Post by Fenris Fenrir on Nov 5, 2005 19:04:15 GMT
Patience; the one trait that Fenris had little of, but the lure of what came with being patient was enough to keep him in check for the time being. And yet there was a part of him that wanted to blatantly disobey Azrael and attack the school any way; for there was only scattered resistance and the only reason that he had been defeated was that they got the jump on him because he didn't know what they were capable of doing. But now he knew and now he wouldn't not be played the fool a second time. But his Master willed him to do something else, and now he would set out for the task immediately.
Hayzie, the Gryffindor prefect; it seemed that the Gryffindors were a prime target for Azrael to worry about. Perhaps it was because out of all the house; it would be from Gryffindor that they would meet the most resistance and organized counter-strikes if they were allowed to make such things. Yet the other houses were not dormant in action; the Hufflepuff prefect and one of her charges stood up to him, and it was the Hufflepuff prefect that had forced him into a stalemate in Professor Stevens' room. Yet the other two houses remain anonymous; their mettle had yet to be tested with trials.
Gently taking Miss Stevens off of his shoulder, Fenris Fenrir lay her on the ground before Azrael, and with outstretched hand did he take the wand of the Lightening Mage. What was the Mage now without his precious tool; nothing more than a doll that was held in Azrael's hand; manipulating it in whatever way he felt like. That was Azrael's power, but now Fenris had to look to his own power as he made ready to bring to his Master the prefect in mention.
"As you wish; my Master", came Fenrir's deep reply and slowly he rose from his position of respect and headed off in the direction of the school; pocketing Windwaltz's wand in his overcoat and a too familiar, feral smile started to creep onto his face as the prospect of a fight became stronger. Perhaps the great battle was coming sooner than expected. And if so; Fenris Fenrir would feast for days.
For the number of the students in the school was not something for him to worry about; perhaps that could quench his hunger.
Hayzie, the Gryffindor prefect; it seemed that the Gryffindors were a prime target for Azrael to worry about. Perhaps it was because out of all the house; it would be from Gryffindor that they would meet the most resistance and organized counter-strikes if they were allowed to make such things. Yet the other houses were not dormant in action; the Hufflepuff prefect and one of her charges stood up to him, and it was the Hufflepuff prefect that had forced him into a stalemate in Professor Stevens' room. Yet the other two houses remain anonymous; their mettle had yet to be tested with trials.
Gently taking Miss Stevens off of his shoulder, Fenris Fenrir lay her on the ground before Azrael, and with outstretched hand did he take the wand of the Lightening Mage. What was the Mage now without his precious tool; nothing more than a doll that was held in Azrael's hand; manipulating it in whatever way he felt like. That was Azrael's power, but now Fenris had to look to his own power as he made ready to bring to his Master the prefect in mention.
"As you wish; my Master", came Fenrir's deep reply and slowly he rose from his position of respect and headed off in the direction of the school; pocketing Windwaltz's wand in his overcoat and a too familiar, feral smile started to creep onto his face as the prospect of a fight became stronger. Perhaps the great battle was coming sooner than expected. And if so; Fenris Fenrir would feast for days.
For the number of the students in the school was not something for him to worry about; perhaps that could quench his hunger.