looked up at Xavier. “Th-thank y-you... Xavi-vier...” She spoke in a low, stutter-y whisper and she put on a faint smile before closing her amber specked orbs and hearing the sound of Xavier breathing and the winds that blew over them.
She snapped her eyes open to remember where they were going. “The… The-the-the the T-Tunnels?” The image of the snow white Lycaness she met flashed in her mind, for she had forgotten her Part-Lycan heritage. She thought of Ark in the Tunnels, lying bloodied and dead.
Then she did remember, but she was still afraid, as her eyes flashed amber and she shook that little bit more.
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