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Post by Caius Reppert on Jan 18, 2010 6:22:18 GMT
::Upon the she-werewolf jumping out towards him, he put up his wand hand in Defence. Of course he wasn't going to attack unless necessary, he just wanted to prove that he was ready to fight, should any of them attack.::
::Smirks while slowly walking back around to where he was able to stand by Daisy again:: Of course. What would you like me to call him? Surely you could hunt somewhere better or someone better.
::points to behind him towards the hill that a certain man was camping out. Caius had noticed him upon walking up towards the group.::
That man camping... He seems to be a tastier treat. More meat on his bones I guess you could say. You know the meatier the person, the saltier it tastes.
::He had hoped he was slowly changing his mind. If he were a werewolf it would have changed his mind.::
Wouldn't it be fun to catch your dinner without them knowing they were dinner? I could help you catch him... if you let the girl go...
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Post by Fenrir Greyback on Jan 19, 2010 3:26:28 GMT
*Snarls as the wizard approaches them, lips curling back with disgust at his first name being tossed about so casually. He blinks, and the conversation continues, ending with the wizard prattling on about the different tastes of meat depending on the person. Well, obviously that's true, but he doesn't care.*
You've eaten your fellow wizards then, pup? For some reason, I'm not believing you.
*Licks his lips, watching the witch instead of the wizard.*
It's more fun to catch a dinner that's trying to run, because I do love the chase. You think you can my mind, hm? Think again-
*Growls, slowly starting to crouch down lower.*
-but either way, I'd back away if I were you.
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Jan 19, 2010 5:32:29 GMT
*A gasp came from Daisy as she saw one of the males turn into a wolf and dart for her. She yelped and scrambled backwards, but to no avail, he made it behind her and snagged her wand, darting away with it.*
Hey!
*She cried out shakily to the werewolf who offered the wand to the one the two called Alpha... She would watch him once again, gentle brown eyes full of fear and uncertainty, though she tried hard to inject courage into them. She would hold her ground for the time being. She couldn't go anywhere now that they had her wand... And yet... Soon enough a hand on her back made her jump with a yelp, though as she heard Caius' voice she gasped and breathed out a sigh of relief in the form of his name.*
Caius... What are you doing here...?
*She glanced to each of the ones nearby until the female suddenly pushed in between them. Daisy would jump back in surprise, shivering in uncertainty. She soon understood what the intentions of these people were... To them... She was a midnight snack... Well this didn't bode well for her, or Caius either if he seemed so determined to get in their way... She shivered a little, suddenly terrified for Caius' sake as well. But she watched as he made his way back over to her and she would gravitate toward him instinctively, and yet she drew back when she heard Fenrir and watched his movements.*
Please no...
*She gulped slightly and lookd to him.*
Please now... Alpha... For that is what they call you... I'd do nothing to fill your stomachs, nor those of your friends here. Please let Caius and myself go...
*She trembled slightly but projected a humble strength before finishing the words with a humble bow of her head, though her whole form quaked. She always did admire werewolves in general... She sometimes dreamed of what it would be like to be one... Strong and swift... She got close in her animagus as it was canine in design, though she had longed for a wolf... But she had gotten close... She bit her lip and wouldn't look up, listening for reactions instead for the time being.*
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Post by Caius Reppert on Jan 19, 2010 5:54:00 GMT
::Caius noticed that Fenrir was definitely not buying the meat taste thing::
No sir. I have not tasted one of my own, but isn't it a known fact that bigger people are tastier? She's so small... and... well... not meaty at all.
::Caius grabbed Daisy's hand, and gave it a squeeze to let her know that it was almost over. He could feel her shaking from fear, and although he was just as terrified, he showed no signs of it. Fenrir told him to back away and that was exactly what he was going to do.::
Back away you say? Certainly...
::as he slowly backed away, it caused Daisy to do so too. Caius quickly thought of a place to be, and the duo apparated with a crack. The last thing he saw were the wolves lunging themselves at them, but with his adrenaline pumping so fast, he couldn't tell if they had injured him or not. At least they were safe. At least Daisy was safe.::
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Post by Magdelena on Mar 23, 2010 2:09:32 GMT
*Maggie didn't lunge as the two Apparated, her grin was wolfish under the moon light. She loved the scent of fear they left behind and while the hunt was disappointingly short...the scents of both were in her nostrils and she would never forget them.*
This only makes the hunt longer...more interesting.
*Those black eyes turned lazily towards the man on an opposing hill and licked at her upper lip. Like many in Fenrir's pack, Maggie took to the taste of human flesh and the curse of werewolf venom within her. Craving meat. The more consumed the more desired.*
*Maggie lowered her frame down and took the wand from her packmate's jaws carefully before tossing it to Fenrir; knowing full well that their Alpha loved to break the magic sticks. Grabbing her Gerwulf's ear and giving it a playful tug as she rose to her feet once more.*
Should we try for the other? I've not eaten today.
*Her eyes turned to Fenrir and became almost adoring as well as pleading. She wouldn't hunt unless he'd made allowance to do so, anything done without His say so was a breach of Pack Law.*
Alpha?
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Jan 23, 2011 22:35:32 GMT
It had been quite a while since the night she had run into the trio of werewolves in the Meadow... The fear of them had kept her away from the place since that time, but this was still her Favourite place to be. She had spent the day out window shopping, having found the need to get away from the shop and to think, so now here she was walking through Hogsmede.
