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Post by Rogue on Oct 23, 2005 8:44:15 GMT
A lone figure wandered the streets of Hogsmeade, clad in a ragged, old grey dress. Hair toppled over the woman's shoulders, falling messy and split down her back and ending near her waist in flicks of sharp white. Her equally sharp eyes sieved each and every person that passed her, and she moved away from many of them if they neared a meter beside her, behind her, or in front of her. Something about her quirky eyes, balled fists, tangled hair and dirty dress said she was a rogue. And the wild spark in her pupils could have hinted she was part animal too. Her bare feet walked silently over the ground, each toe and arch of flesh finding it's way over the pebbles and stones in pure agility; casual of course. It came naturally. Her pale lips hinted malnutrition, but she was stronger than perhaps all the people in the street put together. Putting aside magic, the lycaness could have shredded each and every one of them, tendon to vein, flesh from limb and mind from body. The high rise of her cheekbones showed a clue of insanity, and if one stared into those silver-dappled eyes long enough, unapproachable anger could be strategically fished out. Dirt smudged her knees and forearms, but the woman didn't seem to notice this. Her fragile neck gaveaway that she was swallowing, perhaps nervously, and her mauve eyes continued to dart around passer's-by. A few people gave her odd glances, as she smelt the air, then unclenched her fists to reveal long jagged nails, only to clench them again a moment later. Rogue turned her head to the side quickly as she heard the high-pitched trill of a bell on a door, and looking up at the billboard above the door she'd stopped by, she read. || The Three Broomsticks ||
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Post by Carmen on Oct 23, 2005 9:11:38 GMT
That dingling bell that the white-haired woman had heard was the door being pushed open for the duckling Ozzie to squeeze through. His body erupted with a quack as it closed whilst he was mid-way between the outside and in, forcing himself to bustle inside. He waddled so quickly that his yellowy-white tail was almost a blur as it swayed from side to side. But it became apparant when he misinterpreted the distance between himself and the legs of Carmen, his pet.
He stared up at her, as she turned her face down to reveal a happy little smile. Quickly after that she whisked him up into her arms, being cloaked by her hufflepuff cloak so the cheff wouldn't want to cook the little duckling. "Shh! Be quiet!" Carmen hissed into her cloak from his anxious quacking, her Australian accent becoming quite obvious in the crowd of Englishmen.
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Post by Rogue on Oct 23, 2005 9:38:12 GMT
QuAcK. Rogue's eyes turned swiftly to the noise, pin-pointing the tiny morsel of food caught between the edge of the door and door frame. Her pupils dilated instinctively; she was suddenly quite hungry. Unclenching and clenching her fists yet again, the lycaness was on the verge of propelling herself at the duckling, before it popped through to the other side and disappeared behind the closed door. Tightening her jaws, Rogue glared at the point on the door where the duckling had been only a moment earlier, her hunger growing to a new height. Storming up to the door, she shoved it from the outside and was quite surprised at the ease in which it swung open; it looked heavier when the duckling was against it. Stepping her silent feet inside, she cursed the bell above herself; she was so used to being absolutely unnoticable when she was on the prowl. Analyzing the people in the pub, Rogue was surprised to feel the sudden rush of alcohol fill her nostrils; clearly she was in a pub. She'd been here once before hadn't she? She couldn't remember. QuAcK, qUaCk. Her eyes darted straight ahead, spotting a young girl with flowing blue hair. The position of her arms told any onlooker that she was hiding something inside the protection of her cloak. A cloak couldn't withstand claws. Rogue's lips curled slightly and she began walking forward very slowly, her hips swaying with every tentitive movements and her eyes set firmly on the girl.
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Post by Carmen on Oct 23, 2005 9:55:41 GMT
More often than not, the bell for the door opened and shut itself so quickly, Carmen became quite immune to the sound. Especially since the room was filled with every scent obviously known to man; well, that's what it felt like. Even under her cloak, the duckling hushed itself after another few quacks of protest from the smells.
With one side of her cloak covering her little yellow and white friend, her other hand reached to pull the other side of her cloak to cover her nose. Gods, the last few times she had been here the smells weren't this intoxicating. Not at all. Especially with that boy... The only thing intoxicating that night was him! The girl giggled obliviously at the happy little thought.
