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Post by anton on Dec 18, 2010 18:38:57 GMT -5
The task was assigned, and he sighed heavily in the mist of the night air. It was fairly easy for him to remove himself from the quiet of the school. He had been doing it every night for the past three weeks on his midnight search. Tonight, however, he knew exactly where he was going to go. He had found his prey, and his task would soon come to an end. The smirk on his face reflected the darkness he felt in his heart at that moment. Anton moved past the Quidditch pitch, and on toward the dark of the woods beyond.
He had strict orders, but the means to complete the task had been left up to him. The only request: Do not get caught. Anton did not think this would be a problem. He knew the woods fairly well from all his midnight excursions out into the forbidden areas. He thought he might even know some routes that the old caretaker might not even know. Surely he hoped he did, given that he might need said routes to make a hasty escape. The smirk moved off his lips as his eyes grew cold and serious. Anton stepped into the opening of the woods.
With one swift movement of his arm, Anton's wand was at the read. He dared no light, just in case certain eyes were watching. He moved silently through the underbrush and soon found the small clearing he had discovered the night before. Sure enough the target was before him, back turned nonetheless. His heart seemed to pick up a heavy rhythm in his chest as his eyes narrowed. Anton pointed the wand, aiming sharply at the back of his prey, but he would not kill anyone who was not facing him. It was his rule. Anton liked for them to know it was coming, and from whom was making the delivery. His lips parted from his evil smirk, his voice rushed out cold as the night's air, and Anton made a greetings. "Well now, found at last, so you are. Might you be willing to turn around for a moment. I will be sure to make this brief."
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Post by drake on Dec 18, 2010 18:57:07 GMT -5
Noah noticed him almost immediately. As Headboy of Hogwart's Noah was often out past nightfall to do patrols. Sadly, on this night, Noah was alone on the grounds beside the Great Hall. He did not mind being alone, but sometimes he had to admit it got rather boring. He had held more conversations with ghosts this term than he had ever in his entire time spent in the large castle. He sighed, but these thoughts were well past him now. His eyes were watching the form creep across the trail and down the small path that led to the woods. Noah cursed under his breath and began to follow.
He was used to sneaking around; he had earned the most detentions in the history of the school by knowing which direction to hide, and which not to hide. Becoming the Headboy was a small joke to him. However, since he had met Tuesday, he began to take things a bit more seriously. Still, all thoughts aside, Noah was happy that he did not how to hide in shadows and trail others. After all, this was what he intended to do with the rest of his life as a Bounty Hunter among the muggles. He slipped into the shadows that surrounded one of the tall bleachers on the pitch and watched the figure move into the forest without hesitation. Noah sped up his trailing, and reached for his own wand.
He did his best to remain quiet as possible. This was not hard considering he had trained his body to react to a situation exactly like this. He moved with the form in front of him, often following only be the movement of the other's robes. The colors were dark, but Noah recognized Slytherin house robes. He caught a brief glimpse of the person stalking through the forest, and knew it was Anton Moody. Noah inhaled when Anton stopped, and saw a form standing in the center of the clearing. Noah's eyes narrowed, and he aimed his wand at Anton's back as the Slytherin began to speak. Tonight was not going to be a good night, at all.
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Post by silver on Dec 19, 2010 6:49:08 GMT -5
He feels so free as he moves through the forest, his hooves bouncing off the dirt ground as he prances into the small trail that leads toward the large castle beyond the trees. His eyes peer through the mist as he dances into a clearing. With a stretch his shape shifts into human form. Silver smiles at the moon above, and lifts his arms over his head. He is well relaxed, his mind is on his previous run, and he never expects anything else to happen this night. Lord, was he wrong.
His ears perk slightly as he hears the foot steps. His heart take a small leap knowing he is far away from the centaur encampment and the safety it offers. Silver knows well the type of creatures that can appear within the shadows of the woods. He inhales as he hears another footfall, and the snapping of a twig. He moves to the shadows and peers into the darkness, not positive what might be lurking.
His hand moves down to his pants, and finds the pocket is empty. He closes his eyes and taps his forehead with his hand. How could he have been so stupid. Basic survival in the woods require the use of a wand, the only weapon he could have to fight the darkness. Silver thought he might have to transform back into his chestnut colored stallion form to fight, or run away. Then he heard the sharp words, he opened his eyes, and spun around. Silver was not prepared for what happened next.
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Post by tdruidristan on Dec 19, 2010 7:09:22 GMT -5
Why? Why is it when time needs to change, and Tibbles can run from this dreaded place... why is it he remains? Is it because of the promises the pretty girl made him, the ones of cheese, and food, and warm places to remain?
Do not be a bloody fool you. There is not hope for you here. It is more than time to flee, get the fuck out while we are still alive. Come on with you, let's go now. No bloody cunt is ever going to love you anyway. You are pointless, worthless, weak.
I AM NOT WEAK!
