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Post by Sirese Prince on Jan 8, 2006 16:19:08 GMT
OOC: for future reference that dome is made to hold anything.. animals and humans.. by the way Fenris is considered half human so he would still be effected by the barrier but who cares anyways right..Also if Sirese was facing Fenris.. how did his claws get into his back?
Sirese saw the wolf break threw the barrier and charge for him. He knew he had been right about the man he was nothing more then an animal. When he tackled into Sirese his wand was clutched tightly in his hand to prevent it from being removed easily. When he fell his breath was knocked out of him, just before Fenris's tiny sharp claws dug into his back. He cried out in both shock and pain as fenris spoke into his mind. He hated that the animal had managed to get the better of him. This would be the last time for that, he would make sure of that.
When Roan pulled him away he cried out lightly as the claws tugged harshly against his flesh as they where pulled free from him. He groaned at the wet feeling of blood on his back. His arm reached to feel for the wounds but his arm could not reach the tiny wounds. His back ached with pain and his body was tingling a little as his back was bleeding only slightly. He was in pain and angry as hell. He turned around to look at the wolf.
He heard Hayzie out and he groaned a little as he tried to get up his legs a little shaky from shock and he was tired from blood loss the little he lost. He watched the animal in front of his hand on his wand if the wolf moved again he would do whatever was needed to do, even if it meant dieing in the process.
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Jan 8, 2006 16:58:23 GMT
Fenrir wasn't surprised with Roan's words; though once more she didn't seem to have the full story. He and Xailyn hadn't done anything that could resemble an attack until provoked. For Xailyn; it was the whipped cream. For Fenrir; it had been being trapped inside a cage and threatened that the Ministry of Magic would kill him. It was no crime for any creature to want to live; it was only natural, and Nature ruled the ways of all. By Nature; Fenris had to act on his instincts to get himself out of trouble, and by Nature; humans would always be impulsive and assume they were right.
'You think that telling them my past would hurt me Roan? Do you even think that just for a minute; it will make me weak or be my undoing? The past only affects Richard; I am the Present and I am the Future of this body. And I don'tt give a damn about your friends or these students; in the end their mortal lives will play out and they shall turn to dust. But you are the ever insistent one, aren't you? You think that you can...', ranted Fenrir in Roan's mind, but he was cut off when Roan pulled the trapped boy out from under him and Hayzie petrified him for the moment.
Yet Roan's spell that followed up Hayzie's hit straight and true. Knocking him off of his feet, the petrified wolf teetered in the air for mere seconds before he collasped to the ground with a tremendous crash. Not a single part of his body could move, but one part of him was moved. The part of Fenris Fenrir that seemed to be non-existent from the start of his life.
His heart.
Hayzie acknowledged once more that he was her father. It was those rare moments in time that Fenris was a normal being; when those that were his children acknowledged him. Hayzie asked that he let them enjoy this Christmas and told him that they could continue this some other time. But those words mattered little to the Lycan's mind. The tone that she had used when she said "Pappa" was a tone that Fenrir had never hear in all his days; so loving and filled with the innonence of the young. Yet a dark shadow entered into his mind.
There were also times in the past where the girl took advantage of her father's love; times where she used it to save the lives of others. It had saved Aylen Hawkins from further pain on the day that he sired Hayzie. It had been crucial in the events at the Graveyard; not only did she escape, but so did Roan and the other girl. What were the chances that....no...she wouldn't be using him as a tool to protect herself and her mortal friends. Would she?
Yet time had come and passed; the spell wore off and it was no wolf that rose to it's feet; it was Fenrir the man. His overcoat had survived the change and he was still clothed in it, but as Fenrir turned it was clear that something was wrong. The manical fire that once lit those eyes had dimmed and the black eyes of Fenris Fenrir gazed dolefully on his daughter and said with a sigh,"You call me Pappa child? You called me that once before...though how I can trust you this time? The minute that I sired you; you were mine, yet you still seem to be more human than you should. So if I am your Pappa; swear it. Swear it before the whole school. Then I shall go only to return the next day. Tell them..what you really are; that you are not one of them...you are of me. Tell them that, then turn into your other form. Then I shall leave."
With those thoughts off of his chest, Fenrir resigned himself to gazing at his Daughter; waiting for her reply.
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Post by Hayzie on Jan 8, 2006 17:35:44 GMT
So if I am your Pappa; swear it. Swear it before the whole school.