Oh, what a memory. Twas a shame though that she hadn't seen him since. All of a sudden as soon as she took her seat at the bar, Ozzie began to squirm and fidgit strangely, letting out instantanious barks of quacks, and the occasional squeal of fear. "What the hell are you doing?" Carmen asked in a whisper into her cloak.
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Post by Rogue on Oct 23, 2005 10:06:42 GMT
The lycaness was standing behind the girl almost immediately after her tenth step, but then the girl moved forward again and sat down at the bar. Rogue took one more step forward, now she had the girl. And the girl? She couldn't go anywhere in a hurry. She was a sitting duck. ('Scuse the lame pun ). The scent of the duckling was floating under the nose of the lycan-woman, making her muscles tighten in anticipation, her mind spin with circles of orgasmic hunger. She could snap an arm out and bend that girl backwards off the stool right now, then send the duckling sprawling to the floor, so vulnerable. And that's just what she did. Rogue's hand shot out and her solid fingers curled around a chunk of the girl's robe, pulling her backward so she would fall on her back hard, her feet in the air. As this happened, Rogue leapt back gracefully, so she was looking down at the girl. She smirked deliciously, spying the fretting duckling in the girl's robes. It was frantic now. The people in the pub glanced up from their drinks, falling silent as only the beginning of Rogue's intentions unfolded. The lycaness didn't know how not to cause a scene, for she was never usually in public. Even the bartender backed up, watching the feral woman with fear in his eyes. Many of them already looked like they wanted to help the girl on the ground, but a hesitation in their eyes told Rogue all she needed to know of the ones she could see; none of them were going to try.
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Post by Carmen on Oct 23, 2005 10:16:40 GMT
And just as Carmen was to reach in, place the duckling on the bar, and tell him to be quiet, else they'd be kicked out, cloak had been pulled from behind, choking her only for a minute second before gravity kicked in. Oh, sometimes it was a helpful thing. In this case, Carmen would have been choked to death had it not arrived. But this didn't cross her mind at all.
Though others would have firstly gone for their wand to protect themselves, the blue haired girl, who's locks were spilling out everywhere, clamped her arms around the duckling to hold him to her chest as she fell, making sure he wouldn't land on the ground. It winded her greatly, the impact of the stone pub floor, making her splutter until her lungs inflated, but still she held onto Ozzie, as if for dear life.
She would never have imagined a woman to have done this, pulled Carmen onto the floor. But still, the hair and the beautiful feminine appearance labelled the woman to be exactly what she was to Carmen. Another human lady. Carmen's brow's furrowed as she stared up at the woman, indeed with her legs still hooked skyward over the fallen stool. "What was that for?!" she protested, only just managing to grapple the duckling under her cloak.
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Post by Rogue on Oct 23, 2005 10:30:06 GMT
The instinct in Rogue's eyes flickered dangerously as she narrowed them on the girl as she asked the question. It barely registered in the woman's mind, and as though she had hardly a second to spare, she lunged down at the girl and grabbed for the duckling, growling savagely as she did so. Although her appearance was completely human, the automatic sign in her eyes and the strength and determination at which she pushed her movements made it clear she wasn't entirely human.
Letting out a frustrated shriek, she looped her fingers in a lock of the girl's sapphire hair and pulled, tearing it harshly from her scalp and tossing it aside. Baring her teeth, Rogue frowned at the girl and snatched for the duckling again, her nails scraping the girl's flesh on her arms and hands. Rising to her feet, Rogue pulled back her own leg and began to kick the girl in the side repeatedly, forcing her arms to weaken and her grip on the duckling to loosen.
When she did, Rogue would really attack.
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Post by Carmen on Oct 23, 2005 10:39:58 GMT
If one could be any more thick than carmen, you'd be a dementor with no senses at all. Though the woman attacked and squirmed for her little duckling, Carmen would never release the little friend to her. Even if the woman was to just steal him and keep him as a pet out of jealousy, Carmen would never consent. After all, he was a gift from someone very special. So tight that the duckling could only just breath were her arms around him.
One strike down, the woman hadn't been able to grab Ozzie, who still furiously attempted to get away from the two, and so she had instead decided to pull at the long locks of her blue hair, tearing it with an unnearving rip! The girl let out a scream from the pain as blood began to seep through the tiny little now open pores on her head. But the best was yet to come.
In utter anger and obvious frustration, the woman kind of looked like a cat with her scratching of her long nails. They drove in deep through her cloak sleeves, narrowly missing Carmen's forarm bones and wrists. But this only encouraged Carmen's arms to wrap tighter, protecting her little friend from the woman.