That there! See that? That in itself is a weak statement. Strong people do not feel a burning need to prove they are not weak unless there is some sort of mental deficiency in their mind somewhere. You are weak, now let's go. These woods are no longer fucking safe for us.
Mr. Tibbles will not leave her, nor his home. He likes it here, they can not find him here, and life could be good.
Oh you fucking manic-depressive motherfucker. You know what they will do to us, once we are found? You know what lays beyond that golden wall of comfort you are trying to place around yourself. It is all a lie. You are too damn stupid to see it, and we will pay the fucking price for this mistake. What the hell is wrong with you?
The small rat moved to the center of the clearing, his ears twitching as he thought he heard approaching hooves, but then dismissed it as hunting centaurs. The small creature sniffed the night air, turned on the spot, and stretched his arms out in front of him now in his short human form. The mist surrounded him like a small cloud of haze. His deep red eyes pierced the night as he looked toward the deep woods. Freedom was on the other side, he could escape into the mountains and leave the country.
Still other thoughts kept him from leaving. Tristan sighed heavily, and moved his wand from his pocket. He lit the light and then heard the sharp breaking of a twig. A sinister voice moved through the night air to land on his sensitive ears. His lips moved to show the sharp, white teeth inside his crooked mouth as he smiled. His eyes narrowed, and his heart slowed down. Ice poured through his veins as he tilted his head.
"Well now, what is this then? Time for some... play?"
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Post by anton on Dec 19, 2010 7:20:30 GMT -5
His lips move into a sharp sneer as the darkness seems to open before him. His wand is steady, and his heart relaxes as he sees his target clearly. Anton does not waver, but only waits for the reply. He expects something clever, something challenging, and is not disappointed. He moves into the light, his eyes resting on the form in front of him. His mouth moves, and a smirk dances across his face. Anton can feel the pleasure, and confidence well in him and over flow into his very soul. He was made for this, this very moment was molded to fit exactly who he is. He wanted to relish the moment, but knew the danger he faced. Although he was confident, he would not take it lightly.
Anton took a step forward, wand at the ready. "You thought you would not be found? You thought they would not send someone to deal with you sooner or later? You know it was only a matter of when and where. Alas, your time is short, and it ends here tonight. My master will be so pleased." His lips moved and the last line stretched out like a hiss. His dark eyes crawled over his victim, and Anton was thrilled to know that this moment was almost his. His mouth began to move, but he did not speak.
Anton's brows raised, and his eyes reflected a sudden fear. It was as if something had struck him speechless, rendering his next spell useless. His heart lurched in his chest, and he almost stumbled to his left. However, he was made of darker stuff than this. He sneered, lifted his wand again, and thought of the first nonverbal he had learned. Anton would not be defeated this easily.
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Post by drake on Dec 19, 2010 7:31:50 GMT -5
Noah inhaled as he heard the words. His eyes grew wide, and he knew something wrong was going to happen in a short amount of time. He did not have a moment to think and react. His mind raced for a mere second, his wand lifted, and he whispered the word, "Silencio!" It appeared the the curse worked as Anton did not speak the spell he was preparing to cast. Noah stepped forward wanting to catch a glimpse of the person in front of Anton.
In Noah's mind he had just saved someone's life. Now he needed to move and unarm Anton before he went through with whatever dark plans he had in store for the victim. Noah moved quickly, made for this type of action, and the frozen in place as something completely unthinkable happened. Before he could blink there was a streak of dark light, that was all Noah could see. He bounced back, then sprung forward. The small dirty form danced to the side as if he was moving away from someone one other than Anton. Noah glanced to the side, and saw the tear in the brush as the forest seemed to open up in front of him.
The small form laughed and aimed his want at Anton, and then the world went black. Noah had time to see two massive hooves moving through the dark where the small man had been standing, and where Noah was currently. The hooves hit Noah in the forehead, sending sharp, bright stars dancing into his vision. Noah felt the ground catch him, knocking the air from his lungs. Warm liquid trickled down his face, and forehead. It pooled in one of his ears, and all he could hear was a loud ringing in his head. There was a screaming sound, and rush of air as something landed on him, and then Noah knew no more.
His final thought before the night folded over him, one single word that would have broken the heart of the one he spoke it to, one name... sent to the one he loved the most. "Tuesday." And the darkness claimed his vision.
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Post by silver on Dec 19, 2010 7:42:44 GMT -5
Silver had to move fast. He had seen the second boy lift a wand to the other, and glanced to the small man in the center of the opening. He sniffed the air and knew there would be trouble soon. Silver, remaining wandless, could only shift into his large horse form. His frame shimmered in the night mist as he moved into the opening in full stallion form. His eyes were locked on the small man, knowing he was the most dangerous of the three he faced. He charged forward and lifted his hooves in the air. The man moved with a speed that Silver had not expected. He felt his own hooves crash into the taller of the men. Silver had not expected the man to move forward, and the two clashed with a sickening thud. Silver watched the man fall to the ground with two deep wounds to the front of his head.
