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Post by frae vinxon. on Oct 16, 2007 3:27:46 GMT -5
Her pace was quick, the cover of night barely touching down upon her skin yet ... the air was cold and the wind made her blonde hair which was glowing eerily in the abnormal moonlight, wave slightly in the wind. She gathered up the hood of her cloak and threw it over her head, disguising her face and casting a shadow over her sky blue eyes. Her skin was pale as normal, and already beads of sweat were trickling down her skin in anticipation. She wasn't afraid of what she was about to do, she wasn't nervous ... it was more excitement that plauged her heart at that moment. This had to be done, and she was the only one who could do it ... actually ... Melia or Zach could probably do it, but no ... no this was her job, she had to get amongest the thick of things ... set the ball rolling if you will. Each step was purpousful as she walked among the houses of Hogsmede, her eyes rolled along the dark shadows of houses. Some so wrecked and tattered that none but rats or other vermin could live in them, but there were others that were simply breathtaking to look upon.
But none of these were hers. She knew the one where her presence was needed, she knew it all to well. She had been seen outside it, watching for near a week now. Her blue eyes never leaving the windows. In the end she knew that house almost as well as she knew Hogwarts ... but not for very long. She turned right down a street where the lamps flickered dully in the darkness, threatening to go out and cast the world into darkness, she walked in the shadows, her glowing hair was hidden by the black cloak she wore and she seemed to almost melt into the darkness, like a moving shadow ... though its body had been stripped from it. The full moon was out tonight, altogether the scene looked quite eerie, with the mist hanging close to the ground, the lack of stars and everything else coupled together ... one should be expecting something to happen. But all the curtains were closed, nobody was expecting Frae Vinxon to be at that exact moment walking down the street, and turning left so she faced an old mansion, its door was almost a black oak, with a large old, polished golden ing set in the very center. As if one was supposed to knock before going in. Frae however ... had no intention of knocking.
She opened the door silently, not even a creak announced her arrival into the house. It was silent .. no voices echoed in there, no magical object making sure that nobody would enter this house without the owners knowledge. It should have been expected .. but it wasn't. Nobody would have ever expected it, which was her element, suprise and stealthiness, both of which she possesed in great multitudes. She stepped in the marble hall, her feet making no noise upon the cold ground as she had previously used a spell that would muffle any sound her feet made. A spell that she had created on her own, but then .. charms had always been a strong point of hers. Her journey continued as she walked up the steps, her breath was quiet, but to her it seemed as though it would wake the whole neighbourhood. Her heart was a drum, beating to the rhythm of her nervous excitement. Few would know about this until someone stumbled across the body in the morning... but they would not know who the one was committing the crimes ... why would they suspect a sixth year slytherin? Such magic was supposed to be beyond their capabilities.
She opened the bedroom door to where a man in his twenties lay sleeping, she watched the movement of his breath before walking into the room, finally letting the door slam shut behind her. The man in the bed jolted awake. "Evening." Her voice was portrayed in a cold sneer, he must have thought he was dreaming, for he blinked a couple of times and stared at the hooded figure, as if trying to convince himself she was actually there in his room. Frae found this all very amusing. She threw her hood back and the man let out an audible gasp and jumped to his feet, pointing at her as if he had never seen anything so frightening. "You!" He cried, the fear and confusion was audible in his voice. Frae glanced around mockingly as if trying to decide if it was really she he was talking to. "Don't tell me you haven't been expecting this..." She said with a soft laugh, chilling to the bone. She grabbed her wand from her robes and held it at him, her eyes glinting in the moonlight that shone through the window. "Avada Kedavra!" She cried coldly, there was a bright flash of green light and the man lay crumpled on the floor, she smirked and turned out of the bedroom, now not troubling to stifle the noise. She re traced her journey, a smirk on her face at what she had just done.
When she let the house she threw the hood back over her head and began walking down the street again.
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Oct 16, 2007 12:55:25 GMT -5
MWHAHAHA THE RISE OF VINXON!!! haha do you want anyone to post on this? If so just poke me and I might get Mel to come along
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Post by Hansen Wagtail. on Oct 17, 2007 3:42:25 GMT -5
haha oh you can if you want m'love.
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Post by Tristen Wilcox on Oct 17, 2007 4:25:14 GMT -5
[It's my sick and twisted] GYPSY CURSE.x.  .x. M E L I A[She can swallow knives, She can swallow LIVES]
The crumpled figure on the wall wasn't exactly the prettiest she'd ever been. Actually being on her balcony was one way to tell something was wrong, yet only a few people would know that. Papers were delt across the floor tied in a few places with black or red ribbon torn at the edges. The black cloak was thrown lazily around her figure and her hands were crossed painfully around her stomach, hair whipping across her face. The pale hands which fell from the arms of the cloak seemed to painfully clasp at her sides in perhaps a strained anger. The elaborate house was somehow seeming gloomy when usually the sun hit it with a joyful tint on the stone walls. Her crisp blue-grey eyes drifted along the street edge as her body shifted, legs hanging over the side quite lazily.
Mel's bare feet twitched lightly in the chill wind and glanced toward a shady figure also in a black cloak. She sighed thoughtfully before turning back toward the papers, scooping them up and jumping through the cluttered house to the door. Her hands haulted suddenly on the door knob before dropping the letters and turning swiftly. The windows had been left open which would make her exit better. Slipping down into her snake form she slithered across the marble corridor and into the tiled kitchen. Her slik black body was quite dry looking as she clambered up and out of the window with ease and onto the sandy streets. As soon as her full length body hit the ground she fell back into her human form retching quite suddenly but stopping herself in the act. The ground around the back and side of the house was quite disgraceful actually but Mel really couldn't care.
Her hands quickly fell over her large hood and pulled it back over her head where it obscured the vision of her pale face leaving the freshly applied beige lipstick to stand out from her almost pasty white skin. From all anyone could think she could have been a vampire yet stood beside a vampire she'd be tanned enough to proove she wasn't. Reaching the street she dropped her head and lent on the wall of her house watching the figure with similarity. The black nail polish scaled over all of her 20 nails were brushed with dust. Melia actually hadn't been in hogwarts for a while but it wans't as if they noted this at all. Her breath was surrounded by silver smoke as she opened her mouth to emmit a speach into the quiet streets but simply stayed still out of automatic response.
[x] OOC- Sorry it's short  Haven't rped Mel in AGES haha
S T E I G A R
[But you can’t go with her, The Gypsy Woman.]
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Post by Ashe Donovan on Oct 18, 2007 14:24:09 GMT -5
Ashe Donovan
xx I can't escape this hell, so many times I've tried
Death. The smell of death was on the air. Even in his human form he could smell it, taste it. Not like the flash of green light was helpful at all. Ashe grinned maliciously and drew the hood back over his face, hiding him from the view of others. Terror once again roamed the streets.
The scent grew stronger the closer he got. Ashe's unhurried pace carried him down the abandoned street surprisingly fast, closing the gap between him and Frae and Melia. He yawned, still exhausted by the previous night's escapades. Dark circled ringed his eyes from lack of sleep, but he felt more filled than he had in a month. The thirst had been satisfied, for a while at least. If it got that unbearable again he would have to hunt more frequently. At least Zack had been good comany.
A stiff nod was given to Frae and Melia as the Scotch boy joined them, standing on Frae's other side. A casual glance he gave to the door which she had so recently exited, the canine part of him wishing to go feast. But he couldn't. He set his jaw, feeling his teeth respond to he natural urge of his curse. A werewolf was what he was andnow he stood much as his grandfather stood with his own master. Silently, he waited.
x.x So what if you can see the darker side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become .x. |
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