Sorry for getting that small collab up so late, the moment i decided to post it up I lost my internet along with my cable and home phone xD when it rains it sure does pour I guess.
Ryker Rohrer Member
Keeper of the Paranormal
- Last Seen: 7 yrs ago
- Joined: 8 yrs ago
- Posts: 60 (0.02 / day)
- VMs: 0
-
Username history
- Ryker Rohrer 8 yrs ago
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
Collab Between Calis and Dantis and Rohar
Calis was fast as he soared down the narrow passage of the mine, he grinned to himself knowing that if the bullet hit or not, that the hybrid would be more interested in helping Miss O’Neill then chasing him. An if the bullet did hit then it was all the better, he hoped the hybrid was in agony. The entrance was close another couple feet and he completely free back in the night, soaring through the entrance however came with its own set of consequences however when the tunnel became distant and two luminous figured stood near the door. Both of them were cloaked in the moonlight, however Calis did not need the moonlight if anything to notice the rather large black Werewolf that stood nearby. Calis was silent, his demeanor was cool and collected as he took in the sight, for the figure that stood next to the Werewolf was a Vampire. That was not a sight one saw everyday if at all, a Werewolf and a Vampire side by side.
Dantis was silent as a Vampire burst from the mine in front of them, he did seem rather in a rush and that made him quite suspicious. Rohar was silent beside him, his heavy breathing was all too obvious as he sniffed the air, giving a subtle growl, he took a step towards the Vampire who exited the mine. Dantis stuck his hand out taking hold of Rohar's shoulder.
“Relax Rohar, is this the one who has the smell of blood on him? If it isn't then you know my policy towards being violent to every Vampire that we encounter. Yes?”
Rohar growled his lips parsing apart revealing the glistening large white fangs, his eye's were trained on the Vampire who seemed to be still taking them in.
“Its him Dantis, he reeks of blood, and wolf...burning flesh.”
Calis stood his ground even though he did not have time to just be standing around. Even a complete idiot could see that this Werewolf had heard the others call and came to its aid. Wasn't it the Wolf way, if one cried then five more come to its rescue. But what confused Calis was the Vampire next to the Werewolf, why would a Vampire be working with a Wolf? Were they friends? Who cared he had to leave before the Wolf back inside the mine decided to give more chase.
“Listen while I enjoy company I have not the faintest clue what this... Wolf... is going on about. I must be going.”
Calis would turn to leave but the loud howl that preceded the shaking ground beneath his feet forced him to turn back, the black wolf was charging him. Calis stood defiant, he was not afraid of some big black Wolf.
“Rohar! Stop!”
Rohar came to a halting stop, Calis was just over five feet away, Rohar snarled as he turned to face his brother Dantis. His snout was parsed up the anger clear in his yellow eye's, furious rage inside needing to release on the Vampire in front of him.
“Let him go, attend to the ones in the mine, I can sense more then one presence within.”
Rohar breathed heavily as he turned to face the Vampire again. With a grin the Vampire disappeared in a black mist and was gone from the spot. Rohar turned back towards Dantis who crossed his arms, Rohar returned back to his brother.
“Why? He was the one, I know it. I should have torn his heart out! You let him get away!”
“Calm yourself Rohar I have a feeling.. that killing him would have had severe consequences. We came for one of your kin, let us not forget that.”
As if speaking made actions happen a Werewolf burst from the mines, he carried a woman in his arms, before either of them could even make their presence known both were gone. Dantis crossed his arms again sighing to himself. This all had turned out rather anticlimactic, at least no one ended up a blood puddle on the ground this time. Looking at his brother Dantis saw the look in his eye's and rolled his own eye's putting his hands in the air as if in defeat.
“You don't have to say it, even though the Werewolf looked perfectly fine you want to follow them and be sure am I right? Lets get going, but I swear by all that is evil in this world if I miss my meeting with our contractor, I am taking it out of your Werewolf tail.”
@MrZerkon
Calis was fast as he soared down the narrow passage of the mine, he grinned to himself knowing that if the bullet hit or not, that the hybrid would be more interested in helping Miss O’Neill then chasing him. An if the bullet did hit then it was all the better, he hoped the hybrid was in agony. The entrance was close another couple feet and he completely free back in the night, soaring through the entrance however came with its own set of consequences however when the tunnel became distant and two luminous figured stood near the door. Both of them were cloaked in the moonlight, however Calis did not need the moonlight if anything to notice the rather large black Werewolf that stood nearby. Calis was silent, his demeanor was cool and collected as he took in the sight, for the figure that stood next to the Werewolf was a Vampire. That was not a sight one saw everyday if at all, a Werewolf and a Vampire side by side.
Dantis was silent as a Vampire burst from the mine in front of them, he did seem rather in a rush and that made him quite suspicious. Rohar was silent beside him, his heavy breathing was all too obvious as he sniffed the air, giving a subtle growl, he took a step towards the Vampire who exited the mine. Dantis stuck his hand out taking hold of Rohar's shoulder.
“Relax Rohar, is this the one who has the smell of blood on him? If it isn't then you know my policy towards being violent to every Vampire that we encounter. Yes?”
Rohar growled his lips parsing apart revealing the glistening large white fangs, his eye's were trained on the Vampire who seemed to be still taking them in.
“Its him Dantis, he reeks of blood, and wolf...burning flesh.”
Calis stood his ground even though he did not have time to just be standing around. Even a complete idiot could see that this Werewolf had heard the others call and came to its aid. Wasn't it the Wolf way, if one cried then five more come to its rescue. But what confused Calis was the Vampire next to the Werewolf, why would a Vampire be working with a Wolf? Were they friends? Who cared he had to leave before the Wolf back inside the mine decided to give more chase.
“Listen while I enjoy company I have not the faintest clue what this... Wolf... is going on about. I must be going.”
Calis would turn to leave but the loud howl that preceded the shaking ground beneath his feet forced him to turn back, the black wolf was charging him. Calis stood defiant, he was not afraid of some big black Wolf.
“Rohar! Stop!”
Rohar came to a halting stop, Calis was just over five feet away, Rohar snarled as he turned to face his brother Dantis. His snout was parsed up the anger clear in his yellow eye's, furious rage inside needing to release on the Vampire in front of him.
“Let him go, attend to the ones in the mine, I can sense more then one presence within.”
Rohar breathed heavily as he turned to face the Vampire again. With a grin the Vampire disappeared in a black mist and was gone from the spot. Rohar turned back towards Dantis who crossed his arms, Rohar returned back to his brother.
“Why? He was the one, I know it. I should have torn his heart out! You let him get away!”
“Calm yourself Rohar I have a feeling.. that killing him would have had severe consequences. We came for one of your kin, let us not forget that.”
