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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 14, 2005 1:00:55 GMT
ooc: Here is how this is going to work. This thread is invite only until Graf posts after me. Once he posts; feel free to join in. The more people that join; the more of a genocide this can become.
bic: Slowly did the crimson Sun rise in the early morn of the coming day; lighting all that it touched with brilliant splendour and radiant glory as it grew if the passing of every minute. It's dazzling beams lite the ground in the Sun's fiery light and soon flowers that lie dormant from slumber of the night started to release their petals and let all the world see their beauty. Yet such beauty was not meant to last. Just like a certain village that rested with the wariness of newly-come day was about to feel. Yet the morning was not going to be a peaceful one, for the ground started to vibrate slightly as something neared the little knoll where the wild flowers grew that over looked the sleepy village.
Within moments; those flowers that had just awakened lay crushed beneath mighty paws and those pretty petals were never fated to bask in the Sun's warmth ever again. For on that knoll now stood a large silver-grey wolf and from it's perch it surveyed the village below. So calm; so tranquil. It's a shame that it would be that way for much longer; that is, a shame for all those that dwelt within it's confines. With his eyes agleam with wrath akin to hellfire, Fenris Fenrir let out a ululating howl that sounded to the heavens and let all know that the new dawn had risen. A dawn that was not favourable to those that called Hogsmeade home.
Once his howl was finished, Fenris started to walk down the knoll. Soon that walk turned into a trot and over time that trot became an all out charge toward the dimlite streets of the village. The silver-grey lycan burst past doors and those that were loosly shut flung open as he pasted them. And now for what he was searching for; prey. Anything that he could sink his teeth into and it didn't take him long to find someone to be his entree. It just so happened that a fine looking gentleman just exited a building not too far from that of Fenris, so now the Fox had showed itself; time to send in the hounds.
The human didn't know what hit him as Fenris charged into his back and sent the mortal straight into the street. Growling with anticipation of the kill, Fenris rolled the struggling man over so that he was facing the lycan belly up. With a smirk of triumph on his muzzle, Fenris let out a bark of victory as he opened his jaws wide and welcomed the soft flesh of the man's stomach into his gaping maw; that craved to be fed with the intoxicating taste of human flesh.
As the victim squirmed about in his death throes, the bloodied head of Fenrir rose from the gaping hole where once the mortal's intestines resided. No longer; for they now had a new home, inside of the stomach of the lycan. The last of the human's warm entrails slowly vanished behind the canines of Fenris and fresh blood caked his fur and muzzle. Yet no matter how much he wanted to finish with this dying meal, there were many others to feast upon and the dead never leave where they fall.
Besides; Skoll was coming.
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Post by Graf on Oct 14, 2005 1:42:17 GMT
Such a beautiful sunrise, indeed. Oh, the livelyhood of the commonfolk this fine morn seemed to be jumping, clammoring from one place to the next. The morning dew. The humming of birds. The smell of burning food upon a grill.
Yes, this last little detail was something of an open neglect, as the cook was not there to supervise it. No, he was standing in the street in front of his small, homey resturant, one of the handful of people standing in ghastly shock at the sight before him. An abnormally large wolf was making a feast out of one of his customers. It was most certainly an amusing view to the figure standing on the roof of the shop next door. A cruel chuckle iminated from the sillouette of the figure obstructed by the light of the rising sun.
I'll have to ask Fenris how that man's breakfast tasted when this is over.
Glinting rings of refracted light shined off of a recently polished blade, forcing some whom looked at the caster of the overbearing shadow to cover their eyes. The ones whom were enveloped in this murderer's shadow were the first to go.
The whisps of stark blonde coarsed in the wind, floating back down to his shoulders. Wearing the blue jacket, blue pants, and dress clothes. Was he....the Head Boy? The young blonde whom often frequented these streets? Diving off the roof, he turned the sword upside down and plunged it into the back of a still anaware and largely built man. He fell hard to the ground, uttering a breathless cry as the younger man twisted the blade hard before wretching it from the wound. A small trail of blood splattered in each direction, hitting the imposter with a full frontal of crimson. He then turned his golden gaze upon a mortified village woman, too terrified to move or speak. Pointing his finger towards her like a gun, a single word was uttered from his arrogant smile.
"Boo."