As Fenris turned back to his human form, Hayzie had thought it was all over and that they would be left to enjoy the ball in peace. The fire had left his dark eyes, leaving them looking almost warm and a small smile appeared on Hayzie's face. It was then he spoke those words, the words that banished the smile and left the blonde girl frozen to the spot. "I..." she started, her eyes looking around the hall at those watching. Sirese was still hurt and it pained her to see him so. They had only known each other for a small amount of time, but already the Head Girl felt close to him.
"I..." she repeated, her eyes turning to face a small group of people watching over at one side, none of whom Hayzie knew. Her friends had left, and now the blonde was left with little moral support. How had she got into this situation? It didn't surprise the blonde she didn't like toffee. Toffee was sticky, as were many of the situations she got herself in to.
With a twist of your lips and a twist of the facts, you can play pretend that everythings all right...
Was there really any point in walling up the truth? Any point in twisting the facts and play pretending? Or was it worth simply telling the truth and getting out while she could; while Fenris was asking her the simple question which had only one simple answer.
"I..." Hayzie tried again, her green eyes meeting his dark ones again. It was so simple to say: "No", and yet so much easier to lie. However she couldn't turn into a Lycan form.
As panic began to seep through her, Hayz could no longer feel her legs. If there was one thing that could shorten the course of magic, it was panic and panic had shortened the spell Sirese had put on her. As sudden as she had been there, doll-Hayz disappeared and the Hayzie in the wheelchair suddenly opened her eyes, remembering everything that had happened.
Now, though, the blonde was a distance from Fenris. Giving him an unreadable glance, Hayz turned her chair and wheeled out of the hall. There was no way she could stay now.
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Post by Galanor Rosewind on Jan 8, 2006 20:22:20 GMT
((Ooc: =_= I need to stop getting pulled out of my house for days at a time. ><))
Galanor wached as the fights erupted. She still couldn't be sure of who these unfamiliar people were... or what they were.... until she suddenly witnessed Fenris shift forms. She stared at the wolfish creature for a blank moment, then shook her head. Here, she had no desire to be bitten by a lycan. She grasped Krista's arm firmly and retreated a few steps, whispering to her.
"That's what I was jumpy about, and I think my senses were right when they told me something was.. off.,. about those two. I've never seen them around.. do you know who they are?" She stared at the Fenris as he pounced a student that she recognized as a fellow Slytherin being pounced by him and hurt, but she payed less attention to the demoness that was somewhat nearer to them. She pulled out her wand, not wanting to back away, and ready if necessary to defend herself against the two.
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Post by Sirese Prince on Jan 8, 2006 22:51:57 GMT
Sirese stared at them both in shock as it hit him. This wolf was saying Hayzie was a lycan. He stared at her as she tried to speak. Something didn't feel right in his stomach about this. He felt that it was not true, after all couldn't lycan's heal their own wounds. He watched in horror as the spell he had casted faded far sooner then it should have. He watched as she wheeled out of the room and felt his heart sink.
When his eyes fell back on Fenris they burned in anger "Your are a ass you know that." He said angered. "One night.. thats all she wanted." He yelled at him "This was the one night she could walk and dance like she use to." He said loudly taking a step toward Fenris "How could you do that to her, you toke away everything from her tonight, her fun and now her legs." He said coldly to the wolf.
"Get out, you have done enough damage." He said coldly "Get out now." He said simply pointing to the door they had entered threw "You say she is your daughter, and you apparently act like you care for her, yet you just toke away her Christmas gift like some monster from the night." He said coldly. "you say your not an animal, but right now your more of a monster then anything inside the forest right now." He turned on his heel and ran after Hayzie worried about her more then himself. His blood slowly dripping down his back.
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Post by ~Persephone~ on Jan 9, 2006 1:36:14 GMT
Persephone had just left the common room. It'd taken longer then she'd expected to convince Teagan that she should go to Ball. It wasn't like she hadn't planned extra time, but she really hadn't expected to spend that much time getting ready. She didn't regret it though. She had even liked spending that time with her friends.
She walked briskly down the stairs, trying hard not to trip on the hem of the dress. She'd joked about "death by dress" earlier, but now it seemed to be a reality. At least she wasn't wearing those stupid heels. If she had been, she'd have certaintly not made it this far down in one piece.
She reached the last step, and turned to see if Teagan and Sam were still there. She could see their feet, or someone's feet, and headed into the Ball. The sight that met the Ravenclaw prefect's eyes was awful. A fight, or really fights, seemed to be breaking out. So much for having a nice time at the dance with her friends.