Before Carmen could even possibly register, the woman had moved around her side, and begun to slam her feet into her side, damaging the Australian's internal organs and breaking one of her ribs quite easily. But no, still Carmen wouldn't let go. Not even loosen. If anything, her grip continued to stay the same. Bloodied streams of tears streaked down her cheeks as she yelled in a mixture of anger and pain.
Unexplainable sounds.
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Post by Rogue on Oct 23, 2005 10:57:47 GMT
The absolute terror soaring from the duckling edged Rogue on, making her foot slam harder and harder into the girl until she heard a satisfactory snap. Several surrounding people winced and looked on in horror as the lycaness suddenly bent her knees to kneel on the stone floor and raked her hand across the girl's cheek, tearing skin off it effortlessly.
Picking the flesh from under her nails with her sharp teeth, the lycaness thrust her fists into the girl's belly, winding her, before her relentless fingers snaked forcefully under the girl's arms and latched onto the duckling's tiny head. With a merciless snarl, much unlike any human, Rogue's hands moved faster than the space of a second in opposite directions, snapping the neck of the little creature and rendering it instantly silent.
It didn't stop there. Her hands retracted viciously, and because Carmen's grip on the duckling was so tight, it's head completely came apart from it's body, and the lycaness was able to tear it free in a bloody mess from the girl. The duckling's body pulsed with contractions weakly, the nerve-ending's still fading.
As onlooker's gasped horribly in despair, the lycaness brought the duckling's head to her mouth - which was morphing hideously into the jaws of a wolf - and clamped her razor-sharp canines down over it, chewing it sadistically. As she continued to chew, her jaw slowly resumed it's human form, blood trailing down the chin of the lycaness as her inky eyes flashed with delicacy.
Rounding her haunting gaze on the girl, Rogue smirked a dark smirk. A cold chill could almost be shared by all in the pub, for it was clear by her expression that the lycaness was not finished.
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Post by Carmen on Oct 23, 2005 11:13:59 GMT
Having one's cheek torn from one's face isn't a very nice experience, Carmen could have gathered that for herself by merely imagining it. But no, it had gone a step further than that with her, letting the girl feel it for herself. Sitting there was bare bone, shining beautifully in the dim light on her left cheek. Terrifying shrieks and cries were heard from the girl, but still she wouldn't give up her loving duckling.
The punch that had indeed rendered her winded again, had jabbed the rib that had broken from one of the woman's kicks into her lung, piercing it all too easily. Like a fat, German kid's finger to a chocolate mud cake. But the pain couldn't blind the girl from what had just happened. Silence came from the limp body that was still wrapped up in her arms. Though the woman didn't finish her attacks then.
Then, rips like that had happened with Carmen's hair came from under her arms. And there was the head of her poor little duckling in the woman's grasp. But before Carmen could get a good look, though she didn't want to, the beautiful woman's mouth turned into a muzzle as she guzzled the head down. Carmen's eyes widened, but not to the fact that she wasn't human.
No. It was that she had killed her little Ozzie, and decided to eat him. Oh boy, though she had a broken rib, many, many bruises and a punctured lung, the girl clutched onto the body of her little duckling with one hand, and now reached for her wand in the other pocket. Once it was successfully retrieved, the girl quickly sifted through the amounts of spells in the boxes in her mind.
And though she couldn't remember what it did, it sounded like a good enough charm; "Legilimens!" shrieked Carmen, still crying bloodied tears, jabbing the woman in her belly with her wand. Unbesknownst to Carmen, this charm would bring back some memories for the creature, either good or bad. No one could tell which. But she hoped it would at least slow the beast down.
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Post by Rogue on Oct 23, 2005 11:37:49 GMT
Rogue watched as the girl pulled her wand out, damn it, the lycaness thought, but before she could do anything, the wand was thrust into her stomach and a spell was screamed from the girl's mouth. A burst of neon light exploded into the lycaness and Rogue's eyes went blank. She stumbled backward, hitting the bar and collapsing on the ground hopelessly. But that was only the beginning of this defensive attack.
The moon above the two lycans shone elegantly, illuminating the two sisters in a patch of glowing light. Sealla's dark hair swam around her shoulders beautifully, as did Rogue's snowy-coloured tresses. The two embraced, crying and whispering sweet nothings in each other's ear's. Then the lighting swamped everything out of focus and Rogue was suddenly beside a bed, with Sealla on top, screaming her lungs out as she went into labour. Seconds passed, before Sealla's body lay limp, lifeless on the sheets; dead, for the first time.
