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Post by Simon Alvin on Oct 11, 2007 20:16:15 GMT
[Am I the Alpha? I thought Kit was, even though Si's the older werewolf, but perhaps that is becuase I never posted in much trans threads XD But I can use this!]
As Kit let out another roar, frightening the hell out of Billie and making her beg for her life Simon took a step forward, so the other two could see him and he let out a short sharp bark, telling them to back off, that this was not their prey. When he saw Kit snarling, he raised his upper lip, baring his teeth, showing she was not the strongest here, he was, he was the eldest.
Simon thought quickly, the cub he could bluff into thinking Simon was the Alpha because of his age, the young werewolf couldn't even hunt properly yet, but he had his doubts about Kit. She had been like him for much longer, almost as long as Simon himself had, so their strength would be rather equal, perhaps he would be stronger becuase he was a big male, and she a female, but he wouldn't risk the odds just yet, and tried to outbluff her too.
Then he turned his head to Billie, squinting due to the bright lights, letting out a soft bark, wishing for once he could talk human while in his wolf form. To calm her down perhaps, to tell her to get the hell out of here, get herself into safety, and, while she was at it, send some people over to get him out of the nuts he would most definately be in if he couldn't outbluff Kit.
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Oct 11, 2007 20:26:04 GMT
Kit's head twisted around, Olli was daring to approach her prey? He barely felt what the black furred fiend could do. A sharp growl and a snap of her jaws warned him that she was still angry with him, which was not, in anyway, a good thing.
Kit had no problems with toying with her prey, especially to teach an insolent cub a lesson. Lashing out at Billie, Kit wanted blood to drip from her claws so Olli could smell it, though if he dare try and take this human for himself, he would be in a lot of pain and trouble. The cub needed to learn some self control, even if she had to beat it into him.
A slight growl rumbled from her throat as she realised how close Simon was, he was the Alpha, but she was the Alpha Female, there were no other female werewolves to challenge her anywhere near, so he could either join the hunt, or keep out of the way, his choice. If he attacked? There may be a slight problem with the fool, Olli, getting her meal tonight instead, but that was all.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Oct 14, 2007 17:07:43 GMT
[limegreen]Billie didn't know what to do. Although aware of what was happening, her senses were still dulled. Her usually resourceful mind ceased with its usefulness. Around her neck was a wistle that was flashing, it coresponded with her heartbeat. It's flash was fast, getting faster.
[yellow]She couldn't decide if the newer werewolf was helping her or wanting her for himself. Either way, she didn't know who it was. Roxas? No. Roxas didn't usually go out on full moons, either that or she just never saw him. Maybe it was Simon. Wow. If it was then this'd be the first time she'd seen him in, well, ages.[/yellow]
She tried to jump back as Kit lashed out at her but Kit was to fast, Her eyes widened as the werewolfs claws ripped through her chest easily. She clutched at the bloody wound, a pained scream let out from her lungs. [/limegreen]
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Post by Christopher Anthony Brian on Oct 14, 2007 19:48:01 GMT
Billie had been due back a long time ago. Even Leo had arrived back from Puddlemere by now. The party was supposed to have finished around 3, but it was now 4 in the morning. I would have only taken Billie a few minutes to apparate home. Chris had decided to go and investigate. As Chris hadn't yet received his appartion license, he had to walk to Hogsmead, where the party was being held. Placidus forest provided a shortcut, so Chris had taken that route.
With his wand outstretch, Chris sneaked through the forest - his breathing was heavy. He knew it was dangerous going through her at night, but Billie could be in deep trouble right now. Even though Chris was extremely tired, but he needed to know if Billie was ok. The twins where fast asleep, and safely in the care of their father.
Through the bushes, Chris heard a familiar scream. 'No it can't be her', thought Chris. His wand was now trembling with his shaking arm. 'It's just an owl', thought Chris to himself. He began to pick up pace. Chris wanted to get out of this forest as soon as possible. He soon arrived at the centre of the forest, where he found the werewolves, and BILLIE! A small gasp escaped from Christopher's mouth. Billie seemed to have a bad wound to her chest. Chris pointed his wand at the three werewolves, not caring if they where his friends or not. "Pertrificus Totalus!" He screamed furiously.
