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Post by Ashe Donovan on Sept 28, 2007 14:29:54 GMT -5
Ashe
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
The chill had come to Hogwarts with the turn of summer to autumn. Everywhere, colored leaves spread out over the ground like some kind of ornamental rug. The wind blew with a screeching defiance, tearing through people's clothes in hopes of defeating them. None of it was noticed by the lone boy. His mind was concentrated on one thing.
The near to full moon.
Now one might think that it's odd for a boy, a Slytherin boy, to be concentrating on something as simple as the moon. But he lived his life by it, goverened by the different phases of the moon. Already, he could feel the thirst stirring his blood, making him more and more agressive as the nights passed, all the while drawing him closer to the full moon. In another night, he could satisfy his cravings.
You see, the boy is a werewolf.
And not just any werewolf. Grandson to Fenrir Greyback himself, his family had been forced into the Highlands of Scotland to escape the persecution of the "good witches and wizards" Bah! Ashe would have his revenge some day. His grandfather had bitten Ashe personally, ensuring that hewould carry on the family legacy of evil, destrucion, and murder.
Temper had risen all night, goaded on by the frequent interruptions of little wanna-be Slytherin first years, those who had yet to prove themselves. Rather than maul somebody and get expelled, Ashe wandered out to the grounds, wearing nothing to ward off the chill that bothered so many others. Baggy jeans, a rock T-shirt, and a studded bracelet made him look for all the world like a rebel teenager, which he was. But that strange glint in his hazel eyes would warn everyone that something was different about him.
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Sept 28, 2007 15:16:38 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x Zack's hands were clasped harshly together the small webbing between his fingers torn with the harsh pressure of the vampires strength. The blood tore down his arms then vannished, the cuts healing over and over. The chill wind ruffled his hair although it stood strongly in it's messy possition even with the flattening power of the wind. His grey eyes had fashioned themselves into the surrounding pale moon causing them to almost look white yet still black. It was confusing to discribe as much as it was to look at, the glowing of his skin and the obscurity of his eyes. His feet hardly touched the ground yet he moved at the pace of a normal human, head downcast to the ground, his hands now perfectly unharmed stuffed in his jean pockets. The black t-shirt seemed at least 3 sizes too big on his and the wind whipped it around his body, his semi-muscular slim appearance blowing in an out with the fact the t-shirt pushed against it then fell to baggy.
His head shot up and his body followed up into the tree with an unusually high jump. He balanced on the branch which was so thin it wouldn't usually hold his weight and looked to were he heard the step. It fell onto a familiar face, more a sihoette of one but still a face he knew. He dropped to the ground casually swinging on the branch beforehand and purposfully tried to make as much noise possible when landing compared to his silent landings. He jutted his chin slightly before staring at him and in a monotonus way muttering a small;
"Oi Ashe!"
His head turned and his face turned into a screwed fashion cursing in an odd fashion to the owl that flew into the tower after resting on a branch.
"I hate those stupid birds..."
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Post by Ashe Donovan on Sept 29, 2007 6:43:59 GMT -5
The Highlander turned at the sound of the branches being stirred. The familiar, too skinny frame of Lennox appeared on the ground from his perch in the tree. A canine-like grin came to Ashe's face, showing the lengthening canines in his mouth. A few more days and this would be over, he could be a normal human until next month came.
"Zack."
Ashe greeted cooly. His gaze trailed after Zack to the fleeing plump owl. His mouth began to water slightly as the thirst hit again, this time with more vengeance. He tore his eyes from the bird and focused on his friend again, one who suffered from an affliction as bad as his own. A vampire.
"Good eatin' though."
Not something many people would want to know, but if there was nothing else around, Ashe had always gone for the owls. The headmistress had come to him several times after people complained that their owls were always frightened or missing. She knew it was him, but couldn't prove it.
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Sept 30, 2007 9:16:40 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x The vampire let his mouth fold letting his slightly sharper than usual teeth show. Ashe knew anyway so it was ok to stop having to conceal himself as jst a normal person, being normal was tiring. His ears jumped, not literally, at the small comment of the owls and sent a small wave of amusment through his body.
"Their blood is awful, I'd take the first years but I've promised myself during term I only drink rats and they arn't much better than owls..."
Zack shuddered his shoulders in a small shrug and leant on the trunk of the tree which by his guess was around two years old and should have atleast bent slightly under his weight if it wasn't for the fact he controlled his weight quite differently than usual. He ran a hand through his hair and stifled a yawn before turning back to his werewolf friend.