And with that, the aformentioned cafe went up in a seering flame, ignited from the slightest bit of inner concentration Graf used to perform the spark in the unattended kitchen. The barbeque was barely getting started, though.
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 14, 2005 2:37:51 GMT
And the flames of change were about to be scattered to all corners of the village. For once Fenris caught the scent of smoke on the wind; he knew that Skoll had arrived. Leaping from the fresh corpse, Fenris raced through the streets; barreling people aside as he closed in on the towering inferno that now consumed one building of small importance. Yet this was just the thing that Fenris need to spread more "change" to the rest of the village. Change was a good thing; all people needed change and who was he to deny them of it?
Yet he need to make a small change himself before he could pass on "change" to the others of this little village. With popping of bones and the retraction of fur, no longer was Fenris Fenrir a wolf; now he was a man that towered over the average human at 6'6" with raven-black hair and burning, black coals for eyes. He still retained his field glasses and miraculously, his clothing from long before. Black suit with a billowing overcoat made up the crazed lycan's attire and he leered crazily when he saw the flames dancing about the house; pleading to be spread. And oh; he would spread them with a passion.
With a grin to Skoll, Fenris briskly walked to a nearby house and grabbed a piece of fire wood that was carelessly outdoors. With a nod of thanks to the foolish human that left him such a tool, Fenris slowly approached the burning wreckage of a home and lowered the piece of wood into the inferno until it kindled and burst into flame. With child-like glee, Fenris ran down the street with his torch in the air; sometimes catching to small houses and leaving behind a small bonfire as a present to whoever dwelt inside. Yet the lycan spotted an even greater target; the Three Broomsticks.
With a roar of pleasure, Fenris raced over to the main door and eyed the nearby area for something to barricade the door from the outside with. And the solution presented itself; there was a cart filled with timber placed just outside of the bar. With minutes, Fenris had the cart on it's side and had heaved away one of the biggest pieces of wood and used it to barricade the door. Once that was in place, the lycan moved the whole cart in front of the door and heaved his flaming torch through one of the windows. And within moments; alcohol met with flame and the entire building started to catch on fire.
And that was when the screaming started. The drunkards, bar lasses and anyone else within the Three Broomsticks realized their danger. In a desperate attempt; they hurled themselves against the door in hopes of escaping their fiery hell, but Fenris had wedged the cart against the door and there was no way that it would not budge unless he moved it himself from the outside. Their screams of pity and abandon had no effect on Fenris Fenrir; instead, his laughter drowned out their pleas as the fires slowly consumed their flesh.
And with one unified scream; the Three Broomsticks fell silent as the grave and just when Fenris was turning to walked away, the sound of breaking glass cut his attention and he whirled around to see a woman jump through the window;still aflame as she did so, but the flames were dying down. The flames on this woman's body had left her blackened to the bone, which in some spots showed clearly yet it was not white but black as the night. Her skin was shriveled and burnt to a crisp; her body was caked with blood, and what was left of her clothing was burnt against her body; causing her even more pain. She mouthed for help, for her throat seemed to be burnt as well.
And with a smile, Fenris walked over to the woman and started to bend down to help the woman up. Such hope was seen in the woman's eyes; how for the one moment it seemed that she would live after all. Yet what she saw in Fenrir did not exist and the large squelching sound of her head being crushed by his boot only furthered the point. Calmly walking in the direction of Skoll; Fenris licked the drying blood from the first kill off his lips and headed off to arose more mischief.
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Post by Isaac on Oct 14, 2005 4:09:23 GMT
OOC: Sorry if this sounds god-modish, but it sounded too cool in my head to pass up.
BIC:
And so Fenrir walked through the Valley of Death, for he feared no evil.
A fool's errand.
As the Lycan-turned-man strode through the streets, the crackling of flames rose high around him, punctuated by screams and the stench of burnt flesh.
Then, the whole world seemed to go completely and utterly silent. Not in a manner that suggested Fenrir had been rendered deaf, just.... the world had suddenly hit the 'Mute' button on the Cosmic Remote.
Snap
The sound was distant, but certainly notable; a simple snap of the fingers. Like a beatnik trying to get the crowd's attention. Like an impatient restaurant patron attracting a waiter. Like.... a command.
And what a command, as the flames that previously had threatened to engulf the entire village, now seemed to leap away from the walls and flew skyward toward the clouds.