"NOO!" Rogue yelled, as her eyes suddenly came back into focus and her fists pumelled a stool next to her, sending it halfway across the bar. She clambered up to a standing position and swivelled around to half-dive across the bartop and snatch up a meat cleaver. Holding the handle with an iron-like grip, Rogue spun with a ferocious look of anger in her eyes and dove at Carmen, slamming her wand-hand flat against the ground and bringing the biting steel of the utensil down over her wrist; cutting her hand clean off.
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Post by Carmen on Oct 23, 2005 11:47:17 GMT
Whatever had happened from the unknown spell Carmen had shoved into her, the woman went blank quickly and stumbled onto her bum, landing awkwardly. But it only lasted a second, if not less, because the blue haired Australian had no time at all to stand up and run with the limp body in her arms. The woman quickly regained herself and skidded across the bar, retrieving a knife...?
Oh yes, it was a knife. Carmen was now sure of it, because it had sliced between her wrist and her hand, making her hand and wand fall loosely onto the floor. And now, her body had begun to go into shock, shaking all over just after her left hand reached for the wand on the floor. She shook her cleaved hand free of the stick, and shuffled her arm with the duck body between her chest and other arm.
She wasn't sure if it was going to work, but she had to try before she would black out. Because she knew she would any second now. This was a spell she remembered fully, "Incendio!" cried the girl half-heartedly from the pain that was rocking through her head. Well, at least it was diverting her mind from her handless stump. As if from a muggle flame-thrower, bright flames shot from the tip of her wand, aiming straight at the woman.
Once she was sure that it had at least burnt the woman's tattered dress, the girl stumbled backwards, her arm and her hand holding the duck body and her wand. Dizzyness came along with more flooding blood-tears as her lungs began to collapse and the blood loss became too much.
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Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Oct 24, 2005 1:53:03 GMT
It had proven to be a normal day for Forgoil Halifirien as he was walking through Hogsmeade back to the Common Room after walking around the Village a few times to help clear his mind. He had met several rather important people to him in this town and everytime he saw them; they made him think more on himself then ever. There was the first one that he met, Amy Stevens, the blue-haired woman that he had the pleasure to met and it was through her that he was allowed to glimpse at himself from an angle that he rarely saw himself from. That night had changed the grey-haired lad drastically and he wold never forget first meeting Miss Stevens.
And then there was Professor Windwaltz; probably the one man that Forgoil Halifirien admired out of all the professors at school. It wasn't for what he taught or all the power that their lightening professor supposedly had within; it was his character that he was drawn to. Such a man of wise thoughts and noble aspirations; that was what Forgoil wanted to follow if he was ever given the chance to. Then there was Faerlain Darian, Prefect of his House and the one girl that he cared for the most in the world. When he was last here with here after paying a visit to a local bookshop, he had run into her and though the moment was brief; he had been given joy that he hadn't felt in a long time. Since the Summer that is; so he was given strength, wisdom, and comfort from the three people that he had met in Hogsmeade.
Yet the day wouldn't remain dull for much longer as Forgoil's green-grey eyes darted to the Three Broomsticks where he heard shouts issuing forth. Made curious by the intermingling of sounds, Forgoil slowly walked toward the Three Broomsticks and cautiously stood in the doorway. And there was a sight that sent his senses numb; there was Carmen but never as the grey-haired boy had seen her before. Her torso seemed as if it had taken a beating given out by a mad beast, part of her once-beautiful cheek had been torn asunder from her face and now she lapsed onto the floor as blood pooled about the arm that now missed it's hand. Grief unimaginable began to build inside the boy's chest as he stared in horror at the poor girl, but there was another that seemingly was suffering as well and judging by the blood that clung to her skin; she was one that had harmed Carmen.
At the sight of this woman, grief turned into rage and slowly Forgoil's mind was bent on revenge. This woman had seemingly tried to kill Carmen and by the looks of it would have felt no remorse afterward. In his mind, it seemed that this woman deserved to pay for what she had done, but Halifirien was no killer and he had his own way of dealing with things like this. His right hand darted to his wand in his pocket and daftly pulling it out with a whoosh Forgoil leveled the wand at the standing woman and shouted, "Petrificus Totalus!" and soon the spell shot across the room followed up by "Agumenti!". For even though in his fit of rage Forgoil would have liked to see nothing better than the female burn in flame; the boy still had a heart within him and killing was something that he didn't relish unless it was of the utmost, vital importance that he did so to save himself or another.