As if speaking made actions happen a Werewolf burst from the mines, he carried a woman in his arms, before either of them could even make their presence known both were gone. Dantis crossed his arms again sighing to himself. This all had turned out rather anticlimactic, at least no one ended up a blood puddle on the ground this time. Looking at his brother Dantis saw the look in his eye's and rolled his own eye's putting his hands in the air as if in defeat.
“You don't have to say it, even though the Werewolf looked perfectly fine you want to follow them and be sure am I right? Lets get going, but I swear by all that is evil in this world if I miss my meeting with our contractor, I am taking it out of your Werewolf tail.”
@MrZerkon
Crixus was chewing delightfully on his apple when Ceres passed him by, she patted him gently on the back, he looked up silently as she seemed to smile at him grabbing and apple. She motioned towards Sasha the girl he was desperately trying not to look at and gave him a thumbs up sign. Crixus went to say something but she was already reaching out of ear shot, looking back Sasha seemed to bury her face in the book she was reading, it was clear she was furiously blushing now. It was exactly what he thought then wasn't it, Sasha was eyeing him for reasons other then an interest in who he was. Crixus looked down with a sigh realizing that truth all too quickly, he had known he just didn't want to know, maybe because he didn't want to deal with the fact that he could never infatuate himself with another Hogwarts student. But in all honesty he didn't want to either way, not because he it might get him in trouble but because something else seemed to gnaw on the edge of his mind, something that deterred him, although he was unsure what that might be. Ever since he had arrived at Hogwarts it had been there, in fact it had been there long before he got to Hogwarts. It didn't matter, none of it, Crixus was an Auror, Sasha, Ceres, they were both Hogwarts students and his job was as it always was and would continue to be regardless.
Crixus sighed a breath of relief none the less when another Ravenclaw entered the conversation all hyped up about Quidditch, it gave Crixus the chance to slip away without anyone really noticing his departure. While he felt Ceres was safe within the walls of Hogwarts he still had a bad feeling in his gut that something evil was in the castle, it was unquestionable, Crixus knew better then anyone at the Office how far this group would go to claim Ceres's life. Crixus made his way down the hallway silently, looking at the parchment in his hand Ceres was just a hall over, however Crixus's eye's turned to the other name that was now with her, Levi. Crixus speed up his steps as he came to the corner where Levi and Ceres were. He had arrived just in time to see Levi push her into a wall questioning her about him none the less. Crixus placed the parchment back in his robes as Ceres confronted Levi, Crixus let it play out listening before he acted, feeling his hand ball into a fist he wanted to punch Levi in his smug little face for placing his hands on Ceres, but if Levi was part of the group that is after Ceres then he needed to know more then his feelings wanted him to beat Levi into the ground. Crixus listened to the last words spoken by Ceres about taking him over Levi, it made his heart flutter a bit hearing those words, but he ignored it for it was time to intervene before Levi got the idea to try and hurt Ceres for defying him.
"I think perhaps Levi you should learn to keep your nose out of business that is not yours."
Crixus made his way down the hallway, he approached both of them but kept a subtle distance between himself and Levi, more then enough space to counter any attack the man might try to throw at him.
"I am not very good at repeating myself so listen and listen well. Who I am is none of your concern, and who Ceres chooses to hang around with is none of your concern. If memory recalls and memory is one thing that I have that is extraordinary, you decided to rid yourself of Ceres for the prissy little rich girl named Selene. The same little rich girl whom I spilled a tray of food on yesterday, which was hilarious by the way. But that little fond memory aside I am warning you now, stay away from Ceres or you will be dealing with me, because if you ever lay a hand on her again if it be a finger even, I will break it, and trust me, not even a proficient healer will be able to mend it."
Crixus was very cold towards Levi, the harsh tone of his voice was apparent as his eye's were filled with extreme distaste for the man in front of him. Crixus flexed both of his hands as they lay dormant by his sides, he wanted Levi to attack him, because if Levi did raise his wand towards him, Crixus was no longer bound by his job to not raise his own in self defense.
"With that said you have two choices. Levi. You turn around and walk away down that hallway and don't come back or I will make you fly down the hallway. Choice is yours. Decide."
The last word sounded like a scary threat as Crixus cracked his fingers, he waited for Levi to remove his wand and be stupid.
Crixus sighed a breath of relief none the less when another Ravenclaw entered the conversation all hyped up about Quidditch, it gave Crixus the chance to slip away without anyone really noticing his departure. While he felt Ceres was safe within the walls of Hogwarts he still had a bad feeling in his gut that something evil was in the castle, it was unquestionable, Crixus knew better then anyone at the Office how far this group would go to claim Ceres's life. Crixus made his way down the hallway silently, looking at the parchment in his hand Ceres was just a hall over, however Crixus's eye's turned to the other name that was now with her, Levi. Crixus speed up his steps as he came to the corner where Levi and Ceres were. He had arrived just in time to see Levi push her into a wall questioning her about him none the less. Crixus placed the parchment back in his robes as Ceres confronted Levi, Crixus let it play out listening before he acted, feeling his hand ball into a fist he wanted to punch Levi in his smug little face for placing his hands on Ceres, but if Levi was part of the group that is after Ceres then he needed to know more then his feelings wanted him to beat Levi into the ground. Crixus listened to the last words spoken by Ceres about taking him over Levi, it made his heart flutter a bit hearing those words, but he ignored it for it was time to intervene before Levi got the idea to try and hurt Ceres for defying him.
"I think perhaps Levi you should learn to keep your nose out of business that is not yours."
Crixus made his way down the hallway, he approached both of them but kept a subtle distance between himself and Levi, more then enough space to counter any attack the man might try to throw at him.
"I am not very good at repeating myself so listen and listen well. Who I am is none of your concern, and who Ceres chooses to hang around with is none of your concern. If memory recalls and memory is one thing that I have that is extraordinary, you decided to rid yourself of Ceres for the prissy little rich girl named Selene. The same little rich girl whom I spilled a tray of food on yesterday, which was hilarious by the way. But that little fond memory aside I am warning you now, stay away from Ceres or you will be dealing with me, because if you ever lay a hand on her again if it be a finger even, I will break it, and trust me, not even a proficient healer will be able to mend it."
Crixus was very cold towards Levi, the harsh tone of his voice was apparent as his eye's were filled with extreme distaste for the man in front of him. Crixus flexed both of his hands as they lay dormant by his sides, he wanted Levi to attack him, because if Levi did raise his wand towards him, Crixus was no longer bound by his job to not raise his own in self defense.
"With that said you have two choices. Levi. You turn around and walk away down that hallway and don't come back or I will make you fly down the hallway. Choice is yours. Decide."
The last word sounded like a scary threat as Crixus cracked his fingers, he waited for Levi to remove his wand and be stupid.
In
On LGBT+, homophobia, country-perspective (EU vs US), democracy, and free speech.