Or toward something that came from the clouds.
Silhouetted by the flames below and the clouds above, Isaac stared down at the in-process-of-being-decimated village with a mixture of amusement and contempt. He wore black once more; black fatigue pants, black combat boots, black sleeveless shirt, and a long black duster, brand new. His diamond-white locks whipped in a frenzy about his head, galvanized by the high-flying winds while his piercing green eyes stared daggers down at Fenris.
His expression did not change, even as the flames from every corner of the village rushed upward at him, then engulfing him like a blanket of white-hot fury. For a moment, he was a phoenix, ablaze in all his fiery glory. Then, like a light bulb reaching its end, the fire abruptly coalesced, absorbed into Isaac's body.
Still floating high above the village, Isaac's lips began to move, though no sound was heard. It was of no consequence, as he broadcast his statement mentally with such force that the sheer sensation would have KILLED a lesser man.
'Fenris Fenrir, formerly the human known as Richard Rutherford. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, uses flames around here to kill people. Thats my shtick, and I'm sticking to it. Also, I didn't much care for the attempted dismemberment in the library. All things have a price, and your debt is past due.'
With blinding speed, Isaac blurred toward the ground, murder intended in every movement.
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Post by Graf on Oct 14, 2005 18:45:58 GMT
Graf's hand, still with the thumb and index finger outstretched like a gun, pointed towards the roof tops of several buildings. And with each time his hand stopped, a small explosion ensued, sometimes on the roof, and in less unfortunate homes and shops, the explosion actually occured inside.
About five buildings were already alight with forblaze, when he turned his attention to his dauntingly tall lycan counterpart. It seemed that this bruiser of gentleman had caught on quick to the flow of destruction of chaos. Graf almost wondered if Fenris was the type to do this sort of thing on weekends. With a twisted sense of amusement, Graf beheld the Three Broomsticks go up in smoke, as the liquor stored in there added further catylist to the fire that swallowed the inhabitants in the most literal way imaginable. A single woman, perhaps breaking her already scorched body in a final bid for freedom as she hurled herself through the glass window, met a messy but nonetheless merciful death under Fenris's heel.
Blood trickled down Graf's blade as it rested upon his shoulder, shaking with an acostful laughter that would shred the courage of almost any normal man or woman. He had to admit even though Graf didn't see himself as much of a team player in any circumstance, Fenris was definitely not a bad companion to wreak havoc with. Just as he was about to turn his attention to another huddled group of mortified spectators, soon to push up some graves.....
The heat from Graf's artfully ignited fires fizzled.
Graf froze, and eventually straightened himself to just stand in mild irritation as the materialized combustion floated to the sky, like liquid being sucked through a straw. His eyelid twitched slightly as he removed his wig, letting his indigo locks fall in his smoothly refined face. He glanced at it as he listen to the boorish demon speak, and he somehow withdrew the memory of one such loud-mouth. Isaac. The young demon boy with an overbearing superiority issue. The Head Boy felt the full extent of the demon's anxiety about a year back during a Halloween party. It figured that the demon would try and 'steal Graf's fire,' both figuratively and literally. If he was blind then, why was it that he....
Walking casually to the nearest house that was previously burning, Graf pursed his lips and sent the slightest breeze to it, and as if coated with flammable liquid, instantly burst into blaze once more. He then raised his left leg, and flung his right shoulder in a launching throw, propelling the blonde wig into the air, straight into Isaac's face as he made his swan dive. The object pelted him across the front of his face.
"Now you listen to me!" he growled, not even dignifying the demon with telepathy like Isaac did moments ago. "It's one thing to have a mere opportunist like you try and belittle -my- work. Its another thing when that said opportunist goes and ignores me and acts as if my friend here was the sole sponsor of all this beautiful work. I dun' care what business you have with him, so I'd greatly appreciate it if you did not so easily presume to interrupt our business, when no one ever saw hide nor hair of you jump starting this chaos beforehand. Got it!?"
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Post by Isaac on Oct 14, 2005 21:22:00 GMT
Swish
Isaac brushed the wig away impatiently, not breaking form as he dove speedily towards the ground. Moving his head to angle where the wind was diverted away from his eyes, he gazed about, seeking the source of the... insult.