[[Sorry about my terrible reply, but i have to go now.]]
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Oct 14, 2007 22:02:53 GMT
A satisfied smirk spread across the beast's muzzle, cold, golden eyes glared in Olli's direction, making sure that he knew she was punishing him as the blood dripped down from her claws. The scent sure to drive him mad as she still would stop him from attacking her prey, this was her prey, not his.
Another human came crashing through the forest like a heard of stampedeing hippogriffs. it was tempting, this human was injured and very noticeable, and there was another, enough for a decent meal, although, the stronger Alpha would probably want the newcomer for himself. Like black oil, Kit dodged the spell fluidly, rearing up and turning around, rage in the beasts eyes. How dare this weak little human attack her, the large, sleek, midnight black predator. A harsh snarling roar tore from her fangs once more as she bristled her fur, her long, soft black pelt with each bristle on end, with her lips drawn back, Kit made her anger VERY clear before advancing upon the attacker, blood lust raging in her veins.
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Post by Simon Alvin on Oct 15, 2007 9:53:56 GMT
Simon growled as he heard somebody crashing though the forest, cmoing their way, instinctively. Too preoccupied with the trouble he was trying to solve, he didn't bother to catch the scent of the person who came running here. Kit had just slashed at Billie's chest, who now sported a deep wound, blood flowing steadily from it. His nostrils twitched at the scent of the blood, a little salty, but so delicious. He knew that... As Billie shrieked, Simon took a step back. Humans could make such annoying sounds, ear-splitting.
He jumped forward as Kit smirked, he knew what she was capable of, and she was certainly in for the kill. As the other human can nearer and halted, Simon turned around, snarling. Chris. The idiot had gone and get himself into trouble again. He had seen the boy being tortured last year, and now he had gone and try to save somebody who was being attacked by two werewolves! A red beam came soaring towards the three of them and Simon ducked out of the way of the spell, easily. Why the hell was Chris trying to be such a hero?!
Deciding on probably one the stupidest plans he had ever had, he moved forward, in the direction of Chris, looking back to growl fiercely at Kit, showing them this was HIS prey, not for her to touch, she just had to keep to the girl. She had already marked her as her prey, so he wouldn't bother her about that. Yet. He roared at Chris, trying to get him running, away from here, he'd come back for Billie later, hoping to get back as soon as possible, cause he knew the intoxicated girl wouldn't hold long against two hungry werewolves.
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Oct 15, 2007 10:47:34 GMT
Kit snarled as Simon leapt towards her, he had seen what she was doing before, if he wanted this kill then he should have made it clear before that. She knew he was stronger, but Kit had blood on her claws, and this was her kill, and this male was not going to take it from her without a fight.
As she made her way to Chris, Simon stopped her, so he wanted this kill, but the human had attacked them. Ears flattened, she let her fur lay down slightly, but anger was still pulsing threw her veins, there was no way she would let a human get away with attacking her. Dipping her tail submissively, Kit looked at Simon, she wasn't going to kill Chris, or even cut him, just hurl him at a tree to satisfy her anger.
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Post by Olli Carter on Oct 17, 2007 17:43:30 GMT
The sent of the humans blood was driving Olli insane. Salver was beginning to fall from his muzzle onto the dry forest ground. Wasn't Kit being driven mad too? How was she doing this? This time Olli was not so stupid too attack again, although he deeply desired the human meat. Olli just hoped that the alphas would be willing to share with him, after his actions tonight. To Olli's delight another human appeared. Maybe there was going to be a rare feast of human tonight. But Olli's joys where quickly cut short. The human pulled out its stick, something that all werewolves feared. A beam of light shot towards the werewolves, and hit Olli, missing the other two werewolves. He fell to the ground paralyzed. There was nothing more he could do. [Writers block ]
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Post by Simon Alvin on Oct 29, 2007 20:18:59 GMT
As Olli went down, Simon saw Kit dipping her tail. So she had accepted him as the Alpha too? Good, that would help a lot. But as he saw she still wnated to hurt the boy who had just tried to save Billie, he got angry. He had made it quite clear to her it was his prey, and that his prey was not to be toyed around with. Anger rising, he decided on something that could very well get very ugly. He knew the she-wolf wouldn't be stopped by just the command to stop, he would have to use force. It wouldn't kill her, he knew that, but it would hurt her very serious.
