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Post by Craven Greyback on Aug 23, 2007 16:46:40 GMT -5
With the waxing moon locked in the sky and its angelic light shining down on the empty St Marcus' park, a figure stalked slowly across the ground. The beast walked on four leg, but was however adapted to walk on two. Its movements seemed primordial, cold and terrible. Each heavy step left a deep imprint on the earth, as if saying, 'if been here.'
It breathed slowly and deeply, its chest expending with each breath. Craven Greyback was out yet again and on another full moon hunt. Sometimes he killed, sometimes he infected and sometimes he played. Tonight however, he was thirsting for the taste of flesh, any flesh. Be it human or animal. Not just two feet away from where he had just been a rabbit's caucus lay half-eaten on the ground.
He stopped and scanned his path with his deep yellow orbs. Hunger! his inner wolf screamed as he beat it down. Craven had perfected the art of control over his beastly side. He raised his head and glowered at the moon, that was full it its almighty prime.
A waft of something new passed his nose, a young scent. Narrowing his eyes slowly, Craven gave a wolfish smirk, and the whites of his teeth exposed. Meet was in the area and he knew just where and just how old the meat was, so in hast he turned and started off towards his new quarry.
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Post by Cordelia Arcane on Aug 23, 2007 17:14:10 GMT -5
Cordelia missed the days when she and Delphina had patrolled the forests of Godrics Hollow together, fighting evil wolves wherever they came across them. The two had been quite the team, and through the years had learned to feel each others presence, and react as one instead of two. For some years, however, Cordelia had been alone on her wolving nights, staring up at that big moon, and missing her companion. There was just something about being a wolf, perhaps it was because when she had met Delphina it had only been her fourth transformation, and only four months since she had eaten her boyfriend Jack. She had been in need of someone who didn't judge her, and as Delphina had met her in her wolf form, she had been the perfect friend.
Around the corner loud music blared from one of the ridiculous rides that went on at the theme park. She herself had never really cared for this place, although she didn't mind the field trips in muggle studies as it had been a nice break from the rigors of Hogwarts life. Sighing, she turned and trotted off, thinking that perhaps she could go for a paddle in one of the fountains, as long as nobody was around, for it would be a strange sight to see a werewolf splashing around in a fountain. And she knew people didn't take kindly to werewolves, not lately anyway.
She wandered past Craven, unaware that he was anywhere around. It was faulty for her to let herself be so caught off guard, but she had so much on her mind since accepting the position of headmistress, and this was her one night a month that she could sit back and relax, knowing that someone else would have to do all the worrying about new students and spells gone wrong, for this one night she could be a kid again, and run free through the forests as silent as could be.
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Post by Craven Greyback on Aug 25, 2007 15:31:03 GMT -5
The scent was closing in and Craven could feel the wolf's blood lust rising and fighting for freedom. He had started to stalk, holding his body low to the ground, fangs glistening in the moonlight. Moans could be heard from behind a bush he was moving towards. The wolf perked his ears and moved even slower, narrowing his yellow orbs.
Between the branches of the bush, he spied two humans who were doing something intimate. He let out a soft growl, barely noticeable to those who hadn't good hearing. Just as he was about to pounce from the bushes onto his prey, another scent wafted by. It was unmistakable and actually very alluring. He turned away from the humans and at a fountain. A pang went off in his stomach, why hadn't he sensed her before?
Beating the fighting beast down, Craven wandered over to the fountain. Nice night, he thought to the wolf, don't you think? he finished. Unlike his father, Craven was nothing in the way of ugly, not even in his wolf form.
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Post by Cordelia Arcane on Aug 28, 2007 6:36:39 GMT -5
Cordelia was shocked to hear someone's mind in hers, it had been years since she had seen another wolf while out under the full moon, and longer since they had spoken. Most of the wolves she fought chose to remain silent, to keep their secrets, so this peaked her interest.
Leaping out of the fountain and onto the ledge that ran around the edge, she shook her fur, water whisking off of her, and leaving her coat clean, full and handsome. She eyed the wolf, unsure what to think of him. Most wolves hadn't the control to stop themselves from ripping into a fight, not thinking about the consequences, but Cordelia had learned long ago not to think she was invinsible just because she wore the coat of a wolf.
I suppose so, though I can think of places I'd rather be, and things I'd rather be doing. Cordelia had tired of the curse years ago, at first it had been terrifying, as a young girl, finding herself contorted month after month into the shell of a beast, but she was good with potions, and in time had learned to drink every morning at the same time that murky liquid that was so essential, and so she had evolved into her now somber self.
It's not often I meet a wolf who is interested in chit chat, usually they just want to fight, which I should warn you, I'm quite good at. She stood tall upon the wall, her brown fur glistening in the moonlight.
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