Finding it, Isaac boredly swept out both arms, changing the windflow to his wings and thus his trajectory. His bullet-like plummet leveled out, before Isaac was literally skimming the rooftops. With a twist and flutter of his wings, he landed firmly in the street a few meters from Graf, displaced dust blowing in all directions like a translucent earthy cloud.
"Ah yes, why am I not surprised to find you here?" Isaac said evenly, surveying Graf with his bizarre mixture of amused contempt. "Yes, I suppose I should give credit where it is due."
Isaac raised his hands, as if preparing to applaud. Behind Graf, the flames encompassing the building abruptly roared and changed, becoming somehow... corporeal. With the groan of tearing wood, the entire wall that faced Graf fell down upon his head. Graf had brought down the house, literally. (A/N: Please ignore the cheesy line)
Now, Isaac did clap, if a bit sardonically. "Congratulations."
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Post by Graf on Oct 15, 2005 4:49:11 GMT
Granted, the thin walls of that home were already barely holding together. It was a sheer mystery that any building structure that burned would fall outward, instead of in upon itself.
Imagine that.
Apparently Graf was one that needed to work on his physics more, as this was what happened when frail buildings like this crumbled beneath its structure when consumed by flame as powerful as this. This was naught but a minor bother to him though, as the opening in the wall that used to be a window enveloped him, allowing the wall to fall around him.
Non challantly brushing a few cinders from his shoulder, the young man pouted with mild irritation, still unwilling to look towards this upstart.
"Hrm, its funny hearing you say that. But then again, I'm sure you've been saying that to every person you've 'seen' as of late." Graf quipped with a shrug, crossing over past Isaac as he stepped over the lingering rubble of the combusting wood home.
"Now if there's not some painfully important reason for you to continue interupting my business, I'd vastly appreciate it if you just left."
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Post by Isaac on Oct 15, 2005 7:31:12 GMT
Slap
The sound of Isaac's open palm smacking against Graf's chest echoed seemingly loudly through the empty streets, halting the boy's forward movement.
"You do not." His fingers curled inwards, like Shaq palming a basketball, and he tugged Graf backwards and to the side, so they were eye to eye. "Walk away, FROM ME." And Isaac let loose with a left-handed punch to Graf's chest, the poor aim made up for with the desperate anger driving the blow.
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Post by Graf on Oct 15, 2005 16:59:43 GMT
The marauder's sneer gleamed even more with spite, as it appeared Graf's actions finally took their toll upon the hot-headed Isaac's short fuse. He tisked the man in his mind, almost taking pity at how little the demon had changed since last they met. As a matter of fact, Graf was not exactly sure how Isaac presumed to act like he knew Graf so well when this was infact the first time he had even seen or spoke to him. Admittedly it was not fair to the demon, as Graf merely had to see through Kezaa's mind's eye to know all he felt he needed about this bully. And, with some hint of dismay in Graf's swirling moon colored pools, he honestly saw no hint that there were anything in that demon's black soul that reached a greater depth than that mere label.
Such a pity.
Driving his theory closer to home, Isaac went and proved Graf right once more as the demon curled his knuckles shut and slammed them against his shoulder. Granted, the impact was staved since it already was not a direct shot from the angle the two were standing at. However, despite the fact this guy was a total vex, he was still a demon. And his punches hurt.
In place of a pained cry, however, a cruel chuckle seeped out as he trailed to the ground next to Isaac as Graf rolled his shoulder around the blow. Shreds of cloth burst off Isaac's scraping fist, and the shoulder started bruising around the bone. And yet, Graf could not have possibly been more pleased with such a blunder. Since he was spinning slightly to the outside of the demon's extended arm, about half of Graf's body was hidden out of the corner of Isaac's eye. And, incidentally, Graf still held in hand a very sharpened and still blood thirsty sword. The double edged blade stretched out like a lance and, still riding the moentum of that partial spin, Graf delivered a shattering blow to the demon's cranium. As he hit the hair, he did not recieve a good clean cut. But Isaac was probably in a bit of a panic over the visual phenomena of blacking out, which is what any creature would do after recieving such a grievous blow. The tip of the blade continued its malignant course across the side of Isaac's face, and scraped across the edge of his left eye.
And perhaps the worst mistake of all, was Isaac neglecting a presence even more vicious and unforgiving than Graf himself. If he was not careful, Isaac's habitual neglect of 'unimportant' people around him would cost him a lot more than his sight....