She watched as Sirese ordered Fenris out. That was a good idea, and she hoped it worked. Still, she turned to check on her friends. If they got hurt, it would be her fault. She would never live it down, nor would she ever let herself.
"Guys, I think we have a situation," she said under her breath to her two friends.
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Jan 10, 2006 0:10:58 GMT
In those few moments after Hayzie fled the Dance Hall, Fenris Fenrir felt like that she had cut out his heart while he was still living, cut into even pieces of 7 then stuffed the bleeding remains back into his body. She had said neither yes nor no, but without answering his question at all; that was simply too much for the lycan to take. Just as the Great Achilles tore at his hair and pulled out tufts of his beard in sadness and woe when Patroclus was slain, Fenrir sank to his knees; his hands pulling at his hair and tears mingling in with the blood and facial hair that covered his face.
In his eyes, he was not only disowned by Hayzie Roberts; but betrayed and left in the dust. All those times that she had called him "Pappa"; they were just a lovely memory that would haunt him for the rest of his days. How carefully had he carried her out of the Dueling Hall? So carefully as if the slightest deviation of any form might have broken her. He had loved this girl, his child; now she scorned him by leaving him there answerless. He had taken so many risks with her; only to be smacked in the face for all his attempts.
Having Miss Roberts as a daughter had shown Fenrir that perhaps...just maybe; that mercy should be given in some, rare circumstances. And now; mercy was the last thing on Fenrir's mind. As that vile boy haughtily said his say, Fenrir muttered darkly at the boy's retreating back, "You finally guessed me out boy; I am no beast, but a monster. Yet that does not mean that I cannot think, feel and want like you can. I might have stolen from Miss Robert's this night; but you sir, you have stolen some of my light."
Rising to his feet with grim determination, Fenrir's face was a bloody mess. One could never have guessed at who he was if they had not seen the acts of self-mutaliation, caused by grief, that he had inflicted on himself. They took her from him; what did he deserve this for? No father deserved to see one that they thought to be their own child turn on them like this. No father had to suffer the boiling concoction of anger, grief, misery and woe that now brewed in Fenrir's heart.
It was then that Fenrir snapped; it seemed that the morally defeated Lycan was on his way to leave when his eyes snapped open with a new fire. A fire that needed to fuel to burn itself out on and Fenrir had found that fuel. "She is still mine!", roared the Lycan as he ran straight for one of the many pillars that held up the ornate roof of the Dance Hall. (In many situations, sometimes it is clear that people will tend to apply the wrong things to other things in life. For the term "bringing down the house" usually means to impress everyone at the social convent; not the literal meaning.)
Fenrir's fist slammed into the mighty, granite pillar; the impact left a dust cloud of plaster hovering in the air. Seething with rage, Fenrir quickly changed forms and threw himself again at the pillar; vengence on his mind. 'Mine!', roared the silver-grey wolf as he rammed into the pillar. Each time he ran into the pillar; the word "mine" echoed throughout the minds of all present. But the ancient stonework proved too great a foe for Fenrir, and the lycan collasped to the ground panting while reeling in shock and agony of the situation. Salty tears sprung from the wolf's black eyes as a voice that few expected Fenrir to use was heard for perhaps the first time.
'Mine...my own, little girl.'
And so Fenris Fenrir, the Lord of the Hunt, was reduced to a weeping mass for the first time and to his later horror; in front of the enemy.
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Post by Xailyn Rose on Jan 11, 2006 21:00:39 GMT
She felt one spell hit her, and that was the last she remembered clearly. After it was all so confusing, she wasn't even sure what she was doing anymore, it took her awhile to regain a good state of mind. She even almost fell over, but before she could her entire body was frozen in place, she noted the girl Hayzie, who had ruined her dress had cast to her a paralyzing spell! As if she needed more harm. But of course, she did fix the stains on her dress quickly after, but Xailyn wasn't about to go and say thank you.
Her mind wandered constantly, thinking of ways to get out of her mess. But it was oh so simple as she eyed up a boy, all she had to do was get him to cast a spell to undo each effect. Her planning was difficult, though, for she had a pounding headache due to the confusing spell pulled on her. Damn those children and their wooden wands. Next time she'd show them all. But in this case, she wouldn't have time to chase after them, for she watched Fenris, and really felt a pang of sympathy.