"When you going hunting in Hogsmeade next? Or are you sticking to the grounds?"
His eyebrows raised slightly, Zack was in the village most nights because only some times could you get away with not sleeping and the first years were little snitches at the best of times even ratting on fellow Slytherins. Just because Zack had grabbed the first year's cat and threatened to break its neck if it didn't stay away from him he'd managed to land Zack in two detentions and a letter home. It didn't matter his mother didn't care at the best of times. Even now he'd just sent his first letter, from his sisters 541 letters most of them about 4 a day, to Enkeel Isle to stop her threat from actually coming true. She'd threatened to tell everyone she knew about Zack and right now he was glad only three people knew about his vampirism. Of course he'd told Ashe first being one of his good friends, maybe his best friend but Zack didn't like the term at all, then the fifth year russian who just so kindly read his sisters letter and the most important secretive part was in Russian thus his secret was out to her and no doubt Frae knew it was easier to spot a vampire her father being one. And by that one of those who wasn't on Zack's tail to kill him.
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Post by Ebony Arka on Oct 1, 2007 5:13:41 GMT -5
e b o n y
The words gate crasher often spring to mind when you enter a conversation which has begun without you, but when your sole deisre t join the conversation is becaus eyou can scent a pack mate from halfway across the school. Well the normal rules of society don't well apply. Factor into tha the less than pleasent cent of a vampire which is about to raise your allread twitching metaphorical hackles and it makes the whole situation so much more difficult to cope with. But go further still, when that gatecrasher is a werewolf, not just any but one who is master of her impulses well enough that with the deisre and motve can drag herself through the change outside the full moon. Well it all gets a little bit complicated. But neither as wolf nor human had Ebony had to exercise so much self control as she did now. A slytherine vampire, and a slytherine werewolf. Well, she thought with a bitter satisfaction, all were missing is a raveclaw phsyco and we hae a whole school as wella s a fair sized pack. but the thought gave her no joy. Gwen was a recent changling ansd so could be excused for her, slip ups but this one, by his scent was a descendant of her creator, and he should know better. She could smell blod about them, but well, there was a blood sucker present.
Aproaching across teh grass she had to resist the temptation to run, sheding her clothes as she went and making the change in mid leap straight for the blod suckers throat. But if the Headmistress tolerated him there, then Ebony reaosned that she would have too aswell. Whatever the outcome it didn't mean she had to like it. She settled into a lope like walk, to flowing and jointless to be anything but canine. And then to add to teh effect she scented the air again. She could smell him. It was intersting to her nose. The bloodsucker made her want to wretch, his odd scent repugnant to her, but her fellow wolf did not offend her nose so. It merely intrigued her. She was now approaching them closely and she cocked her ear slighty, sharpened hearing taking in the details of their conversation.
As she walked still a good few meters off a small strong breeze took hold of her, blowing her clothes about her slim figure. Black skirt caught in the bree'ze wrapping abotu her legs and sliding ever so slightly up them so that her long pale legs were easily visible, but then it mercifully dropped its hold again, alowing her a little modesty. She pulled her Jacket tighter about her with a slight shiver, she was always cold. Shaking her auburn hair form her eyes she rearranged her hat and entered the conversation boldly.
A quick, cursory nod to the blood sucker, no harm in being polite she fixed her gaze on the new werewolf. Although not by age she was thus far considered the most senior wolf at the school and had earned her title as pack leader above older more experienced candidates who ahd since lef tto go out to the wide world. The scars that crisscrossed her frame were more than enough duty to that. But no-one marker her face. That was one of the first rules of combat among civilised wolves. Turning herself so that she all but had her back to the blood sucker she gazed upon the prospective new pack mate with a piercing stare.
Somthing canine welled up inside her, a strange revulsion mixed wiht a lupine desire. Unconciously she greeted him not with words as she had intended but a short bark and growl. Its meaning was clear.
Hello, you are new here.
It was a cursory statement, and she knew it was rude to the vbloodscucker, bound to the human tounge. But well, she was pack leader and it wasn't going to get in the way of her customs. She took a half step back eying him and half turning to the Vampire. She gave him anotehr nod. Using the human speak. Zack. she said bluntly. It as nearly full moon. HSe did not have time for this.[/right][/font] |
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Post by Ashe Donovan on Oct 1, 2007 15:16:48 GMT -5
Ashe raised an eyebrow, pondering the question silently. Zachary was the closest friend he had if only because they shared an incurable and terrible affliction. The only difference was that people didn't hunt werewolves the way they hunted vampires. They wouldn't come for Ashe anyway, his heritage was known for its violence.