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 15, 2005 17:48:56 GMT
Fenrir cursed himself mentally for not being on guard when he heard the harsh voice of the demon enter his mind. One would have thought that dismemberment would have kept anyone out of commission for awhile; but it seemed otherwise. As the demon hurtled down to face the lycan, Fenrir's face contorted with rage at being called by his old name and quickly his face elongated and silver-grey fur sprouted all over his body. Within a matter of seconds, Fenris was in the middle of his transformation and it seemed that Issac would come crashing down on him, but the demon changed course and went after Skoll.
That gave the lycan enough time to finish and become the towering lord of the Hunt. Howling in his triumph, Fenrir turned to face the two combatants; eyeing them for the oppurtunity to strike. So this was what they seemed to be; two gods locked in immortal combat never to truly hurt the others. First the demon landed a punch on Skoll but then Skoll came back by clubbing the demon the head with his sword; cutting into the temple and left eye.
Then came the blood.
Seeing the blood enraged the lycan into madness, bring up all the anger that he bore to the demon; intruding in his life constantly, nearly killing Sealla, and who knows what else that this blind boy would tryto do.
So leaping into action the silver-grey lycan charged into Issac; forcing him to the ground with the wolf's jaws seeking something to clamp down on. And like a cast iron vice with teeth; Fenrir's jaw clamped down on the left hand of Issac. Shaking his head like crazy, Fenris waited to hear the one sound that he so desparately wanted to hear.
Snap
And with that did the hand of Issac come off of his body and Fenris moved away so that he standing next to Skoll. Crunching down on the hand in his mouth; Fenris savoured the taste of demon flesh and his eyes sparkled with pleasure as the blood burned his throat with delight. Sitting on his hunchs, Fenrir let out a bark of laughter as he looked on Issac. 'Well Blind Boy; is this how you wanted to met me again? Did you think that you would stand over me in triumph, with my body broken and twisted beneath you. Well it seems that the tables have turned on you Demon. It is you that stand vanquished on the field of battle; for you could not match both Fenrir and Skoll. And now Tyr, because that is what you have become, yet you are no noble son, begone before I take more than just your hand. You didn't listen to me last time; perhaps you will listen to me now.
Because your hand will not be coming back for awhile; for it has a new home and right now is dissolving in my stomach. The hand that profaned my comrade in arms, Skoll, now has met it's utter demise. Now leave Demon; I will be merciful this once. Crawl back into shadow.'
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Post by Isaac on Oct 15, 2005 23:53:34 GMT
Isaac's head rose, blood trailing down his cheek like crimson tears. The pain was mighty, yes, but it was overruled by the adrenaline that coursed through his veins, and the anger that fueled it.
Vein's became distinct upon Isaac's forehead, causing the blood flow from the temple wound to increase, so it appeared the white-haired demon was now SWEATING his own blood. "I am not. Running." He gritted his teeth in preparation for the next move.
"AWAY!" With a mighty yell, Isaac slammed the bleeding stump of his left wrist into the ground, and unleashed EVERYTHING. His anger. His hatred. His pain. All the fire that he had taken inside himself. He let it ALL out. Flames roared out in all directions, engulfing Skoll (Graf?) and Fenris before either could make some form of escape.
"I will not surrender, for I am not yet vanquished!" He screamed over the roar of flames, which in and of themselves carried the punishing force of a volcanic eruption. Indeed, the ground around their feet was bubbling and melting into liquid-hot magma.
Then, Isaac's yet-uninjured right hand dove beneath his coat and withdrew his own weapon, a worn, but nonetheless powerful-looking broadsword. "GO TO HELL YOU b****** LYCAN!" And slashed diagonally at Fenris' head. However, the aforementioned liquification of the ground threw his balance off, and the strike originally meant to cleave the Lycan's head in two only lopped off his ear.
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Post by Graf on Oct 17, 2005 20:17:00 GMT
Oh, the cumulative rage of fire.
Everything went black momentarily, enveloped by the dark heat that blanketed Graf's every sense. The concept of recieving his own power back into his body would normally not have robbed his consciousness, were it not for the force that drove behind it and thus knocked the breath out of him.
