Under the Moonlight {Fenrir, Magdelena}[2]

[Fenrir Greyback]

*Twists his expression into one of disgust and reaches out to toy with Daphne's long, blonde hair.*

How pathetic. She's a little witch, isn't she? What good will she be when the Dark Lord strikes? Don't worry about the little chit, she'll-

*Pauses, wondering what the blasted sound is that's coming from the alley entrance. He takes a deep breath, sniffing the night air as he realizes someone else has stumbled into their conversation.*

-be taken care of, I'll see to it personally.

*Narrows his eyes at the witch, fully aware of the manic glint that's taken them over. He growls threateningly, just loud enough for Daphne and Magdelena to hear*

One word...

*Doesn't bother to add*

_{And I'll kill you.}

[Magdelena]

*Too many things alert Maggie at once, she falls back into the shadows at the feel of tension suddenly rippling through her Alpha. The glory of being a werewolf is that your senses are far more attuned, and Fenrir practically raised her. She knows better.*

*She only nods once to Fenrir, watching him carefully from her peripheral vision, all he has to do is motion for her to move and she'll move. Trained to work as a pack, as a single hunting unit without even a whisper to the other; hunting from body language alone.*

*Her senses sharpen at the sudden thrum of adrenaline in her system. They were hunting now, the promise of a kill...of a meal singing in her blood as heat prickles down her back.*

[scarlet]

*Thinks: Oh Salazar Slytherin. I am going to die!*

*Hurriedly ties her hair into a ponytail, so the smell wouldn't go as far as she wished.* *Grasps her locket, the one with her and Daphne's picture in it, and closes her eyes as she sighs.*

*Sees another shadow and almost gasps as she sees yet another person- sniffing the air. She couldn't be another Werewolfe...OH no!*

*Shrinks behind the corner, and then clasps her wand tightly in her hand, eyes wide and worried.*

[Daphne Greengrass]

*She nods shakily at Fenrir's implied threat, chancing a glance behind the wolves to the disturbance they both seem to have sensed. She sees nothing; whomever it was has hidden well. As a witch, her senses are nowhere near as sharp as Fenrir's or Magdelena's, and she resolves to wait until the newcomer makes his-or-herself known.*

*She gulps and watches the scene unfold, her back to the wall.*

[Fenrir Greyback]

*Nods at Daphne's silent response, not even needing to look to see that Magdelena's followed his orders as well. Still as a statue he grins wickedly, hairs on the back of his neck rising as whomever is hiding metaphorically dances their self into his grasp.*

Come out, come out- wherever you are!

*His deceivingly civil command rumbles deeply from his chest and he turns ever-so slightly to look at Magdelena. If the witch or wizard in the shadows chooses to run, he wants her to be the one drag them back- preferably kicking and screaming. Fenrir wasn't lying when he said she likes to play with her food, but so does he.*

[Magdelena]

*He turned her way and it was all Magdelena needed to see. Her figure seemingly melting into the shadows as if she were born of them as she moves to an alcove nearer the entrance to the alley they occupied. Black eyes gleaming as she seeks a sight of the one foolish enough to disturb the games of her Alpha.*

*Crouched and tense, she was ready to move at the slightest hints of escape. Honestly, the only chance the person had was to escape through smoke, Apparate is what Fenrir called it once. Maggie was fast, but not that fast. Her body humming with coiled tension, waiting to spring.*

[scarlet]

*Jumps at the sudden command, her hand flies to the nape of her neck in surprise and takes some deep breaths*

*Thinks: What have I gotten myself into?!?*

*Shakily grasps her wand tighter, and sees them sniffing the air; eyes widen in shock as she realizes that it IS indeed Magdelena and Fenrir, the two most vicious Werwolves that she had heard about*

[Daphne Greengrass]

*Her eyes flick back and forth between her captors as she waits for the inevitable- the exposure of the newcomer. Her pulse racing, she remains silent in an attempt to remain in one piece.*

[Fenrir Greyback]

*Frowns slightly at the lack of response and calls out for the last time, his growl noticeably rougher and harsher than before.*

Didn't you hear me, precious? I said-

*Looks up into the night sky, praying to the moon whoever was hiding hadn't died of shock already.*

-come out!

*Maliciously whispers loud enough for the one in hiding to hear*

_{I know you're here, don't make me find you.}

[Magdelena]

*Maggie remains motionless. She was to make sure there was no escape, not to interfere with the game. The sound of her Alpha's voice does bring a slight grin to her lips, however.*

*She hears it, Astoria's deep breaths and fear. A shift, mostly to signal to Fenrir that she's targeted the prey at hand.*

*Faster than humans or wizards, Maggie lunges forward with a quick swiping attack. Not meant to even draw blood, but to snatch the wand from the witch's hand and grapple an arm around her midsection.*

Should have come out willingly when you had the chance, witch.

*If Magdelena is successful in grabbing the wand away and getting an arm around Astoria's stomach, she'll grab a handful of hair after tucking the wand into the back of her pants and move forward towards her Alpha, Growling deeply in her chest.*

[Daphne Greengrass]

*Watches Magdelena attack, her eyes wide with horror, hoping against hope that she hasn't injured- or worse- whomever is lurking in the shadows. She still can't see who it is, and cranes her neck around Fenrir instinctively to get a better look.*

[scarlet]

*Lets out a little peep as she is held by her stomach, her wand taken by the vicious Werewolfe* Let me GO! I haven't done anything to you! *Tries to kick Magdalena, but fails as she flails harshly*

Daphne? *Looks at her sister to make sure she was all right and comes to glare at the two, even though she is sure they can smell her fear*

[Daphne Greengrass]

*Her eyes bug out of her head as the figure comes into view, revealed to be none other than her sister. She speaks in a whisper, unable to force anything more out.*

_{A-Astoria? What in Merlin's name are you doing?}

*She watches Magdelena's harsh handling of Astoria, and winces, addressing the female werewolf against her better judgment. She forces a bit of strength into her voice, and hopes the wolves don't call her bluff.*

Let her go. Let her go now. If you don't, I swear I'll... you will regret it.