Silver inhaled, and made a loud noise through his nostrils. He did not have time to turn before the second man's curse ripped through the air, and thudded into the horse's wide chest. Silver tried to move away, but he could not help the motion of his fall as he landed on the wounded man. In horse form he would have crushed the man, but he had sense of mind to transform in mid fall. Silver landed on him, and reached for his wand. Blood splashed up covering both the fallen, but Silver had little time to think of this at the moment.
He twisted on the spot, trust his wand out, and prepared to make little use of his intended target. Sadly, this night seemed to be a curse in itself, and nothing was going the way he expected. His spell was blocked, and his wand was sent flying through the air. Silver looked it's way, and began to crawl through the pooling blood in search of the weapon. He was lucky his eyes were sharp, he had the weapon in hand in short time. He turned to see the two other men facing off, the shorter one laughing like a loon.
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Post by tdruidristan on Dec 19, 2010 7:50:36 GMT -5
It was almost too late, as he heard the noise behind him. The hoof beats on the dirty path was enough for him to know what was about to take place. He forgot his curse, and moved to the side. Another male seemed to have some other thought as he dashed forward. Tristan's eyes moved to the first man to threaten him, but the boy seemed to be unable to speak. A dark light moved from the man's wand, and Tristan watch it pass in front of the horse who moved through the brush. The horse had intended to strike him, but instead it crashed into the second figure. Tristan saw blood, and the figure fall to the ground. He lifted his wand, and sent a ball of electric at the horse. It burst on the large creatures frame, sending it toppling onto the fallen man.
Tristan laughed as the horse transformed into a small man, too skinny to be much danger. However, the man had lifted a wand, so Tristan had to disarm him. He was about to curse the horse man when the tongue locked boy jumped in front of him. His wand was raised, but he was unable to speak. Tristan tilted his head, and mocked the boy. This was who they had sent to kill him? This was the danger he was in? Tristan laughed, and motioned for the boy to come on with it.
"Is this it then? This is all they have sent? Two boys, and a pony? Really? I thought I had rose higher on their list than this. And here I had been in hiding for so long. No more, this ends tonight. Come on then... what? Cat got your tongue?" Tristan circled the man, his red eyes gleaming in the low light of the clearing. His lips were parted in a deadly sneer, his smile a reflection of his madness. His pointed teeth shone bright in the opening as he moved into a better position. He intended to kill all three of them, and disappear into the night. Mr. Tibbles would not be dying.
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Post by anton on Jan 3, 2011 16:54:53 GMT -5
End tell...
The fight drug on into the night, but it was not a long event. Anton ended up immobilizing Tristan, and then turning to drag the horse off the nosy Ravenclaw. He sighed, and moved Noah out of the forest, dragging him by his ankle. He felt for a pulse, and found Noah was not dead... yet. When he returned the horse was no where to be found. He saw blood, and broken brush and figured it had limped away. He would remember to come back and search for him again. Anton stood over the form of Tristan Druidstaff. His dark eyes crawled over the man, and he bent down to retrieve the wand. Anton smiled, and loudly used an unforgivable. Tristan Druidstaff was no more.
Anton returned to Noah, and smacked his face three times in fast progression. When the Ravenclaw's eyes opened slowly, Anton took his memory. Once he was happy that Noah would remember nothing else, he balled up his fist and slammed it home. Noah was knocked out again, a fresh cut on the side of his head. Anton could care less if he died or not, as long as there was no memories of this night. He smirked, and walked away from the fallen form of the school's Head Boy. Anton disappeared into the night.
Silver moved out from the shadows a short time later, and put a small potion to Noah's lips. He picked the Ravenclaw up in his strong arms, and moved swiftly across the grounds. He did not hesitate as he entered the school and moved up the stairs to the Hospital Wing. He had made it to the first floor landing when he spotted Anton leaning against the stair rail. Anton was smirking, his wand at the ready. He titled his head, and cursed Silver. The horse animagus did not have a second to protect himself. He fell back down the stairs, and Noah rolled down into a heap at the bottom. Anton made sure Silver would not remember the night, and then disappeared into the shadows leading down to the dungeons. He was finished with them, and left Noah Drake for dead.
It was not long before another student found the two broken and bloody forms on the stairs. He raised the alarm and called for help. Noah Drake was moved to the hospital wing, and Silver Moonlight was transported to a private room located in the school. After he was questioned, Silver was allowed to leave. The Headmaster knew where he could find Silver. Noah, however, remained unconscious, and laid in the hospital wing... where he remains at current time.
End story. Noah is in the Hospital Wing. Anton is going on like nothing ever happened. Silver is searching for signs of what occurred in the woods. And the end of the line has happened for Tristan Druidstaff. One of the Death Eater's enemies now lays dead in the Dark Woods, at the hands of Anton Moody.
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