The explosion of fire erupted forth, with both murderers vanishing within. Graf's eyes suddenly shot open once more, pushing his body to the back of the seering hell while he relaxed himself to ride the momentum of the blast. He was not sure how well his comrade Fenris fared, but the time called for one to look out for himself before others. As the fire disipated only slightly, Graf dove out of the barrier, a trail of smoke following his extremities as he sprung forth, and finally halted his movement in the rocky gravel of the street.
His clothes were torn, burnt within the first second or so of just being in that blast. There was little point of any rouses, especially after ridding himself of his first prop. "Tch." Graf scoffed as he flung of his coat, now barely recognisable as the garment it was known for beforehand. His dress shirt also came off, revealing a plain tank top that managed to suffer a few singes here and there.
Looking upon the bright side, the cleansing and refreshing fire had loosened up his shoulders and joints all throughout his spine. There was definitely no need for any further warm up, as it were. Graf's eyes shined malignantly, revealing the reality that it was now Graf's turn to attack. Whether the smoke had cleared enough for Isaac to see though, was a different story. And this was what Graf intended to use.
At the base, where Isaac still stood in his fury, the flames still burned strong. Graf thankfully found his glistening blade lying in the middle of the breaking ground. The thing's veins broke out around the blade, crying out for more carnage. Its edge became smaller almost involuntarily. At this rate, it would probably mummify the next person it cut.
And since the demon had much heated and passionate blood to offer.....
As Graf broke into a sprint, he directed one of his feet over the hilt of the sword's handle, kick-standing it with a small twirl into his hand. He didn't even pause as it came to him, as the blood-thirsty sword might have even been inclined to fly to Graf's hand itself. Faster and faster he charged, until he was practically gliding over the magma-filled crevices in the earth.
SPLASH
The blade found its target, and with a ferocious velocity, at that. The sword easily sank in, buried through Isaac's torso at the base of the blade. And instantanously, the sword began to syphon the demon's blood as it drank from the direct source of his body's black blood. The demon's back was of course turned towards Graf, much to his non-surprise, as the demon continued to preoccupy himself with Fenris. But from this angle, it was sincerely doubtful that Isaac would be able to shrug off the leverage Graf held on him, nor would he be able to mount another attack like before.
Of all the days and moments you just had to settle your score with this lycan. Such a shame you couldn't resolve your differences under more private circumstances.
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Post by Isaac on Oct 17, 2005 23:09:48 GMT
A wet, coughing gasp.
Isaac slumped slightly forwards, as much out of surprise as for the sheer force of the blow. His hands flew to his stomach, as if he somehow might push the blade back through his stomach, but to no avail. The blade was lodged too deep, and the angle was too awkward for Isaac to push it out.
"You're right, it is a shame." Isaac spat up blood mid-sentence, causing another fit of hacking and coughing. Isaac's hand and stump slipped inside his coat, as if trying to hold his chest together, as if it was in danger of splitting open.
I didn't expect for you to fall for this so easily.
and Isaac's intact hand tightened on the weapon he had cunningly hidden beneath either arm, a pair of 1911 Colt Pistols he had stolen from a Muggle store a while back. Holes blossomed through the back of his coat as he fired shot after shot into Graf, who had been foolish enough to believe himself safe behind Isaac.
"Go to hell." Isaac muttered, even as he became woozier and woozier due to loss of blood. Then, he capitalized on Graf's second mistake; not all assaults needed to be physical. Grabbing hold of Graf and sword, like some neat little package, Isaac used his bestowed telekinetic abilities to shove Graf backwards, sword and all. Graf's blade came loose with a gentle slurp! of lubricated blood, and then it followed its owner, flying many meters away to splash into a pool of magma
"That f***ing smarts." Isaac grumbled, pressing his stump into his stomach and his palm into his back. With a flash of fire, his wounds became cauterized, ceasing his loss of blood. Watching Graf, but also wary of Fenris, Isaac flicked out his left arm. A set of razor sharp 'cats claw' blades flicked outwards, rendering Isaac's stump a still-quite-deadly weapon. Isaac's good hand came out of his coat, now wielding a thin-bladed, but no less dangerous, sabre.