He made up his mind and leapt, soaring through the air, in Kit's direction, his jaw opened widely, trying to reach her neck. If he could get a hold of that, she would most probably be disabled to attack anybody else, and then Chris and Billie could get away. As he landed, he went for the neck, hoping he would be able to hold on.
[OOC: Sorry for the crappy post. I'm seriously inspirationless atm]
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Oct 29, 2007 21:02:43 GMT
Kit snarled angrily as Simon leapt at her, knocked off her feet, the werewolf was on her back and very mad. Kicking at the older werewolf's stomach with her hind legs while clawing at him using the long talon like claws on her front paws, furious that he had gotten a grip on her neck, blood spurting over his muzzle. A roar split the night air once more as the beast realised that her strength was failing, struggling violently to get away, attacks getting weaker and weaker with the more blood she lost. A high pitched whine preceded the large, black furred beast passing out and going limp, completely unaware of her surroundings.
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Post by Simon Alvin on Oct 29, 2007 21:21:01 GMT
Getting a good hold of the female's neck, Simon bit, blood spurting into his mouth, the delicious taste of it filling his mouth. He tried as good as he could to avoid the female's slahing claws and kicking hind legs, trying to prevent them from ripping his stomach open.When her hindlegs hit him and ripped the skin apart he growled, biting even harder. Momentarily distracted Kit had gotten the chance to hit his shoulder, splitting the skin. That would certainely leave a scar. The other animal kept fighting, though it's attacks were getting weaker by the moment. Just before the other werewolf passed out, she let out a highpitched whine, Simon shaking her once more. Then the beast between his fangs went limp, all weight unsuported by her own legs, and now held up by Simon's jaw.
He loosened the grip he had on the female's neck, shifting his jaws, holding her up at the scruff of her neck, careful not to rip open the wounds any further. He looked up at the humans, who would probably think it was a ghastly sight, three werewolves, one stunned by Chris' spell, the other one passed out due to bloodloss, and covered in her own and Billie's blood and a third, holding up the second one, covered in blood, it dripping from his muzzle. He started walking towards Chris, thinking that would be his best choice, seeing how Billie herself was suffering from some nasty wounds too and probably still quite intoxicated. He even wondered if she even carried her wand with her. As he reached the boy, he looked up at him, wanting to be able to tell him to please, in some way or other, restrain Kit, so she wouldn't be able to do any more damage tonight, and so he could tend to his own wounds.
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Post by Christopher Anthony Brian on Nov 1, 2007 19:36:03 GMT
The spell Chris had used dodged two of the werewolves, but hit the blood red colored werewolf, who Chris recongised as Olli. He had helped Billie in delivering Kit's cubs, and so he now understood the werewolves fur color. Although Chris knew two of the werewolves, there was one who he had not seen before. The fur of the unknown werewolf was extremely dark, and had streaks of grey, but Chris did not care for the identity.
Kit's loud roar hurt the ears of Chris, but still he did not run away in fear. There was no way that Chris was going to leave Billie here and let her get eaten up as werewolf dinner. He continued to stand, staring down at the werewolf. One werewolf was already paralyzed. All Chris needed to do now was disable the other two, he just needed to wait for the perfect moment to attack again.
The dark furred werewolf began to approach Chris. Now he was in for it. He was going to be killed and eaten up as werewolf pudding. At least he would die for his love - Billie Joe Hardings. Maybe someone would rescue Billie whilst the werewolves where busy killing Chris. Despite the painful roar of the unknown dark furred werewolf Chris continued to glare down at the werewolves. "I am not leaving without Billie!", he yelled bravely, as one of his eyes quickly darted towards Billie's blooded body. He knew that werewolves did not understand human language, but it was still worth a try.
Before Chris's eyes a fight between the werewolves seemed to unfold. He had always expected werewolves to be loyal, and obey the stronger werewolf, but this was just not the case. Chris just watched in amazement, forgetting about the whole situation. Once the fight was over Kit had fallen to the ground unconscious. There was only one more werewolf to dispose of, but Billie needed medical attention quickly.
