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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Nov 23, 2007 20:58:45 GMT
The night sky dawned above her. It was not a full moon tonight so she didn't have to worry about werewolf attacks. She didn't feel apart of the Death Eaters. She felt she had to attack the next person she saw, regardless of who it was. It could be Leo or Chris.
Her mascara ran down her face as she looked around.
Whoever the next person she saw was, she'd be sure to get them. No, she couldn't.
She stared into her necklace that her mother had given to her.
"What should I do?" She whispered, the tears ran down her cheek
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Nov 23, 2007 21:13:12 GMT
Kit growled softly, some human just disturbed her hunt. She needed to catch that prey, now that she was practically living in the forest. Storming out into the open with a snarl, she was about to rage at them, until she noticed who it was. "Oh, it's you." She grunted, Kit had been avoiding Billie when ever possible for a while, she had almost killed her on one of the nights her bestial side took over completely. Scratching her shoulder slightly, Kit looked at the floor. "Umm, what's up?" She asked, clearly noticing that Billie was upset.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Nov 23, 2007 21:42:01 GMT
[green]She heard a voice and turned around, it was Kit. She didn't hold any grudges for the whole nearly killing her thing. But still, she'd made a promise to herself and she ad a tendancy to keep promises.
She pointed her wand at her Gryffindor friend. "I'm sorry." She croaked.
She closed her eyes for a second before opening them again and summing up her courage.
"Levicorpus" She hissed.[/green]
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Nov 23, 2007 21:54:49 GMT
The werewolf raised an eyebrow as Billie pointed her wand at her, Kit wasn't even sure where her own wand was, around the den some where, she hadn't really needed it. Ok, so Billie was still quite mad about the whole almost killing thing, still, this was a bit over the top. "Dude! What the f*ck?!" She snarled, suddenly finding herself hung upside down in the air by her ankle, wolfish anger clearly shown on her face.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Nov 23, 2007 22:10:30 GMT
[green]Billie looked straight into Kit's eyes, her upset ones now going in a flash of hostility. She kept her wand fixed on Kit and with a breath, a jet flashed from it. A year ago she couldn't have done anything like this. In fact, a /month/ ago she probably couldn't
"Crucio!" She growled.
Her black top with loose sleeves draped down, her black trousers were mucky with both dirt and traces of blood. Her nails were painted black and her lip were similar.
A cold laugh filled her lungs. This was for the protection of her children.[/green]
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Nov 23, 2007 22:44:12 GMT
"Never trust a human, all they'll do is betray and hurt you." The voice of her alpha and friend from so many years ago flashed threw her mind as Kit saw Billie get ready to cast another spell. She use to think he was wrong, despite the amount of times proof was shove in her face, this time, she accepted that he was right. The snarling howl that followed may have made most people think the moon was rising and she was transforming, but there was no full moon that night. The cold look that belonged to the murderous beast glazed over her eyes. This human, this scrawny little human was attacking her, causing pain that felt like she was shifting form and back all at once.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Nov 23, 2007 23:00:57 GMT
[green]She gained more confidence as the seconds passed. "So wolfy, think that attacking me was a smart idea? I'm not a push over anymore"
With the words 'push over' she strengthened the curse. A smirk appeared across her face.
She kept on whispering that it was for her children's good. That was the only thing keeping her going, her childrens welfare.
"Sectusempra"[/b]Another spell emitted from her wand, for a Vegan like her this was pretty god. Vegans weren't really known for attacking werewolves.[/green]
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Nov 23, 2007 23:20:44 GMT
Something snapped in Kit's head, screw being nice to humans, they were meat, prey that could think, that was all. Convinced that someone had just thrown her into a vat of molten silver, lashing out would have been pointless and so, she simply tore into her own flesh with the claw like nails. Now bleeding from both her own rage and the lasserations caused by Billies spell, the werewolf felt the skin knit back together while blood ran down her body, dripping from her hair. "Kill you!" She snarled, the words mingled in with the bestial roar of pain. Kit didn't care anymore, she wanted to tear this human's flesh into pieces while her heart still pumped blood into it, to rip her throat out. But most of all, Midnight wanted to murder the human.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Nov 24, 2007 15:30:25 GMT
[green]Part of her couldn't believing she was doing this, but an even bigger part convinced her that she was doin good. She flung the beast onto the ground against, slaming it against the hard rock like flooring of the forest. Cutting would be no use, this was a werewolf after all. Just like Chris had done, she conjured up silver chains around her wrists and ankles, but also around her neck. The only difference, it'd be a long time until these were taken off.
She put her wand down to a leave next to Kit. "Incendio" She whispered, got up and turned on her heel.
"See you wolfy."[/green]
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Nov 25, 2007 0:53:29 GMT
Twisting with ease, Midnight landed on her feet, fresh scars on her skin and across her face. "Your skull will make a good warning to other prey, human." She snarled softly, getting her breath back to leap and attack, snarling in rage as once more, silver came in contact with her skin. Smoke rising from her neck, she lashed out with the same claw like nails that were still slick with her own blood. Now immensely grateful for not removing the bandages around her wrists and her high new rock boots that protected the skin there. The chain around her neck was threatening to cut off the blood supply and air ways. Tearing at it made no difference, she couldn't touch it with her fingers. Forcing herself to remain remotely calm, the werewolf tore off bits of her shirt and tore the chains off that way.
Placing one booted foot on the beginnings of the forest fire, the werewolf smothered the fire, what little burns she received from that quickly healed, unlike the bloody mess that was Midnight's neck oozed the crimson liquid for a while. That was definitely going to leave a scar. The human was gone by the scent, growling in anger, Midnight disposed of the rest of the chains and crept back to her den, full of rage and a lust for revenge.
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