→
8 yrs ago
Forum: Off-Topic Discussion
Gay Pride, Feminism, Black Lives Matter, White Lives Matter, All lives Matter, Homophobes, Gay, Fag, lesbian. There are so many ways in this world to justify one specific movement over another, ways to justify treating like other people like dirt under the guise of principles, religion, persona belief. When I look at the issues in our country, (I will not speak of the world for I can not pretend to be the all know guy) all I ever see is some new slogan for people to rally behind, so that their opinions, their beliefs, their right to exist even makes a difference. But in my not so humble opinion, all this is for nothing in the very end. All these slogans, there groups, these classifications, they only ever serve to cause more pain, more harm to others, and it keeps fueling the segregation between us. Everyday that passes we continue to drift farther apart and we drift apart for nothing more then the fact that we are too blind to see that we as a people are tearing this country apart. Police VS AA, AA VS White, White VS AA, Woman VS Men Men VS Woman, Equality VS Racism, there is literally no end to it.
It would be me easy for me to say I don't see color, and that everyone is equal in this country but the truth is that not everyone is. Its a well known fact by now that being within a minority is no better at times then being a slave back so many years ago. An sometimes its hard to see the difference between then and now, both times have two things well in common and that is Racism and violence. We like to believe we have come a long way but we haven't come far at all, a black man can walk down the street free but can a black man walk the same street without being misjudged? An Iraqi woman can walk down the street with the right to practice what she believes but can she still do so without fear of being attack by those who hate her for her heritage? A white guy walks down the same street but can he walk down that same street when everyone around him feels that he has some special privilege that all white people seem to have? No matter the scenario, no matter the race, the color, the heritage, the history, the country, no matter what makes that person who they are there is no such thing as just walking down a street without a care in the world. We preach of freedom yet do any of us truly know what freedom is?
They say Freedom is one man or womans right to openly live there life how they deem fit as long as it does not infringe upon someone elses life. Yet like everything else in the world people use that very same concept as a reason to attack others they don't deem worthy, or normal in their eye's based on bias opinion or personal belief. Very much like religious people use the bible to condemn same sex marriage and love, just like the bible was used to condone slavery, it was never meant to justify cruelty but people did it anyway because they were free to do so in the name of our country, in the name of god, in the name of satan, the name of anyone they truly believed in and they were able to get away with it and they still do day after day. One of our countries biggest problems is that they abuse the freedom they have for their own personal gain and in the process it hurts the people around them, which makes it not freedom but just a convenient excuse to inflict your will on everyone else.
What I am trying to say really through all of these words is that freedom lost its true meaning long ago, its something to be used against others more then it is used as a spirit of being all men and woman deserve to have. It is a device to harm others, and to protect those same people. We live in a democracy that is true enough, and the more people behind the cause the more powerful the cause, but in the end is still means nothing if everything is lost trying to obtain that goal, everything your working for is lost in the chaos that ensues. This topic was about Homophobia, LGBT+, I may have strayed off topic a bit in my writing but when I look at just one issue facing people in this country it is hard to not see the others as well.
Should people have an opinion? Yes they should because one with a voice is nobody in a world like this. Should people respect other peoples opinions regardless of if you like it or not? Yes people should. Should men be able to happily marry other men and woman happily marry other woman without persecution? Yes they should. Should we be allowed to live our lives how we sit fit so long as we don't infringe on someone elses? Yes we should. But that problem is we never will, there is being hopeful and there is being realistic. We will never see this ever become reality not because our personal opinion or beliefs or religion but we because we are so dead set on dividing ourselves up to the point where we fracture. As long as these groups exist, preaching about whatever they preach about there will never be a peace. 10000 small groups, even if they have millions of members or not will not bring about change, only moving beyond our petty devices and differences and banding together instead of apart can we ever make this country back into what it was meant to be. Again something that seems impossible.
Anyways Iv prattled on enough an I probably came straight up out of left field on this one and probably got off the true topic quite a lot, but I figured I would add in my opinion on the matter.
It would be me easy for me to say I don't see color, and that everyone is equal in this country but the truth is that not everyone is. Its a well known fact by now that being within a minority is no better at times then being a slave back so many years ago. An sometimes its hard to see the difference between then and now, both times have two things well in common and that is Racism and violence. We like to believe we have come a long way but we haven't come far at all, a black man can walk down the street free but can a black man walk the same street without being misjudged? An Iraqi woman can walk down the street with the right to practice what she believes but can she still do so without fear of being attack by those who hate her for her heritage? A white guy walks down the same street but can he walk down that same street when everyone around him feels that he has some special privilege that all white people seem to have? No matter the scenario, no matter the race, the color, the heritage, the history, the country, no matter what makes that person who they are there is no such thing as just walking down a street without a care in the world. We preach of freedom yet do any of us truly know what freedom is?
They say Freedom is one man or womans right to openly live there life how they deem fit as long as it does not infringe upon someone elses life. Yet like everything else in the world people use that very same concept as a reason to attack others they don't deem worthy, or normal in their eye's based on bias opinion or personal belief. Very much like religious people use the bible to condemn same sex marriage and love, just like the bible was used to condone slavery, it was never meant to justify cruelty but people did it anyway because they were free to do so in the name of our country, in the name of god, in the name of satan, the name of anyone they truly believed in and they were able to get away with it and they still do day after day. One of our countries biggest problems is that they abuse the freedom they have for their own personal gain and in the process it hurts the people around them, which makes it not freedom but just a convenient excuse to inflict your will on everyone else.
What I am trying to say really through all of these words is that freedom lost its true meaning long ago, its something to be used against others more then it is used as a spirit of being all men and woman deserve to have. It is a device to harm others, and to protect those same people. We live in a democracy that is true enough, and the more people behind the cause the more powerful the cause, but in the end is still means nothing if everything is lost trying to obtain that goal, everything your working for is lost in the chaos that ensues. This topic was about Homophobia, LGBT+, I may have strayed off topic a bit in my writing but when I look at just one issue facing people in this country it is hard to not see the others as well.
Should people have an opinion? Yes they should because one with a voice is nobody in a world like this. Should people respect other peoples opinions regardless of if you like it or not? Yes people should. Should men be able to happily marry other men and woman happily marry other woman without persecution? Yes they should. Should we be allowed to live our lives how we sit fit so long as we don't infringe on someone elses? Yes we should. But that problem is we never will, there is being hopeful and there is being realistic. We will never see this ever become reality not because our personal opinion or beliefs or religion but we because we are so dead set on dividing ourselves up to the point where we fracture. As long as these groups exist, preaching about whatever they preach about there will never be a peace. 10000 small groups, even if they have millions of members or not will not bring about change, only moving beyond our petty devices and differences and banding together instead of apart can we ever make this country back into what it was meant to be. Again something that seems impossible.
Anyways Iv prattled on enough an I probably came straight up out of left field on this one and probably got off the true topic quite a lot, but I figured I would add in my opinion on the matter.