She caught bits of parts of the conversation, realizing that Hayzie would not swear that Fenris was her father. She could almost feel his heart shatter, she watched him fall to his knees, begin to break a post that assisted in holding the room up. Crimson eyes fell as he did, seeing him mutilate his own face due to ... sadness. "Mine!" A loud roar came into her mind, Fenris, and it made her headache feel oh so much better. She needed to do something. But what could she do?
'Hey, boy, come here,' she taunted to a male just having a good time. He sauntered towards the demoness, for she was beautiful, and often used it to assist her for getting what she wanted. 'Can you put some counter curses on me?' in her mind she had a conversation with the boy, and without two much hesitation he whipped out his wand, and muttered a few words. Finally she was relieved from her frozen and confused state. She smiled wickedly, "Thank you darling," she curtsied slightly, walking over to Fenris, her eyes shooting daggers at Sirese. "Please - go with your friends, or have a f***ing good time dancing."
She turned away from him, looking at Fenris, she had never seen him in tears. And it was sad. She felt sad, she felt bad for him. Sympathy wasn't a common emotion to spread throughout her cold body, but she definitely felt traces this night. "...Fenris," she whispered, she didn't know exactly what to do...should she encourage him to get out of here, then grieve? Or should she let him make a mess out of the hall, and they get outnumbered by the Ministry of Magic or something.
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Post by -Roan- on Jan 12, 2006 0:42:34 GMT
"Hayzie!" Roan called after the fleeing girl. Fenris's little attitude and actions here were totally uncalled for. The Gryffindor owed him nothing, and he treated her like she did. Like she was his daughter. Is she though? It would explain the bite on her arm at the graveyard. The Hufflepuff shook off such thoughs and concetrated an angry hazel gaze on the now sobbing lycan. She wanted to slap him so badly for acting that way, but magic would suffice. "Should I make you run after her and appologize for being a bad boy Fenris. Or should I just use my magic to teach you that you do not mess with my friends. You really hurt Miss Roberts to make her flee that way. She doesnt owe you anything, stop treating her like she does." Roan then rounded on Xailyn, angry at the demoness too. She had no right to do what she was.
"You will not speak to him that way demoness. You were the one who confronted them, you made first contact. Now you pay your price, he was just defending Hayzie. Back away from Fenris now." The 'Puff was probably making the biggest mistake of her life just attempting to demand things of the demoness and the lycan, but she didnt want them to hurt Hayzie or Sirese. She quickly gazed around the Dance Hall, looking for anyone that could help her. And once again she found that she was searching her head for a spell or something to do to the weeping Fenris. At that sight her face went drawn. "You are pathetic, weeping over your own mistake, I thought you were stronger than that, and yet you act like someone ripped your heart out. Psh, if you even have a heart."
Just once, just once I would like to not fight. But it calls for it. Nobody offends Hayzie like that while I can do something about it. Her wand went up, and pointed at the demoness first. "Immbolulous, Incarcerous!" A spell to keep Xailyn from moving, another to bind her in ropes. She didnt want to deal with her cold hands or strength, so it would be better if she just couldnt fight at all. Now a depressed and angry Fenris, she could handle that. She walked close to the lycan and knelt down so her angry hazel eyes were level with his. Every one of her muscles was tensed ready to move away. A hand went up and backhanded him across the face, like his counterpart had done so long ago. "Stop coming into this school, run back to your master and cry to him, Im sure he'd love to hear it. This dance was peaceful before you came, it will be peaceful again." She whispered harshly so that he could hear every word.
"She is obviously not your daughter, so she is not yours. She is not anyones, and she is certainly not little. I never want to see you do that to her again." She said before standing up and backing away a bit. There was an evil little grin on her face when the perfect spell came into mind. She didnt want to use it earlier, but now she would, because the lycan didnt like it so much. Let him suffer a little bit. "Incendio!" Fire spilled from her wand to the kneeling man, and she flicked the wand to stop it. The flame danced in her hazel eyes, and she let it work before using a water spell to put it out. This just wasnt right, and wasnt fun. "Incarcerous." She said, letting ropes fly at Fenris.
"Ill leave you two here for the Minstry to come and fetch you. Until we meet again Demoness, and you too Fenris. Cross me again and I will fight back." She said calmly before striding to the entrance of the Dance Hall, intending to follow Hayzie and Sirese and help in any way possible.
OOC: My 300th post! And it stinks!