Too many times that day she ran into people she recognized so finally sometime during that day she had turned into her dog form. She thought that would keep people away, but she found children running up to pet her... Idiots... What if she were a mean dog? But she allowed for it before moving on. The petting and squeals of the children lightened her mood considerably, but she continued up toward Top Meadow.
It was getting on toward evening time... But the Meadow couldn't be dangerous could it? She sighed as she trotted up through the game into the grassy area, glancing around with some warriness. No one was in sight so she shifted back to her human form and smiled, drawing in the cool air. It refreshed her and she stood there near the center of the beautiful meadow. Ah here she could be at peace... It was beautiful and tranquil here... A place to think... A place to be alone... Yea right. Then again perhaps company wouldn't be bad if it didn't confuse her so terribly... Yet for now she enjoyed the tranquility of the moment.
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Feb 9, 2011 14:19:41 GMT
After the Attack on St. Mungoes, Juliette was not in the mood for any more surprises. She decided to take a trip to Hogsmeade and visit the meadow. Drawing a blanket from her bag she decided to lay down for a while. But her peace and quiet was disrupted when she heard someone rustling about behind her. Sitting up straight she grabbed for her wand, looking around and seeing nothing.
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Post by Gilderoy Lockhart on Feb 9, 2011 14:49:22 GMT
Compostus Fernigullis!
*He tripped and stumbled as he fell out of the bush that he had been crouching in. A few of the branches were reaching out and entwining themselves around his leg, much to his surprise.*
Ah! I wanted fruit! Fruit!
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Feb 11, 2011 4:51:40 GMT
The solitude of the moment did not last long before she heard others coming into the meadow. She turned around, and headed over a little ways before seeing Juliette and Gilderoy. She grinned a little at the two and shook her head a little. She didn't really feel like visiting with anyone...
So how exactly was her new plan any better? She planned on going over to the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer. She waved to the two with a smile, now close enough. "Evening Juliette... Evening Gilderoy." And with that she would walk towards the gate. "I was just passing through. I'll see you both later yea?" And with that the girl headed out. She didn't mean to be rude, just had a lot on her mind...
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Post by Gilderoy Lockhart on Feb 11, 2011 10:38:10 GMT
*He gave Daisy a wave as he struggled to unravel the branches from his foot, attempting to make out that it was nothing out of the ordinary. He recognised as her as the girl he had met in Diagon Alley some time ago, but he had forgotten her name, or even how they had met. Something about a book signing? Must have been. He was very famous after all.*
*He also noticed Juliette, whom he had not realised was sitting there as he fought the bush. He tried to subtly kick it away hoping that she would not notice.*
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Feb 11, 2011 17:41:48 GMT
Her eyes opened wide. This was not what she needed after the past few days she had had. She smiled and got to her feet. Giggling lightly as he tried to regain his composure and kicked the brush aside.
"My my...Mr. Lockheart as I live and breathe."
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Post by Gilderoy Lockhart on Feb 12, 2011 14:41:24 GMT
*He was perfectly used to being recognised, and could only assume that the witch was a fan.*
Tis true, I do stand before you haha.
*The branch grew tighter around his ankle, beginning to pinch a little painfully.*
Excuse me, my dear.
*He flicked his wand in the direction of the bush and exclaimed.*
Reductorum Compostum!
*A yellow light flashed from the end of his wand, and a sudden explosion burst from the centre of it. Lockhart was flung into the air spinning rapidly before falling and landing awkwardly a few metres away. The bush thankfully was burnt away by the blast.*
*Lockhart sat up and shook his head to regain composition, before brushing his hand through his hair to straighten it. A little confused his eyes darted around.*
Ah yes... exactly the way I planned. Unfortunately the situation could only be resolved by drastic measure. Luckily for me, that I am indeed me.
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Post by Gilderoy Lockhart on Mar 23, 2011 16:32:15 GMT
Lockharts Lucky Escape*Having just narrowly escaped some forgotten foe, he decided it was indeed time to pack up and leave. His encampment was a little bit of a mess, but he was sure that he could handle it.* *With a flick of his wand, he intended to pack his tent and belongings in his magically extended carry case.* *Something did not quite work, and poles were left sticking out of it awkwardly.* *There was no time to try and fix it though. He had to leave immediately.* *Shoving it under his arm, he ran from the field, not sure where he would end up next.*
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Post by Gilderoy Lockhart on May 14, 2011 22:04:38 GMT
**************** *He returned to the Meadow a few days after leaving, having been invited to meet a fan.* *At least he thought it was a fan, in fact he had asked for her help, but due to his addled memory, he had forgotten that part completely.* |
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Nov 19, 2011 5:54:10 GMT
(My word my word, I'm sorry! I completely forgot about this. I'll post now... If it still applies that is, if not I'll just have this be an isolated event, and redo my post. Lol  Daisy had quite a bit on her mind. But she was determined to help out in any way she could. Gilderoy was afraid and maybe a little deranged... The best place for him to be was at St. Mungo's surely. Well maybe he would listen to her... At least that was her plan and her hope. She had just finished passing letters back and forth with the man for a time and now she headed to the Top Meadow in Hogsmede to meet him as per their agreement. She hoped he would show... And yet as she made her way up it seemed it was she that was running late. Daisy gave a large, warm, and comforting smile, even if it was rather forced. "Good evening Gilderoy... I hope you are well?" |
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