"Your a bleeding hothead is what you are Rohar and you bloody well know it. There is stupidity in the heat of whatever the hell you get into and then there is you, the exceptional moron. I have seen house pets who were better trained then you, I sometimes wonder if I got a branding iron, that I could use it every time you decide to go ballistic just because someone hurts your little bitty puppy feelings.
Dantis walked briskly through the woods, his footsteps were completely silent and feint to even the most trained ear, well.. compared to the huge would be deadly Werewolf walking beside him in the silvery light of the moon he was completely silent, no one would hear him over big foot and his magical feet. Dantis was rather annoyed at that moment, hell he would have to say he more then that, he was at a very rare, severely agitated, mostly towards his brother who was completely incapable of being civilized for even the briefest of times, even for his own bloody brother. Dantis heard the resounding growl from his counter part Rohar, it was sort of a mix between angry and relenting at the same time.
"Thats not ruddy well fair Dantis, you know how I hate to go with you to those damn high end whore houses! All I wanted to do was go run around in the woods while you talked with the ladies of the night. But NO you had to drag me along, to try and force me to be sociable. Every time I go anywhere with you, you walk in there like you own the place and I am like your pet dog to those snobby underclassed assholes! Well you know what I taught that man a lesson her won't forget, he will think better about just insulting me because I am not wearing fancy shiny shoes like him!
Rohar spoke angrily towards his brother, it was always like this most times, in fact some would say that the twos favorite past time was walking through the woods arguing with each other. However Rohar knew his brother was rather angry with him this time around, if he got any redder in the face, and that was something in its own seeming he was dead, then Dantis's head looked as if it was just going to pop. Rohar stopped silently as Dantis stepped in front of him and held out his hand to keep him from moving further. Oh this was going to be a long ruddy night from the looks of it.
"First off you untrained floor wetter, it was not a damn a whore house, it was a bloody ell tea party in which I was invited to by a rather lovely couple I meant in that small town. Second if I had know you were going to accompany me in your usual black piss smelling rags I would dressed you myself. I was foolish to believe that for once you could actually get something to wear and jump in a lake with a good bar of soap. Third, the man did not insult you, you bloody dumb oaf, all he tried to do was give you some tips on better grooming and fourth and finally... a little culture could only do well to improve upon your animal like tendencies!"
Dantis started to walk again, his head was steaming and he was one step from putting his brother under the knife or rather the sword. Perhaps if he had neutered him all those years ago he would be easier to control. You can take the wolf our of the wild but not the wild out of the bleeding wolf. Rohar ruined everything he is invited to with his bad hygiene, ragged cloths, bad smell and even more horrid attitude, Dantis just wanted one night where his brother didn't make him look bad in front of people, just one night! It was almost tempting to pray to God, that was how desperate he truly felt for a little culture. This time it was Rohar who stepped in front of Dantis stopping him from moving with a large growl Rohar bared his large fangs, oh this was going to be a long ass night.
"You always do this Dantis, you always drag me to those boring parties, I try to spare you my company but you insist upon dragging me too them. I'm not going to subject myself to your pansy ass way of life just because you want me to. If I ever saw myself dressed like you I would tear my own throat out. An for the record while you were off gallivanting with your rich "I can't eat a small sandwich because it will make me fat" whores, I was stuck with the King of stuffiness who found it prudent to inform me that he would be happy to get his butler Gerard to take me to the personal sweet and clean me up. Don't give me your crap about me overacting again, he is lucky I didn't tear his heart out! Also seeming your so dead set on ruining my night I was going to keep this to myself but what the hell we both might as well have a crap night. Your new "friends" were talking about you every time you were out of ear shot, and they were not very nice about what they said.
Rohar put his hand down and turned his back on Dantis walking forward, the missiles were now in the water and were about to hit home. Dantis was a high society type no matter how anyone sliced it, and even the slightest mention that someone was talking ill of him when he was in a bad mood was enough to get him fighting. Rohar did not care though if he got angry, at least the old wrinkly vampire would be more fun instead of stuffy and boring.
"What do you mean they were talking about me!? What the hell were those money grubbing Albanian stink worms saying about me Rohar!? I should have known they were talking behind my back, I just never imagined they would be talking about me and you! After all you are the one who draws all the attention, makes life easier."
Dantis fired shots of his own at Rohar whom between remembering bit of conversation from the party and trying to piece together that insult was rather silent for a moment. When Dantis heard the loud growl, Rohar stepped in front of him again and put a huge hand on his chest pushing him back, Dantis felt the push and glided back with a rather mischievous grin on his face.
"You ruddy no good, pasty skinned, I need a new hair do since 1890 ass hole! You take me to those parties so that everyone's attention will be on me instead of you! You stick me in the middle of the floor knowing full well that those high society types will try to eat me alive, you run off with some floozy who is probably married while they are distracted, get your kicks while you can and wait for me to explode at someone, then you criticize me for it later to make it look like I did something wrong! Well you know what I don't feel sorry at to tell you this but Count Stuffy back at the party, after insulting me he was telling his wife about how he had invited you to his party because he felt sorry for you. He saw you in town and thought you a homeless beggar down on his luck and wanted to throw you an old milk bone to sooth the hunger! How does it feel to get a worse reputation then your smelly, untrained puppy of a brother!? Huh!?
Rohar bared a grin of great happiness as Dantis's eye's turned a deadly shade of what the hell did you just say to me and the Werewolf was loving every second of that all knowing glare. He had his brother on the ropes now and it was delicious to say the very least. Dantis launched for and put his hand out, wrapping his nimble long fingers around Rohar's neck the werewolf grinned a fangy toothy grin as his brother wanted to squeeze his steel like neck.
"Take it back you flea ridden mongoloid! You better take it back you chase my own tail because Im a dumb dog asshole!"
Dantis was up to enraged as his eye's were filled with fire and more fire, seeing his brothers sneer only enraged him more, how dare this mutt muddy his good name with filth, dragging him down to his level!
"Make me you pasty skinned version of a leper, talking to me about being dirty, at least my hair didn't go out of style back in the 1600's you wannabe snob!
"You miserable chase your own tail like a moronic buffoon!
"Stuff it you off the rack clothing jerk!"
"Ill make you eat those words you butt sniffing mutt!"
Dantis screamed as Rohar roared a bellowing roar as Dantis pushed forward and tackled him to the ground, both of the two men rolled sideways down a hill shouting insults at each other the whole way down.
"Ugly cousin!"
"Mangy cur!"
"cheap wine drinker!"
"Allergic to soap mutt!"
"Vampire!!!"
Werewolf!!!"
Both of the men yelled as they hit the bottom of the hill and rolled apart in opposite directions, Rohar hit his feet quickly as Dantis did the exact same. Rohar roared again as his bodily suddenly began to sprout black long fur from head to toe, his hands a feet took on a black hew, razor sharp claws grew in on all digits as Rohar's face turned in a ferocious snout filled with razor sharp fangs and teeth. Rohar gave a chilling ear shattering howl that seemed to shake the trees as his glistening yellow eye's set on Dantis who removed both of the swords from his back and took an old fighting stance.