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Jan 14, 2006 15:15:26 GMT
ooc: Warning in advance; if you are faint of heart or dislike vivid and gruesome descriptions of the Human anatomy; then I strongly urge you not to read this post.
IC: As Fenrir wept tears of salty origin and blood, one soothing voice entered into his mind. It was Xailyn and she was...concerned for him? Why on Earth would she be concerned about him; he was just a mutt compared to any Demon and yet her voice stressed that she was worried. To think that for a moment the heart of Fenris Fenrir quickened it's pace and were his face not already crimson red with drying blood; perhaps it would have turned a few shades redder. But before Fenrir could voice anything to Xailyn; that...little terror had to shove her face into his personal matters.
Was all of the girl's abilities focused into her little flames and her forked tongue that spouted mockery every time that he heard it? A mockingbird; that was all she was and Fenrir ate mockingbirds when he found them sleeping in their nests. So her time would come; if she thought that she could say these things to his face and get off scot free; she had another thing...
Then came the slap that derailed his train of thought. He could take being mocked; he could take the physical pain, but what Roan's greatest mistake was that she mentioned Hayzie not being his child to his face. Perhaps if she studied the face of her foe longer, Roan might have seen that the tears that wetted the Lycan's face and beard had stopped. Only the breathing and bleeding continued, but the breathing was not that of a mourning person; it was that hoarse, raspy breathing of someone that is about to lose control. All of these danger signs were evident, but Roan didn't seem to pay them heed, and why not when Fenrir was a weeping wreck only moments before?
Yet the very moment that his breathing became harsher, Fenris was consumed in flames. Human skin burned and charred; flaps of that dying epidermis came loose and fell sickeningly to the floor of the Dance Hall where Fenrir knelt. But despite his immolation in those fires; not one word left Fenrir's mouth though there was no need for the hatred that blazed in his eyes said all that needed saying. The water that came out of Roan's wand may have put out the fire on his body; the ropes that encircled his form may have held him in place for a little while, but the water could not extinguish his hatred nor could the ropes contain the madman's wrath-induced strength.
The minute that Roan had turned her back on him, Fenrir let out a wordless roar as if all his old wounds had reopened and even more wounds had been dealt upon the ravenous wolf. Fenrir's muscles tensed and bulged and the cords of rope that bound him in place strained under the pressure. As his roar it's peak in ferocity, misery, and blood-curling volume; the first cord of rope that had wrapped itself around his chest snapped and all the others as a result were little trouble for Fenrir to remove. Snarling out a primative warcry, Fenrir surged forward as fast as his human legs could carry him and he grabbed Roan from behind and threw her to the ground.
The veins in his neck seemed like they would burst and his eyes flashed fire and fury unstoppable, but that is what happened when someone unleashed the beserk being of Fenris Fenrir. With a wordless shout, Fenrir smashed his booted foot on Roan's forearm; snapping the radius and the ulna. Nerves were severed; vessels were ruptured and skin buckled under the pressure that Fenrir placed in his assault. Jumping over to the other side of Roan, Fenrir repeated the process with similiar results. But that was just the beginning to what he had planned before he actually talked to the girl.
Straddling the fallen girl, Fenrir grasped her right hand and that manical grin that he was famed for spread over his features as he wickedly looked at Roan's fingers. Devilishly smiling to himself, Fenrir took hold of one of Roan's fingers.
"This little piggie went to market" snap "This little piggie stayed home" snap "This little piggie had roast beef" snap "This little piggie had none" snap "This little PINKIE cried 'wee, wee, wee' all the way home!" snap
Fenrir dropped the limp hand that now had all of it's fingers broken after being bent back in extremely horrific ways. And to add insult to injury, Fenrir took the girl's wand and snapped it in two with his human teeth. Spitting out the splinters onto her face, Fenrir whispered so only she could hear him, "'Do not tempt a desparate man' those were the words that Romeo said unto Paris before Paris foolishly attacked him. And now I repeat myself from the past by saying those words now; I warned you to stay out of my way. I warned you not to tamper with my pysche, but no. You had to prod, poke, and push all my buttons, but to what end; so that could be a hero just like Little Aylen Hawkins. I know that you care for him; he murmers about you in his sleep. Oh; I know this because I hear his moaning from that endless nightmare that he is subject to. Such passionate cries for you come from his crypt and you are never going to be there to end his suffering Not to mentin he is attractive for a male; perhaps I should spoil your reunion with him by disfiguring him beyond recognition?"