Before Chris could attack , the dark furred werewolf had already approached him. Maybe this werewolf had taken his wolfsbane potion tonight. Maybe this werewolf was in fact Simon Alvin, who was one of Chris's best friends at Hogwarts. "Simon?", he asked, running past the werewolf and moving over to Billie's wounded body. Chris couldn't tell if she was unconscious or not. He bent down and scooped her into his arms. It was quite a struggle carrying Billie, as she was a little taller than Chris.
Yet again Simon had helped Chris. Kit 's unconsciousness wasn't going to last very long, as she was a strong werewolf. Despite having Billie in his arms Chris managed to point his wand at the unconscious werewolf. Under his breath Chris muttered a spell.A spell that would conjure silver cuffs was sent shooting towards Kit's body.
Without looking back Chris ran away into the forest with the heavy body of Billie in his arms. He was slowed down with the body of Billie, but despite aching legs Chris ran as fast as ever through the dark forest.
[Sorry about the sucky post, but this is like a deaded thread...]
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Post by Simon Alvin on Nov 1, 2007 20:17:12 GMT
Simon growled softly as Chris spoke his name, the sound muffled by the scruff of Kit's neck, which he was still holding. He had saved the boy, again. As he ran past, Simon looked at him struggling to keep Billie's body in his arms. Instead of just charming a pair of restraints for Kit he had decided to tend to Billie first? Simon groaned, if he could, hello! There was a big werewolf being held up by just his jaw and he needed to tend to his own wounds too. As Chris finally send silver cuffs flying Kit's way, which clasped itselves around her paws Simon let go of the female werewolf, walking away to just out of her reach as she would wake up soon enough, only looking back to see Chris run by again, getting the hell out of here.
He lay down on the ground, licking his belly, getting the dirt out of the wound. In the morning he would smear on some desinfectant or something, but for now saliva would have to do. After a while he had cleaned nearly all dirt out of the wound, and he started tending to the wound on his shoulder in like manner, suddenly stopping to think he really should go and get Kit's cubs here. They had been alone for quite a while, and youngs should never be left alone for such a long time. He let out a howl, calling them, hoping they would answer him and come this way. They couldn't be too far off, seeing how even Kit was bound to have some mother instinct.
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Nov 4, 2007 3:25:10 GMT
Smoke rose from the werewolf's wrists as the silver touched them, the burning pain slowly bringing her back to consciousness as she healed. Struggling and yelping, trying desperately to get away from the thing burning her. It didn't matter that the scent of her own blood invaded her nostrils so pungently, this would have sent the beast into a violent rage in any other circumstance, but right then, all she could think about was that horrendous pain encircling her wrists.
Kit didn't even notice the stabbing pains that signified the beginnings of the change back. A loud, piercingly high, inhuman screech ripped out of her as the pain of her body reforming and the silver became too much for even the werewolf. The beast's vision went black, flashes of memory from moons it had long forgotten flashed threw her mind.
Minuets later, Kit opened her eyes, tears streaming down her face as smoke still generated from the contact with silver, burns worsening still. "I'll go back, I swear, please, take them off, please." She begged, unsure if she was back with her mother or if said parent had found out about things that had happened and come looking, which ever, Kit just wanted the silver off her wrists, no matter the consequences.
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Post by Olli Carter on Nov 5, 2007 20:42:47 GMT
The movement was gradually coming back to Bloodstain's werewolf body. He could wiggle his fingers, then his foot, then legs, until finally movement returned to the whole of Olli's body. He stood up on his hind legs. It felt great being able to move again. There werewolf was no longer restricted by the curse which the human had laid upon him. The creature that did this was still close - Bloodstain could sense it. He wanted revenge. But before Olli could take a step forward a familiar feeling stuck his body. It was time for the werewolf to transform. Olli back down to the ground with pain, as the pain overtook him.
The fur began to fall over, muscles began to disappear, bones back to shift, and the strong senses began to disappear. Olli's human mind and memory gradually began to return to its orginal state. Once the transformation was over Olli lay on the ground, relived that it was all over until the next full moon. He tugged at his wand, which was tied to his leg, and conjured some clothes.
Olli spotted Kit, struggling in pain with the silver cuffs that where tied around her arms. He was tempted to laugh out loud, but resisted the urge. Olli really didn't want to return to the castle headless. "Even if i wanted to remove them you know i can't," he hissed at Kit.
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