"Oh bring it on you unbroken house mutt, I have been wanting to take some length off that tail, would make me a fine whip to beat you with when you ruin my fun."
"Should go well with you new hair cut brother!"
Rohar spoke in a deep wolf like voice however the words were still human enough to understand as he raised his hand up, the claws glistened ominously. It was sudden that the air was filled with what sounded like another howl from off in the distance, Rohar turned silently hearing the call, the howl was terribly angry and filled with rage. Rohar lowered his hands as he looked off in the distance sniffing the air. Dantis made his way beside his brother Rohar looking of in the distance well trying to spot something, anything that might have made the howl.
"Can you smell anything Rohar? I have heard that kind of howl before from you, whoever made it is quite enraged. I can not see anything ahead."
"The smells are feint, muddled, but there is a smell of blood lingering softly in the air. We should check it out, one of my kin might be in danger. Do we have time before our next contract?"
"Say no more my brother, you know blood and kin are thicker then money, even if it is there is always more work for the likes of us. Lets move with a purpose and see if we can't find out what is going on."
Rohar raised his large clawed hand as Dantis did the same, both of the brothers smacked their hands together and squeezed hard before letting go, turning they both speed off into the woods towards the noise.
Dantis walked briskly through the woods, his footsteps were completely silent and feint to even the most trained ear, well.. compared to the huge would be deadly Werewolf walking beside him in the silvery light of the moon he was completely silent, no one would hear him over big foot and his magical feet. Dantis was rather annoyed at that moment, hell he would have to say he more then that, he was at a very rare, severely agitated, mostly towards his brother who was completely incapable of being civilized for even the briefest of times, even for his own bloody brother. Dantis heard the resounding growl from his counter part Rohar, it was sort of a mix between angry and relenting at the same time.
"Thats not ruddy well fair Dantis, you know how I hate to go with you to those damn high end whore houses! All I wanted to do was go run around in the woods while you talked with the ladies of the night. But NO you had to drag me along, to try and force me to be sociable. Every time I go anywhere with you, you walk in there like you own the place and I am like your pet dog to those snobby underclassed assholes! Well you know what I taught that man a lesson her won't forget, he will think better about just insulting me because I am not wearing fancy shiny shoes like him!
Rohar spoke angrily towards his brother, it was always like this most times, in fact some would say that the twos favorite past time was walking through the woods arguing with each other. However Rohar knew his brother was rather angry with him this time around, if he got any redder in the face, and that was something in its own seeming he was dead, then Dantis's head looked as if it was just going to pop. Rohar stopped silently as Dantis stepped in front of him and held out his hand to keep him from moving further. Oh this was going to be a long ruddy night from the looks of it.
"First off you untrained floor wetter, it was not a damn a whore house, it was a bloody ell tea party in which I was invited to by a rather lovely couple I meant in that small town. Second if I had know you were going to accompany me in your usual black piss smelling rags I would dressed you myself. I was foolish to believe that for once you could actually get something to wear and jump in a lake with a good bar of soap. Third, the man did not insult you, you bloody dumb oaf, all he tried to do was give you some tips on better grooming and fourth and finally... a little culture could only do well to improve upon your animal like tendencies!"
Dantis started to walk again, his head was steaming and he was one step from putting his brother under the knife or rather the sword. Perhaps if he had neutered him all those years ago he would be easier to control. You can take the wolf our of the wild but not the wild out of the bleeding wolf. Rohar ruined everything he is invited to with his bad hygiene, ragged cloths, bad smell and even more horrid attitude, Dantis just wanted one night where his brother didn't make him look bad in front of people, just one night! It was almost tempting to pray to God, that was how desperate he truly felt for a little culture. This time it was Rohar who stepped in front of Dantis stopping him from moving with a large growl Rohar bared his large fangs, oh this was going to be a long ass night.
"You always do this Dantis, you always drag me to those boring parties, I try to spare you my company but you insist upon dragging me too them. I'm not going to subject myself to your pansy ass way of life just because you want me to. If I ever saw myself dressed like you I would tear my own throat out. An for the record while you were off gallivanting with your rich "I can't eat a small sandwich because it will make me fat" whores, I was stuck with the King of stuffiness who found it prudent to inform me that he would be happy to get his butler Gerard to take me to the personal sweet and clean me up. Don't give me your crap about me overacting again, he is lucky I didn't tear his heart out! Also seeming your so dead set on ruining my night I was going to keep this to myself but what the hell we both might as well have a crap night. Your new "friends" were talking about you every time you were out of ear shot, and they were not very nice about what they said.
Rohar put his hand down and turned his back on Dantis walking forward, the missiles were now in the water and were about to hit home. Dantis was a high society type no matter how anyone sliced it, and even the slightest mention that someone was talking ill of him when he was in a bad mood was enough to get him fighting. Rohar did not care though if he got angry, at least the old wrinkly vampire would be more fun instead of stuffy and boring.
"What do you mean they were talking about me!? What the hell were those money grubbing Albanian stink worms saying about me Rohar!? I should have known they were talking behind my back, I just never imagined they would be talking about me and you! After all you are the one who draws all the attention, makes life easier."
Dantis fired shots of his own at Rohar whom between remembering bit of conversation from the party and trying to piece together that insult was rather silent for a moment. When Dantis heard the loud growl, Rohar stepped in front of him again and put a huge hand on his chest pushing him back, Dantis felt the push and glided back with a rather mischievous grin on his face.
"You ruddy no good, pasty skinned, I need a new hair do since 1890 ass hole! You take me to those parties so that everyone's attention will be on me instead of you! You stick me in the middle of the floor knowing full well that those high society types will try to eat me alive, you run off with some floozy who is probably married while they are distracted, get your kicks while you can and wait for me to explode at someone, then you criticize me for it later to make it look like I did something wrong! Well you know what I don't feel sorry at to tell you this but Count Stuffy back at the party, after insulting me he was telling his wife about how he had invited you to his party because he felt sorry for you. He saw you in town and thought you a homeless beggar down on his luck and wanted to throw you an old milk bone to sooth the hunger! How does it feel to get a worse reputation then your smelly, untrained puppy of a brother!? Huh!?
Rohar bared a grin of great happiness as Dantis's eye's turned a deadly shade of what the hell did you just say to me and the Werewolf was loving every second of that all knowing glare. He had his brother on the ropes now and it was delicious to say the very least. Dantis launched for and put his hand out, wrapping his nimble long fingers around Rohar's neck the werewolf grinned a fangy toothy grin as his brother wanted to squeeze his steel like neck.
"Take it back you flea ridden mongoloid! You better take it back you chase my own tail because Im a dumb dog asshole!"