"So this be a lesson to you troublesome mockingbird; when you see Fenris Fenrir grieving; it would do you wise to keep away. For if you have a heart and a head on your shoulders; you will let me be. Or I shall take your very heart to make me have one that I lack. Words and fire; that is all you have to use against me Girl; but I have taken away your fire and I hear no words from you now.", said Fenrir menacingly as he stood up and moved toward Xailyn. When he reached the stunned demoness, Fenrir gently lifted her so that he carried her over his shoulder and made his way to the same door that he first entered in.
But even as the towering man left the Dance Hall behind him, words pounded forcefully into Roan's mind, 'Be careful little Mockingbird; for you have elected the way of pain.'
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Post by Teagan on Jan 15, 2006 2:27:01 GMT
As Teagan was finally convinced to leave the common room with Persephone and Samantha, they had left. Fortunately, a good amount of time had been spent with the delay, so it was unlikely that she'd have to bother with much; especially dancing. Teagan liked dancing about as much as she wanted to go to the Christmas ball, if not less. Of course, this was also probably because she didn't know exactly how to dance. Perhaps her pure-blood cousins would know, being as wealthy and flashy as they were, but Teagan didn't know too much with dancing; that was why she kept to magic and graciously avoided the dance hall. This time was an exception; seeing as Persephone and Samantha could probably have teamed up against her and forced her to go and how Teagan really didn't have much of a reason not to go that they didn't solve, she had willingly surrendered and, with some tugs, was taken out of the common room. Persephone carefully darted down the last stairs and into the ball. She, it appeared, had immediately assumed Teagan would go without any more question; that would be one of the few things the older prefect had guessed wrong.
Teagan still desired to avoid the gigantic room, and it was one of the thoughts that she put into action. Gently, the younger prefect eased herself behind Sam whose short, black dress wasn't dangling near the floor like Persephone's or Teagan's. There were a few other people in the corridor that led to the ball, fortunately. Her black shoes, which Teagan attempted to smother the easy clicking noise of, awkwardly but hastily moved with her feet among the stone steps a few paces upward. Her delicate ankles weren't used to shoes like that, more feminine-looking ones, so she was less than graceful in her careful movements. Why did people bother with such impractical elegance?
Swaying lightly with a quick loss of balance, the prefect steadied herself by laying her clothed left arm against one of the stairway's bricken walls with most of her weight leaning on the limb; next time, she needed to find a better hiding place where Persephone wouldn't get to her. After all, she was nearly useless in that outfit! It was beautiful, but what aid would come from going to a ball or dressing like a fancy-smancy princess or by making "friends"?
Easily seeing through the doorway to the dance, there seemed to be a commotion; still, Teagan was unable to see much of it. Some slamming at the ball was easily heard, and it sounded as if breakage was occurring among the hard, nearly impenetrable room and pillars. Well.... I guess this isn't as boring as I thought... Though, the smashing sounds from inside the room weren't very comforting, each accompanied by "Mine." Obviously, someone was in a very bad mood. Obviously, Teagan was even less willing than before to enter. Next, an unfamiliar cruel voice assaulted someone or something with spells in a very P.O.'d fashion along with quite a few unpleasant things to say. A few minutes afterword, with Teagan a little too interested and curious to leave, someone very angry started saying something about pigs; now, she was even less sure about if she actually wanted to be down there. Who was talking about pigs? The voice held some familiarity, but it was so aggravated and angered that that did little to distinguish whom it came from. Soon, the voice said, slightly calmer, that she shouldn't mess with Fenris Fenrir.
Teagan had heard of Fenris Fenrir; rumors were spread about him all throughout the school. Apparently, he was also the lycan that had entered their divinations room and caused quite the ruckus involving Professor Stevens's kidnapping. Of course, they hadn't had class since then. And, what met her eyes as it walked out, didn't seem like him at first, carrying a girl over his shoulder like that in such a protective manner. Still, rumors were only rumors, and their bases were usually the only portion of truth they held. Fenris looked as if he had been through Hell and back. For the girl... It wasn't too difficult to recognize her as the demoness that had joined them in the classroom. Unfortunately, she had less of a reputation that Fenris, so Teagan didn't know her name. There remained something different about her than before. After the couple had left, the Ravenclaw realized that her hair seemed to be opposite; that, and the fact that the two had been in formal wear. Teagan immediately stopped her mind from wondering why a lycan and a demoness would be dressed like that and together. They were a team, but thoughts of a lycan-love-demon thing were a little too much to have any desire to deal with.