"I'll go with you to the village this time, I think. There's nothing on these Grounds that I'm not sick to death of."
A girl was approaching, another werewolf. They had a particular scent about them that could be found only by those who suffered as they did. Almost immediatly, Ashe bristled. The girl adressed him familiarly, in wolf speak, which he never used. He never spoke to the others at this school, besides his cousin he was the only Slytherin werewolf. This girl was Hufflepuff. Ashe raised an eyebrow, this time in disgust.
"No. Been here for six years. You'll forgive me if I don't care to consort with those outside my house."
His Scottish brogue was harsher than normal, twinged with sarcasm and dislike. The girl was the 'pack leader', he knew from what others had said. Ashe had always been different. He never got into packs like the rest of them. He preferred hunting alone and uninterrupted, although he would occaisionaly stick with Zack when he changed. Unimpressed by the girl's presumption and obvious impatience, the canine part of him responded rather agressivly. He lifted a lip, showing his tooth in warning.
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Post by Ebony Arka on Oct 4, 2007 11:44:48 GMT -5
e b o n y
Crossed arms, a sign of hostile body language, sneering, yet another. There are many if you take the time to look. Of course dislike is much more simply comunicated, from the two fingered salute to spoken words. It need not even be a curses, for civility can be charged and rife with sarcasm. But what about an effective rejection? That needs much more careful management. Ebony settled for sarcasm.
Glancing of to one side as though pre-occupied by somthing she ignored his raised lip,she had more sel control than to carry the physical signs with her. It has oft been said, she began That manners cost nothing, and if it is not possible to say somthing nice then it is better to say nothing at all. she flashed him a dangerouse look with these words, wrapping her arms across her chest. In my opinion there was never a truer word spoken And the waves of dislike and hatred were pratically pouring from her.
Ebong could feel them burn her skin and in her minds eye she imagined them, charing and blakening everythhing they ment, with her and Donovan and Lennox stood at their center i an oasis of calm. She smiled sweetly and raised her eyebrow, Questioning his reaction to the point. [/font] |
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Post by Ashe Donovan on Oct 5, 2007 14:22:55 GMT -5
He could feel the changes starting to take place within him, hidden deep in some secret place that only he knew about. The full moon was near, merely hours away and he was longing to let himself break free. He could feel the first stage: the split. There were two forms within him now, the human and the canine. The canine struggled savagely against its bonds, trying to claw its way to the top.
His eyes flashed a peculiar shade of yellow and red as he returned the girl's look with a calmness he didn't feel. A low growl started in his throat, but was halted almost immediatly. Even he was not stupid. Perhaps he could take on whatever idiots followed this girl, but it would injure him terribly in the process. Ashe folded his arms as if it would help restrain what it was that was struggling to rise to the surface.
"Well your opinion wasn't asked for, now was it? Scurry along, little wolfling and meet your packmates. I'm sure they're lost without you."
His vocal chords had shifted as well, a low grating voice sounding under his normal baritone. It gave them a particularly harsh sound, like the crashing of metal. Ashe's attention shifted once more from the girl to the more important things in life, like the weather.
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Oct 5, 2007 14:29:35 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x Zack nodded lightly and turned his head sharply, squinting into the distance and then back to Ashe.
"Ah yes but attack me and I'll slice you in half... joke, I'm in the mood for a good beggar or theif..."
He sent a shiver thorugh his spine and kept looking over his shoulder freequently with a slightly mischievious smirk on his face before pushing himself off from the tree and standing side on to his friend with a slightly arrogant nature to his movement. He knew who was coming but then again he didn't know if she was coming at them or just passing by. Guessing though it had something to do with them. He was right. Her slight greeting to him was answered by nothing more than a grin and he chuckled lightly as Ashe came out with an answer to an inaudible remark.
"So am I not allowed to play this game? Little red mite here need to know something? Mite meet Donovan, vice versa."
He rolled his eyes breifly before stepping backward back to his tree. He felt more stable with the tree and he wasn't in a complete light but a more so illumination of his left side.
He pulled a small watch out of his pocket and let his thumb rest on the glass face before pressing it, what looked lightly yet the pressure was immense from this small nudge on the vampires part. The face cracked and blood seeped into the face, thin and pale. His threw the watch on the ground and a freshly prepared thumb looked as if nothing had happened.
"Sounds like bloody Armand!"
He spat his brothers name. He didn't care if they wern't listening to his random outbursts because he was only half listening to himself anyway. He was much more forcussed on an owl which was staring him in the face and sending a small leaf of fear through his body. He pushed his hands into his pocket and leant forward looking to Ashe. Actually he still had a small favour to ask of his friend for his own comfort.
