Breaking Point NPC Journal (breaking_npcs) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-09-04 21:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 09, npc: werewolf |
RP: Attack
Who: NPC Werewolf pack, NPC wizarding family
Where: Mould-on-the-Wold
When: September 4, 2024 (after sunset)
Rating/Warnings: NC-17/Death, torture, killing of children, implied possible rape of a minor while in wolf form…
Summary: The rogue pack attacks again – this time their target is a wizard family.
Status: Complete
He’d been staking out their pray for three days, hidden amongst a group of trees that stood on a hill overlooking the house that lay a bit outside the village. There were four pray this time; two adults, a small boy and an older girl, just shy of Hogwarts. She would learn the full extent of his pack’s power tonight, and then she’d be turned into one of them. The rest would be killed.
The orders had gone out to the pack in advance, which of course was no use once they’d turned. They would, however, always follow their alpha, and as he’d made arrangements to acquire wolfsbane, he would keep his mind and be able to show them what to do. The structure lay in the very core of them, and he was certain his pack would obey his lead, even if they could not remember his plan.
Watching the sun set slowly behind a ridge, they waited, clothes already shed, until they could all feel the pull of the moon. A short while later the air was filled with screams that turned into howls which in turn shifted into one single howl as they all howled in union, celebrating the moon.
The family in the house stirred. There was movement behind the windows, curtains was being pulled away as they tried to peer outside. A window opened as the father tried to see better. It was a bad move on his part. The moment the window opened, the scent hit the pack – blood, red hot human blood. It called to them, urged them, and as if commanded, the wolves moved as one, setting off for the house in a sprint.
If the man had time to close the window or not was impossible to tell, too soon seven full grown wolves crashed through not only the window that had been opened, but the closed ones next to it as well. Glass scattered and fell, screams of terror filled the air, and the scent of blood became ever more present when he, their alpha, gave his permission to carnage by ripping the throat off the father he’d knocked to the ground. In a hungry frenzy the pack licked and nipped and ate of the dead man, the wife and children momentarily forgotten. If they thought they were forgotten for long though, they were mistaken.
A strong scent of urine filled the air, making him look up to see the family. His pack was still eating, but he did not need them now. Instead he watched alone as the family tried to edge their way out of the room. The boy’s robes were sullied and his eyes were filled of terror. The daughter cried and had buried her head in the crock of her mother’s neck. The mother herself was holding a wand, her hand shaking violently as she aimed it at him, her arm in a strange angle as she tried to protect her son with it at the same time. She was backing them away trying to make an escape. If a wolf could smile, he did, then he growled, a low rumbling noise just before he moved.
They had no time to get away, to reach the door before he was in front of it. They screamed again, jumped and tried to look for another way to keep themselves safe. The boy was so scared he could hardly stand. His mother was keeping him upright by the sheer power of her will.
How stupid of her. She might have had half a chance to make a run for it herself if she’d left her children behind. He’d never understand parents, they were so sentimental.
Without warning this time, he pounced on them, gaining his pack’s attention as his jaw snapped shut around the girl’s shoulder, prying her from her struggling mother. The woman screamed, fighting to keep a hold of her daughter, while still not letting go of her son. He felt the first hex hit him, then a second, but the woman couldn’t aim and still keep a hold of her children and she was helpless as he pulled the girl from her arms. Even more helpless when another of the pack snapped her right hand off, swallowing it whole and leaving the broken wand she’d held on the floor.
His jaws still clenched around the girl’s shoulder, he pulled her to the pack, then started licking the wound, making sure it was as infected as it could be. Before long the pack was following him, sharp teeth tearing the child’s skin, but not so badly as to kill her. He did not look at what else they did to the girl as he left them to play with their new toy. They were somewhat filled up on the father and would not harm her lethally unless something went wrong. The girl screamed with pain, the mother screamed in terror, now clutching at the child she had left to protect, covering him with her own body as he advanced on them.
He did not hurry. Instead he started to lazily feed of her leg while she was still screaming. Behind him he could still hear the screams of the girl as his wolves asserted their dominance. One by one as they were done they came up to the woman, and they too started feeding off her still living body, until there was no more life in her, her son trapped beneath her as she slowly died.
He’d stopped screaming when they pulled the dead form of the woman off him, his eyes glazed over, his thumb in his mouth and a hand covering his ear. He was not present anymore, and left alive he’d never recover. He pondered torturing him so, but decided there was no point. With a single motion he snapped his jaws around the boy’s head and crushed his skull. He licked the brain off his muzzle before turning back to the barely conscious girl.
With almost tired movements, he walked over to her. She was bleeding, from more than one wound, though none of them were very deep save for the one in her shoulder. Her robes were long since torn to shreds but she was too hurt to try to cover her naked form. He licked her once more, then grabbed her by the shoulder again and dragged her with him out into the hallway. Wolfsbane was a wonderful thing when it allowed you to keep your mind, he pondered, dropping her onto the floor as he stood on his hindlegs and used his jaws to unlock the door. A push later and it was open. He grabbed the girl again, and ran with her – away from the house, away from the scene. Behind him, he could hear his pack follow, the seven of them running from the house. Tomorrow, Aurors would be swarming the scene, and they needed to be far gone by then.