Not bother to check whether the spells had found their mark, Forgoil rushed over to Carmen and after pocketing his wand; he gently lifted her up so that he cradled her and slowly made his way to the door; not daring to look back and see what was happening to the woman. It didn't take him long before he reached the door and soon enough he was in the streets of Hogsmeade; blending into the crowds as he carried Carmen Thompson, the blue-haired wonder, to the Hospital Wing; the only place where she could recieve treatment.
He just hoped that Kasey wasn't back from her leave of absence for she would have his head when she saw what had happened to Carmen.
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Post by Rogue on Oct 27, 2005 1:35:35 GMT
The girl began to go into shock, perfect. Rogue's dappled eyes flashed victoriously, and she glanced momentarily at the limp body of the duck in Carmen's arms, grinding her canines and pondering whether or not to make it her next aim. Then the duck's body moved, as did Carmen's arm, and her left hand grabbed her wand, pointing it quickly at Rogue. Before the lycaness could move, a single word shot from the girl's mouth, weak, but successful. "Incendio!" Rogue's grey dress sparked at the tips, and as she looked down, the entire lower fold of her dress engulfed itself in flames, making the lycaness snarl angrily. It stung, like a billion wasps at her flesh, all licking her legs, thighs, and even her stomach, before suddenly... "Petrificus Totalus!" "Agumenti!" Rogue's body snapped straight like a board, her eyes widening in surprise. Then a wave of water washed over her, hissing and steaming as it cooled and extinguished the burning flames, leaving her dress a torn mess and her legs and stomach charred and burnt. A roar escaped the lycaness as her body loosened; the wielder of the spells was already out the door with Carmen in his arms. Woman melted into wolf as Rogue's senses heightened, her paws hitting the stone floor relentlessly as she sped to chase the get-away's. A loud bark sent silence through the streets of Hogsmeade as the lycaness dove out the door and ran heatedly, almost at the heels of the boy who had nearly saved this girl. Nearly. Her back legs sprung off the ground, and she yelped, forgetting only too soon the pain of the burns. But nevertheless, her forepaws contacted with his scapulas and she knocked him forward to the ground, on top of Carmen. With a low growl from somewhere deep in her throat, the she-wolf dug her blunt claws into his back harder, pinning him as her bushy tail sliced the air, left, right. Tell me your names. Spelt echoes in his mind, her telepathic message directed with a voice of surprising anguish. She winced, waiting for him to answer.
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Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Oct 27, 2005 10:22:09 GMT
Forgoil couldn't have been more surprised when he felt the wind driven out of him as something pounced on his shoulderblades from behind; causing both Carmen and himself to tumble to the ground. The weight of whatever was on his back startled the grey-haired lad; he didn't expect anything like this to be inside Hogsmeade, so this must have been the lady inside the Three Broomsticks. Well, at least she was badly incapacitated, but now Forgoil was slightly wishing that she was as he winced when her claws dug into his back.
But then he remembered that Carmen was underneath him, and the weight of both Forgoil and the creature above him would surely crush her. So he tried to push himself up slightly as to not crush Carmen but didn't make much headway for the weight on his back was too emense; he was not strong enough to shy off this burden. Even as Forgoil contemplated what kind of fix he had managed to get himself into, a voice penetrated into teh depths of his consciousness. Yet that voice was nothing that Forgoil ever heard before; it sounded like raw passion and burning sorrow combined into one. But why would the lady feel like this; she had not lost something at all in that foray in the bar; it was Carmen that had been brutalized, not she.
Yet there was no other solution that presented itself to Forgoil so he resigned himself to doing as the lady asked of him. "Our names? That is a strange thing to want to know when it seems that names will not matter to us at all in a moment.", commented Forgoil; wincing even harder as the claws started to draw blood and he felt that crimson life source trickle down his back, "I am Forgoil Halifirien and the one that you almost killed is Carmen Thompson. But why though? What did she do to deserve this? Aren't there enough beasts that roam this land that you could vent your spleen or whatever reason you did this to her on? Why did you have to do this?"
"Those words may have spelt my sentence before it is even made, but at least I did something to help a friend before my end has come. So lady; what are you going to do with us now?"
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