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 20, 2005 0:02:42 GMT
Even as the last bits of Issac's blood were wiped from the corners of Fenris' muzzle; Fenris' eyes widened with mild surprise as he suddenly became engulfed in a fiery maelstrom. The flames licked at his fur and flesh, catching aflame in some spots and in others flames hungrily leaping toward him with a passion that matched his own lust for flesh. At first the pain was minor and the lycan was about to shrug off the flames by rolling about on the dirt streets of Hogsmeade Village, but it was not to be. Because no sooner did the thought pass into his mind, a blade came whistling down from above; Fenrir let out a roar of pain as his left ear was loped off from his head.
And from this hesitation, the flames knawed more at his body; more and more of the wolf started to catch fire and Fenris couldn't stand it any more. Letting out a series of howls and yelps of rage and pain, Fenris Fenrir dashed off in the direction of the Town center in hopes of freeing himself of the flames there. Panting heavily as he ran, Fenrir soon came to a halt in the town square and scattered the bystanders with a snarl. Oh yes; he would come back and enjoy these mortals once he had put out the unquenchable fury that licked at his fur and dealt with the Demon. And in the center of the town were several women that gathered about the one thing that he needed access to; the town well. With a pained bark, Fenris made a dash for the well and the women scattered like ninepins before him. With one mighty bellow; Fenris Fenrir plunged into the dark well and all that was heard was a splash.
Curious to see what fate befell this lycan, many of the villagers began to gather about the opening and peer down into the darkness. And then they heard the sound of rope that was being strained by the weight of someone climbing upward. And soon came the grunts of exhaustion as Fenris Fenrir, having shed his lycan body for the moment, made his way closer to the surface. But the poor fools of villagers thought that this was a fellow human and not the lycan that had charged down the well like a ravaging warlord. So they foolishly helped him in his ascent and Fenris repaid the one that dared to profane his body with their dirty, mortal hands. The sounds of several splashes were enough evidence that Fenrir had dealt with these bumpkins and the rope lay coiled at the top of the well. So no one in the village would be drinking from that well; for rotting,waterlogged bodies did terrible things to drinking water.
Slowly limping back to where the flames burned the brightest; Fenrir did not care for his wounds and he let them bleed openly. Missing an ear; having much of his flesh burned so that if it touched anything at all it would start bleeding. So it looked like now the scores were set even. Fenrir had disassembled Issac; Issac put Fenrir through one of the most painful attacks that one could have on a lycan in it's wolf form. Fenrir took Issac's left hand; Issac took off Fenrir's left ear. And now that they were set even; Fenrir thought that the time had come to press the demon for an answer.
"Blind boy; you are tired and so am I. Let us take a minor break in this fight and then continue. For I have a question that I would like to have answered for you neglected to answer it before. And in turn; I will answer any question of yours that is within my knowledge to answer. On this you have my word", bellowed Fenris into the inferno, "What say you Demon?"
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Luna Seren
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~I know, I know...please shut up now. I'm playing with my crystal.
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Post by Luna Seren on Oct 20, 2005 16:05:27 GMT
ooc: please don't kill my chara ^-^ To be honest I'm sorta using this to reintroduce myself at the school. If I shouldn't be just tell me and I'll delete this.
IC: The girl trembled in fear, her back pressed against the wall of one of the many little stores in Hogsmeade. Returning to this place had seemed like a good idea, but apparently she was in the wrong place at the wrong time,... again. Why did this have to happen now? Why did it have to happen just when she was arriving here. And how was she going to get out of such a messy situation this time? She wanted to get help. Or at least continue her way to the castle. Tell people there what was going on in the small town. But to get to the castle, meant getting past the three men that were currently occupying her escape route. Big time. Had she been away that long? Had so much changed in such a short period of time? Was this normal? The wizarding world had been out of view for while, but this she had not expected to find. She was almost afraid of what might have changed at the castle. What she might find there.
Carefully she leaned to the left, two emerald green eyes peeking around the corner, overlooking the scene. This was not good. Not good at all... She winced and wrinkled her nose. The metallic smell of blood and the distinct smell of burnt human flesh entered her nose, causing her stomach to make several back flips. Her skin, already pale by nature, paled even further and she quickly pulled back behind the wall. She fell to her knees and what little she had eaten for breakfast came out just as fast as she had tried to stuff it in earlier that morning. She coughed a little, once her stomach was empty and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand when she noticed the sudden silence in the streets. Had fighting shifted to talking?
She slowly got back onto her feet, trying to push down another cough, as she pressed herself against the wall again, hoping no one had heard her. She was afraid. Very afraid.
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