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Post by Ashe Donovan on Oct 6, 2007 9:47:05 GMT -5
Ashe
king of the night
Still seeping with ire, Ashe turned his attention from the young wolfling and turned to face Zach. The outburst was normal for his friend, but it still managed to distract him no matter how many times he heard it. Armand? Ashe didn't know much about Zach's brother, they rarely talked about family history. Both weren't very close to their families, but for good reasons.
"What about Armand?"
Ashe questioned, his arms still folded across his chest. He yawned and his jaw cracked painfully, beginning the shift. He still had a few hours yet, so he wasn't unduly worried about getting away from the castle in time. If the worst happened, Zach could guide him to Hogsmeade.
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Oct 6, 2007 10:01:26 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x His illuminated eyes were cast into the dark absorbing the darkness from his surroundings and the small glow from his pale complexion. He relaxed his shoulders, which seemed to always be in motion or tensed since muscle pain was only something that came from lack of blood nowadays and he never felt much difference, turning his head back to where it was before and with a harsh look toward Ebony he continued around a minuet or two after his friend had spoken.
"He's the moral guy, loves to try and say things like miss sunshine over there. That and he'll get himself killed, probably by me but hey I've escaped the punishments before..."
Nonscense. That was all it really was from his mouth he wasn't really going to blabber about his brother infront of someone Zack wasn't tastefully attached to. That and he had better things to do than talk about his auburn haired older brother, the stupid war researcher. Should atleast have his own place instead of staying in the tower block with his dear mother.
Zack looked back to the owl who had spread its wings lengthily causing a small flinch and step in the other direction. The sky had increased it's darkness and in a way concieled his movements. Looking to Ashe he faked a yawn and clentched his fists in boredom.
"No one will be bloody out if we don't go soon,"
His sharp mutters were just spoken to himself but he gathered the other two would probably at least get the first few words. Kicking a stone with the side of his foot a few meters he began to walk slowley back toward the castle, turning and coming back around the back of the tree.
-sorry bad post-
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Post by Ebony Arka on Oct 7, 2007 9:37:31 GMT -5
e b o n y
And if we take offence in todays society we don't tend to show it. Us being the repressed english. And more often than not when we are ofended or thratened we refuse to show it, rtain our mask of composure, but that is life. And then in the end we crack, thatswhen people go on killing spree's. murdering a supermarket. And so it is better to be clear, and to show that you have taken offence. At least that was Ebony's basis.
She listened to their exchange witha growing fry that simmered in her chest, Little red mite? Miss Sunshine? she took deep breaths steadying herself, she would not fight. Fun though it would be to try. She breathed deeply again, shutting her eyes a minute befre she spoke. Miss Sunshine has a name you know. she said dryly, before gnoring the other wolf altogether, turning to the bloodsucker Zachary, you notie i speak, how charming. BUt remeber it is better to duel with words than teeth and claws. She shot Donovon a look from the coner of her eye that said quite cearly, Go on, i dare you. And at that momnt she wanted so deperatly to phase, to show her power. Not bound by the moon, but she held it.
The full moon, due that night but not yet pulled through was calling to her, its silver light was singing in her veins already. Crying out to her, Ebony tilted her head back, scenting the air, wondering how far Gwen was, perhaps. But probably not, safer not to. With a suprme effot of will Ebony turned her back on the two. But she could not resist a parting shot. Happy full moon. She smirked.
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Post by Ashe Donovan on Oct 7, 2007 16:41:40 GMT -5
Yellow-tinged orbs flared briefly as the onslought within him renewed itself with a vicious little jerk. The urge to change now was almost unbearable to hold in. The wolfling spoke, giving Zack what sounded like a challenge. Oh if only...
"Only when it's not a fair match, little wolfling."
Ashe flashed a dangerous grin at Ebony in return to her dueling remark. For Zack it would be better to duel one of them wtih words, but Ashe preferred the whole teeth and claw thing personally. He was quite good with them. His sensitive ears picked up Zack's muttered words and he nodded in agreement. He ignored the girl, turning instead to his friend.
"To he village then. I'll change on the way, or at least when we first get there."
Behind him, he could hear the girl turning as well. he could feel the pull of the moontide and longed to throw his head back and sing to it the way he always did before a hunt. Kind of a superstition thing, but it had never done him harm. The last comment was heard and accepted with a laugh.
"You as well, wolfling. Watch the shadows, I might be there."
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