The prefect's red-violet eyes gazed after the powerful beings, not seeming so merciless as most had stated; the female shouting her head off earlier sound to be a lot more PMS-ish. Interest finally taking over, the fourteen year old, now looking older than usual in the formal wear borrowed from Ariadne, cautiously began to step back down the mostly empty steps; nearly everyone had scooted off with the sounds of chaos below. Being a Ravenclaw, nosiness had taken over. The prefect's slender dress was a luscious maroon, like dark blood of a deep wound. Over her cleavage, black lace was elegantly woven. At her waist, where the lace led to, a dark wave tread over the rest of the silken cloth. Her dress was held up by thin straps that quietly slid over her shoulders. Then, she also had gloves that she was quite determined to bring; they were also black and met her elbows. Beneath either was a hidden wand; even in short heels, Teagan was nearly useless so she had chosen to bring them as something she could possibly handle as something she was used to.
Still, it seemed that there was little need left for her wands; so far, it didn't look like they were going to do much. Unlike Persephone, Teagan had chose to let her straight hair hang the way it was; oddly, it was a lighter shade than that of the dark gown of Ariadne's. She ignored the lengthy locks that had fallen over parts of her dress as she quickly, though trying to not fall, entered the ball room. By the looks of it, she had missed even more action than that of what she had heard. Right now, there was an injured student on the floor with an extremely deformed arm that didn't seem to be like that before.
Teagan's steps weren't as silent as usual and were making simply clicking sounds on the floor. Of course, she knew how to brace a broken limb, but she hadn't practiced for anything that disassembled; it was pretty gross, even for her, but she didn't pale (due to the fact that she didn't stare at it for too long). Fortunately, many people had said they were attending the ball, though Teagan didn't know if the ones she was looking for had. Her eyes had a serious quality, one usually not found, as she looked across the many faces. Kasey and Shae were nurses, along with someone else Teagan didn't know. The prefect didn't see the famous Kasey, but it wasn't too long before her eyes lit upon a frozen part of the wall not too close. Either the demoness had bothered to do it (why would she waste her time like that?), or something else very cold was nearby, near the ice sculptures Shae had made.
At a quicker pace, Teagan immediately started walking toward it; she had found that her shoes, no matter how short the heels were, were not made for running. A few swishes of her red hair was one of the few things that could be seen as she zig-zagged through the crowd; at least, there weren't as many people as she had expected. Finally reaching the wall, Teagan said, in a tone more urgent than usual, "Shae? We need your help." Her voice was still soft, but not so much as one usually found. Secretively, she hoped that the ghost wouldn't be annoyed to be bothered; though, it was unlikely that she wasn't in that part of the wall seeing as the ice would have melted if she didn't stay near.
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Post by Shae on Jan 15, 2006 10:43:44 GMT
The ghost probably would have been out of the wall and into the commotion - or for certain putting it on ice for a moment - much sooner if she had actually noticed it. In her mild depression over the dance she had turned away from it, hiding away in the wall and listening to the castle.
It wasn't that she didn't like to dance, she liked it very much, but so often it was more fun if there was someone to dance with, and for the dead girl, there wasn't anyone, not for her. She had even been rekoned a rather good dancer, if a little dangerous. But that came from having studied sword dancing as well as every other type she could.
It was the sound of her house prefect talking to her that made her turn, and face the Dancing Hall again. Horror met her eyes. A year ago when she had died, they had become bright green from black. In her shock, they had turned black again.
"Right," she said, stepping out of her puddle of frost on the wall.
The ghost had a great respect for lycans, the ones she knew, the ones she had created ice sculptures of that were currently standing proudly in that very dance hall, were really quite decent people who had had their own troubles like everyone else. She also had a great respect for demons, cared deeply for one of them, though she knew better than to expect them to defy their nature for long after chaos had started to grasp any situation.
And now they were gone. There was real work for her to do, and she knew it. This would not be fun for anyone to watch.
"Roan? Roan I know it hurts, I've been killed, but your legs are fine. I can't treat you here, and I need to set your bones properly. I'm sorry, but it means potions, muggle medicine isn't very good about fixing hands, and I know how much you need them. Teagan, help her stand please, but don't touch her arms," she said, an almost motherly edge to her voice. Soft sharpness, kind and firm.