Dantis was up to enraged as his eye's were filled with fire and more fire, seeing his brothers sneer only enraged him more, how dare this mutt muddy his good name with filth, dragging him down to his level!
"Make me you pasty skinned version of a leper, talking to me about being dirty, at least my hair didn't go out of style back in the 1600's you wannabe snob!
"You miserable chase your own tail like a moronic buffoon!
"Stuff it you off the rack clothing jerk!"
"Ill make you eat those words you butt sniffing mutt!"
Dantis screamed as Rohar roared a bellowing roar as Dantis pushed forward and tackled him to the ground, both of the two men rolled sideways down a hill shouting insults at each other the whole way down.
"Ugly cousin!"
"Mangy cur!"
"cheap wine drinker!"
"Allergic to soap mutt!"
"Vampire!!!"
Werewolf!!!"
Both of the men yelled as they hit the bottom of the hill and rolled apart in opposite directions, Rohar hit his feet quickly as Dantis did the exact same. Rohar roared again as his bodily suddenly began to sprout black long fur from head to toe, his hands a feet took on a black hew, razor sharp claws grew in on all digits as Rohar's face turned in a ferocious snout filled with razor sharp fangs and teeth. Rohar gave a chilling ear shattering howl that seemed to shake the trees as his glistening yellow eye's set on Dantis who removed both of the swords from his back and took an old fighting stance.
"Oh bring it on you unbroken house mutt, I have been wanting to take some length off that tail, would make me a fine whip to beat you with when you ruin my fun."
"Should go well with you new hair cut brother!"
Rohar spoke in a deep wolf like voice however the words were still human enough to understand as he raised his hand up, the claws glistened ominously. It was sudden that the air was filled with what sounded like another howl from off in the distance, Rohar turned silently hearing the call, the howl was terribly angry and filled with rage. Rohar lowered his hands as he looked off in the distance sniffing the air. Dantis made his way beside his brother Rohar looking of in the distance well trying to spot something, anything that might have made the howl.
"Can you smell anything Rohar? I have heard that kind of howl before from you, whoever made it is quite enraged. I can not see anything ahead."
"The smells are feint, muddled, but there is a smell of blood lingering softly in the air. We should check it out, one of my kin might be in danger. Do we have time before our next contract?"
"Say no more my brother, you know blood and kin are thicker then money, even if it is there is always more work for the likes of us. Lets move with a purpose and see if we can't find out what is going on."
Rohar raised his large clawed hand as Dantis did the same, both of the brothers smacked their hands together and squeezed hard before letting go, turning they both speed off into the woods towards the noise.
Sweet ^^ I am excited to start working on my starter post, now that I am awake and back in the land of the living or rather somewhat living NOW in any case :P
That was a loaded question but hell perhaps he was ready for his first day at Hogwarts again, it had been so long since he sat in a class and just simply learned. The countless days of chasing down dark wizards was a job and a passion, but he did yearn for something more simple some days and this seemed like the ticket.
"It should be an experience Ceres."
As Crixus feigned a smile one of the other students spoke softly of him wondering who he was. He walked up casually as he smiled and spoke to her.
"My name is Crixus, but you can just call me Crix, I am a new transfer student here from a smaller academy. Its a pleasure to meet you..."
Crixus cut himself off not really knowing the younger girls name, she spoke softly towards him again saying that her name was Sasha. He nodded with another brilliant smile that was probably giving Ceres more ammo to fire at him later on.
"Its a pleasure Sasha, if it is not too rude I am smelling some rather delicious food and if I have but one thing its an appetite."
Crixus spoke less enthusiastically but still with a hint of excitement as he stole away and sat down at the table, Ceres continued to talk to other students, she sure did know a lot of people at Hogwarts. She was a lot like Katie in a lot of respects, friends, smiles, happiness, cheerful deposition even in darkest of times. It was almost ridiculous how she rather mirrored her in so many ways and yet was so different in other ways, good ways. Crixus picked up a nearby cup of juice and downed it thirstily, his throat was drier then a desert, he immediately poured himself another glass and drank it down. Looking down the table he saw a bowl of fresh green apples, looking around silently everyone was busy chatting and having breakfast, with a flick of his arm an apple flew from the bowl and smacked his hand, taking a large bite out of it he savored the juices. Rolling his eye's under the sunglasses he chastised himself yet again about his impeccable verbal skills. If I have one thing its an appetite, who the hell just says that to someone they just meant, maybe he should have just played the silent silent new year students instead of the talkative one.
He had also sort of brushed her off a little too, that was a tad rude too, he should have been more accommodating, but he wasn't used to talking to so many new people all the time, especially younger people, hell he didn't even do that when he was an actual student at Hogwarts. It wasn't long before Crixus happened to look sideways out of curiosity of Ceres's location when he realized Sasha was sort of looking at him. Crixus raised his hand and waved silently looking away trying not to look back, his cheeks were slightly red, he hoped to god she was just curious about who he was, she wasn't looking at him for any other reason right? It was ridiculous to think she was looking at him for any other reason, right? Why the hell am I asking myself so many bloody questions? Jesus. Your a bloody Auror, you can take someone looking at you. Crixus reached forward to grab another cup of juice and ended up missing the glass when he diverted his eye's back to Sasha knocking the cup over.
"Bloody hell and all."
Crixus cursed lightly to himself under his breath thankful the spot across from him was empty, smacking himself in the forehead lightly he shook his head to himself. Good game Crixus, good game your really beating them back now. Crixus sighed to himself as he went to take a bite of his apple to realize he had lost the damn thing. Looking around the table he tried to find his apple but it was gone, he diverted his attention to the floor but alas it was too late, a Slytherin student hit the apple and went down on their butt spilling their drink all over them. Crixus must have knocked the damn thing off when he spilled his drink, turning his attention away from the spill he acted like he had no idea what was going on as a chorus of laughs went off from the other tables. When he felt the finger on his shoulder he turned silently to see a rather tall butch looking Slytherin holding an apple towards him.
"This yours transfer boy..."
That was the voice of a pissed of person, Crixus raised his eye brows at the boy beyond his sunglasses and shook his head without the slightest hint he was lieing.
"Can't say it is, probably got dropped by a student somewhere it is breakfast after all. Might as well toss it, footprints don't mix with apples."
Crixus turned back around as he resumed going for the other breakfast items but sneers certainly do seem to speak louder then words, turning the larger boy now had two larger students one either side of him and they were all looking at him.
"Your new here so consider this a break, but next time you lose an apple you better make sure its not where Alan Hornboggle is walking or else."
Crixus snorted uncontrollably as the last name was spoken he quickly tried to pass it off as something else, he realized that this was someone he actually knew, his father worked at the Ministry, his father always talked about his son like he was a rising jewel and to see him now was almost too funny for words.
"My name funny transfer boy?"
Crixus shook his head and turned back towards the table, he was not afraid of some two bit Slytherin bully, reaching forward he went to grab something else to eat when a large hand reached down and grabbed what he was going to get and crushed it. Then the same hand dropped it in front of him in little pieces. Was this like a threat or something he wondered, Crixus turned again sighing with rolling eye's as this wasn't going to end anytime soon.
"As much as I just love company, I am afraid I like to eat alone so you should move along now."
The would be bully opened his mouth to speak but Crixus had already turned around, with just the slightest flick of his arm as he turned the Slytherin boys pants fell to his ankles revealing the muggle like underwear beneath. The entire room broke out in a fit of laughter as the boy quickly bent down to pull his pants up, with another subtle arm movement there was a tearing noise indicating the boys under wear had split in the back when he bent. The Slytherin boy quickly pulled up his pants red in the face.
"This isn't over transfer boy! Mark my words!"
The Slytherin boy quickly high tailed it out of the main hall, Crixus buried his face in his hands and started to shake like he was crying but he was merely trying to stifle the laughing fit he had put himself into.
"Oh hell this is going to be a fun first day after all."
Crixus spoke to himself as he chuckled and quickly reposed himself, reaching over this time he grabbed another green apple and took a bite out of it.
"Ah nothing like a crisp green apple on a cool morning."
"It should be an experience Ceres."
As Crixus feigned a smile one of the other students spoke softly of him wondering who he was. He walked up casually as he smiled and spoke to her.
"My name is Crixus, but you can just call me Crix, I am a new transfer student here from a smaller academy. Its a pleasure to meet you..."
Crixus cut himself off not really knowing the younger girls name, she spoke softly towards him again saying that her name was Sasha. He nodded with another brilliant smile that was probably giving Ceres more ammo to fire at him later on.
"Its a pleasure Sasha, if it is not too rude I am smelling some rather delicious food and if I have but one thing its an appetite."
Crixus spoke less enthusiastically but still with a hint of excitement as he stole away and sat down at the table, Ceres continued to talk to other students, she sure did know a lot of people at Hogwarts. She was a lot like Katie in a lot of respects, friends, smiles, happiness, cheerful deposition even in darkest of times. It was almost ridiculous how she rather mirrored her in so many ways and yet was so different in other ways, good ways. Crixus picked up a nearby cup of juice and downed it thirstily, his throat was drier then a desert, he immediately poured himself another glass and drank it down. Looking down the table he saw a bowl of fresh green apples, looking around silently everyone was busy chatting and having breakfast, with a flick of his arm an apple flew from the bowl and smacked his hand, taking a large bite out of it he savored the juices. Rolling his eye's under the sunglasses he chastised himself yet again about his impeccable verbal skills. If I have one thing its an appetite, who the hell just says that to someone they just meant, maybe he should have just played the silent silent new year students instead of the talkative one.
He had also sort of brushed her off a little too, that was a tad rude too, he should have been more accommodating, but he wasn't used to talking to so many new people all the time, especially younger people, hell he didn't even do that when he was an actual student at Hogwarts. It wasn't long before Crixus happened to look sideways out of curiosity of Ceres's location when he realized Sasha was sort of looking at him. Crixus raised his hand and waved silently looking away trying not to look back, his cheeks were slightly red, he hoped to god she was just curious about who he was, she wasn't looking at him for any other reason right? It was ridiculous to think she was looking at him for any other reason, right? Why the hell am I asking myself so many bloody questions? Jesus. Your a bloody Auror, you can take someone looking at you. Crixus reached forward to grab another cup of juice and ended up missing the glass when he diverted his eye's back to Sasha knocking the cup over.
"Bloody hell and all."
Crixus cursed lightly to himself under his breath thankful the spot across from him was empty, smacking himself in the forehead lightly he shook his head to himself. Good game Crixus, good game your really beating them back now. Crixus sighed to himself as he went to take a bite of his apple to realize he had lost the damn thing. Looking around the table he tried to find his apple but it was gone, he diverted his attention to the floor but alas it was too late, a Slytherin student hit the apple and went down on their butt spilling their drink all over them. Crixus must have knocked the damn thing off when he spilled his drink, turning his attention away from the spill he acted like he had no idea what was going on as a chorus of laughs went off from the other tables. When he felt the finger on his shoulder he turned silently to see a rather tall butch looking Slytherin holding an apple towards him.
"This yours transfer boy..."
That was the voice of a pissed of person, Crixus raised his eye brows at the boy beyond his sunglasses and shook his head without the slightest hint he was lieing.
"Can't say it is, probably got dropped by a student somewhere it is breakfast after all. Might as well toss it, footprints don't mix with apples."
Crixus turned back around as he resumed going for the other breakfast items but sneers certainly do seem to speak louder then words, turning the larger boy now had two larger students one either side of him and they were all looking at him.
"Your new here so consider this a break, but next time you lose an apple you better make sure its not where Alan Hornboggle is walking or else."
Crixus snorted uncontrollably as the last name was spoken he quickly tried to pass it off as something else, he realized that this was someone he actually knew, his father worked at the Ministry, his father always talked about his son like he was a rising jewel and to see him now was almost too funny for words.
"My name funny transfer boy?"
Crixus shook his head and turned back towards the table, he was not afraid of some two bit Slytherin bully, reaching forward he went to grab something else to eat when a large hand reached down and grabbed what he was going to get and crushed it. Then the same hand dropped it in front of him in little pieces. Was this like a threat or something he wondered, Crixus turned again sighing with rolling eye's as this wasn't going to end anytime soon.
"As much as I just love company, I am afraid I like to eat alone so you should move along now."
The would be bully opened his mouth to speak but Crixus had already turned around, with just the slightest flick of his arm as he turned the Slytherin boys pants fell to his ankles revealing the muggle like underwear beneath. The entire room broke out in a fit of laughter as the boy quickly bent down to pull his pants up, with another subtle arm movement there was a tearing noise indicating the boys under wear had split in the back when he bent. The Slytherin boy quickly pulled up his pants red in the face.
"This isn't over transfer boy! Mark my words!"
The Slytherin boy quickly high tailed it out of the main hall, Crixus buried his face in his hands and started to shake like he was crying but he was merely trying to stifle the laughing fit he had put himself into.
"Oh hell this is going to be a fun first day after all."
Crixus spoke to himself as he chuckled and quickly reposed himself, reaching over this time he grabbed another green apple and took a bite out of it.
"Ah nothing like a crisp green apple on a cool morning."
Crixus listened silently as Ceres said good night to him she spoke of darkness and things in which she truly did not understand, if she truly knew what she had seen when he showed her what he saw day an night then she would not be so quick to dismiss the darkness in his own soul. Then again who's fault was it that she was not aware of what the colors represented, or what he was truly talking about, or even what he was trying to say? Why was it so hard to just open the gates of his own life for people? Why was it that he couldn't even bare to tell even the most smallest thing to anyone? Why did he find it so hard to trust people, especially the ones who trusted him with their lives, he was not capable of giving the same back. Why... why does the past haunt me so and why can't I let it go? Crixus reached over into his black bag and removed Basil laying him on the bed, with a couple gentle strokes he realized that this serpent miniature knew more about him then any human alive and that was in it self a horrible realization and then again it wasn't at the same time.