"And to think I had wanted to just dance with someone tonight," she muttered to herself as her eyes regained their regular bright green glow.
ooc: I haven't looked in on this thread since my post on the first page, other than that, Teagan or Roan start a thread in the Wing with some vague reference to what happened and I'll be right on it.
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Post by -Roan- on Jan 15, 2006 17:39:50 GMT
Roan expected the ropes not to hold, he was a strong lycan, mere magic from a 5th year wouldn’t be good enough. What she hadn’t expected was him to come charging at her and attack her, she thought him too emotional at the time to do that. She gave a small gasp of surprise when she was thrown to the ground, and barely remembered how to land to avoid simple injury. But any injury that fall could have caused would have been nothing compared to what the lycan seemed to have in mind for her. That shattering blow to one arm, and then another, were enough to make Roan scream twice. It took will to not move those arms, she knew that would make the pain worse. The ‘Puff held back tears, but her face had gone pale. This lycan just proved again and again how insane he was, and her torture wasn’t over.
With each snap of her finger, Roan winced, but didn’t cry out. She was biting her bottom lip hard to avoid that, to the point she could taste the coppery tang of blood. Don’t scream, don’t scream, don’t scream, you have suffered worse, broken bones can be mended, just don’t scream. She told herself again and again, and finally her right arm was released, falling down limply to her side like her other one. The pain in each limb was sharp and throbbing, but through all of it she focused on the mad-man’s words. Aylen. He was talking about Aylen. His words were like barbs and affected her greatly, for all she could do was think about him. Of course, they knew he was gone and captured, but why would he care about her? There was only one explination.
“You lie.” She said to him as he left, his words still going through her head. The demoness was gone, and now people could go about their night without having to worry about two insane people trying to ruin it. The girl was just lieing there for a moment, trying to catch her breath and get through the pain enough to stand. She tried to move her arms, only warranting a sharp pain in each, that wasn’t going to work. To her luck, help came, and she found herself hearing the voice of their ghost nurse once again. It seemed whenever she got in a scrap with Fenris or another being, it was Shae who was the one to treat her. And this wasn’t an exception. When the mention of potions instead of muggle medicine was said, Roan bit her lip and nodded. She hated magical healings, sure they were useful if it was life or death, but you were better off just letting your body naturally heal itself. The ‘Puff thought of this, but then a pang from her arms brought her back to reality. Potions it would be.
Taking a deep breath, Roan pushed herself up into a kneeling position, difficult to do without the use of her arms, and every single movement with them sent another wave of pain. Then, taking another deep breath, she stood up, wincing as her arms ached. They hung limply at her side, she didn’t dare move them at all. Hazel eyes were brought up and Roan continued to take deep breaths and focus on something other than her arms and deformed hand. “Lets go…” She whispered, ready to make the painful walk to the Hospital Wing. She took one step, and then another, and started to head out, hoping that Shae and Teagan were following. The pain made her dizzy and her legs felt weak but she walked. There was no time for weakness right now, Roan had opened her big mouth again, she was suffering the price.
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Post by Teagan on Jan 15, 2006 20:43:02 GMT
OOC: The thread in the Hospital Wing is here.
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Post by ~Persephone~ on Jan 17, 2006 0:57:09 GMT
Persephone nodded to Teagan as she left. Should clean this up, and Teagan would be better in the Hospital Wing. She was needed here to fix things and get things started up again. Normalacy had to be restored as soon as possible.
Yeah, but I don't think that has a chance of happening. This kind of thing isn't that easy to forget, and there are so many of us here...I guess I'll have to do what I can.
Persephone pointed her wand at the mess on the floor. In her mind, she screamed "Scourgify!" (she had issues with cleaning spells), and the are cleaned itself of the debris and and...other things left from the fight. At least this way, there wasn't much of any trace of what had happened.
"I know you guys are going to think I'm crazy, but let's get back to the dance! I know you guys came down here for a good time, so let's get back to that!"
Persephone's voice was magically amplified, and yet she still felt the need to fill the tones of her voice with authority and...was that a little bit of pleading? She only hoped that the others understood why they should return to the dance. She, herself, only knew that it was the right thing to do. At least this way, if things started again, then people wouldn't remember the awful details so clearily.
Please let them listen...
Persephone's eyes scanned them all, challeningly and defiant. She might have been small, but she would do what she thought was needed of her. This was something that needed to be done...and sooner was much better.
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