Reaching back into the bag Crixus removed a large parchment of paper and lay it upon the bed, with another reach into the seemingly endless bottomed bag he pulled out a wand, it was quite different from the one that lay attached still to his forearm. Taking it in the opposite hand he flicked his wrist, the wand on his forearm freed from the holster and slid into his outstretched hand. Letting the handle of the wand rest against his palm the center went through his fingers and rested between his middle and pointer finger. Taking the second wand he placed it in similar fashion in his other hand. Raising them both up he swished them at the same time, both wands lite up at the tips with a brilliant white light which covered the room intensely. Raising both wands out fully extended to the sides Crixus tensed his arms and brought the wands back to his body breath slowly then extending his arms back out the orbs of light at the bottom of each wand flew into the air as bright white orbs, bringing his arms back in the balls of light flew to him and stopped just a few feet in front of him. He stared at them intensively his eye's visible against the black enchanted glass which was illuminated through the light.
Crixus sat silently for almost an hour as he concentrated on the two orbs of light, he almost seemed in a transfixed state as he sat on the edge of the bed. Turning his attention to the parchment on the bed next to him he lowered one of the wand and swished it, thinking a certain phrase as he did so the parchment came to life and formed a map of the entire school. Looking down at it he viewed the tower he was in and quickly located Ceres, she was unmoving in one location, she must have been asleep by now. Crixus brought his wands down as the glowing orbs dissipated cloaking the room back into the firery shadows. Picking up a black shirt layed out on the bed he slowly pulled it over his head and went to the door. Placing one wand in the hem of his pants he his it under the shirt and replaced the other in its holster. Opening the door he peaked out there was not a sound, it seemed everyone was out for the night, exiting the room he made his way down the stairs quietly and slipped out soon enough through the entrance to the common room and into the night beyond the castle.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Crixus yawned to himself as he sat layed out on the couch in the common room, the sun had already risen high in the sky and he could hear the rest of the Ravenclaw students hustling a bustling. With another even longer yawn he got up and returned to his room, taking off the black shirt from before he silently got back into the Ravenclaw robes he had been given. Today was his first official day of going back to class and learning, oh that was going to be so much bloody fun. Crixus was sarcastic to himself, knowing there was still time before breakfast he silently fell back into the bed and propped his foot up on the edge and closed his eye's. Almost immediately he had drifted off into a rather deep sleep. When he next came too Crixus jumped up looking around, one of the other students was poking their head through his door.
"Its time for breakfast sleepyhead!"
Crixus smiled and nodded as the cheerfulness was enough to drive him into a coma this early in the day. Placing his feet back onm the ground he gave Basil another couple quick rubs on the head and walked to the door.
"Keep the place safe Basil and try not to hunt anyones pets, I don't want to explain how someones pet cat ended up disappearing Basil."
Basil flicked his tongue out and lowered his head almost like he was sarcastically bowing to Crixus upon his command. Crixus merely rolled his eye's behind the sunglasses and walked down the stairs. Waiting for Ceres he was starving again, he hoped breakfast would be a bit less violent then the opening dinner. Then again... spreading mash potatoes over that pure blood snob was rather fun, maybe there would be biscuit and gravy this time to knock on her. Crixus chuckled to himself at the thought, Ceres would get a hell of a laugh out of that and he liked to see her laugh and smile.
Reaching back into the bag Crixus removed a large parchment of paper and lay it upon the bed, with another reach into the seemingly endless bottomed bag he pulled out a wand, it was quite different from the one that lay attached still to his forearm. Taking it in the opposite hand he flicked his wrist, the wand on his forearm freed from the holster and slid into his outstretched hand. Letting the handle of the wand rest against his palm the center went through his fingers and rested between his middle and pointer finger. Taking the second wand he placed it in similar fashion in his other hand. Raising them both up he swished them at the same time, both wands lite up at the tips with a brilliant white light which covered the room intensely. Raising both wands out fully extended to the sides Crixus tensed his arms and brought the wands back to his body breath slowly then extending his arms back out the orbs of light at the bottom of each wand flew into the air as bright white orbs, bringing his arms back in the balls of light flew to him and stopped just a few feet in front of him. He stared at them intensively his eye's visible against the black enchanted glass which was illuminated through the light.
Crixus sat silently for almost an hour as he concentrated on the two orbs of light, he almost seemed in a transfixed state as he sat on the edge of the bed. Turning his attention to the parchment on the bed next to him he lowered one of the wand and swished it, thinking a certain phrase as he did so the parchment came to life and formed a map of the entire school. Looking down at it he viewed the tower he was in and quickly located Ceres, she was unmoving in one location, she must have been asleep by now. Crixus brought his wands down as the glowing orbs dissipated cloaking the room back into the firery shadows. Picking up a black shirt layed out on the bed he slowly pulled it over his head and went to the door. Placing one wand in the hem of his pants he his it under the shirt and replaced the other in its holster. Opening the door he peaked out there was not a sound, it seemed everyone was out for the night, exiting the room he made his way down the stairs quietly and slipped out soon enough through the entrance to the common room and into the night beyond the castle.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Crixus yawned to himself as he sat layed out on the couch in the common room, the sun had already risen high in the sky and he could hear the rest of the Ravenclaw students hustling a bustling. With another even longer yawn he got up and returned to his room, taking off the black shirt from before he silently got back into the Ravenclaw robes he had been given. Today was his first official day of going back to class and learning, oh that was going to be so much bloody fun. Crixus was sarcastic to himself, knowing there was still time before breakfast he silently fell back into the bed and propped his foot up on the edge and closed his eye's. Almost immediately he had drifted off into a rather deep sleep. When he next came too Crixus jumped up looking around, one of the other students was poking their head through his door.
"Its time for breakfast sleepyhead!"
Crixus smiled and nodded as the cheerfulness was enough to drive him into a coma this early in the day. Placing his feet back onm the ground he gave Basil another couple quick rubs on the head and walked to the door.
"Keep the place safe Basil and try not to hunt anyones pets, I don't want to explain how someones pet cat ended up disappearing Basil."
Basil flicked his tongue out and lowered his head almost like he was sarcastically bowing to Crixus upon his command. Crixus merely rolled his eye's behind the sunglasses and walked down the stairs. Waiting for Ceres he was starving again, he hoped breakfast would be a bit less violent then the opening dinner. Then again... spreading mash potatoes over that pure blood snob was rather fun, maybe there would be biscuit and gravy this time to knock on her. Crixus chuckled to himself at the thought, Ceres would get a hell of a laugh out of that and he liked to see her laugh and smile.
© 2007-2024