Fenrir thinks you're pretty when you cry. (unmuzzled) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-08-15 04:07:00 |
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Fenrir hated being bored. It was one position that he avoided at all cost and he was glad to finally make something for himself to do. He didn't have a personal grudge - it wasn't as if he read magazines in whatever spare time he created for himself. But orders were orders and anyway, this was the sort of thing he did for fun. Wards tripped around him and he glanced at the rook of a building, rising in the sky. "Henry, with me," he growled. "Nina darling, you and Ms Bane here, you stick together. We clear a floor at a time until we run into someone. Feel free to toy a bit if you like, so long as they're dead when we leave." A familiar, vicious sort of smirk pulled at his lips and Fenrir paused at the door. He couldn't smell it, no silver as far as he could tell. But he wasn't all that interested in taking chances. Without another thought, he threw a broad shoulder into the door. It quivered on it's hinges, straining against the weight and force of this giant of a man. Twice more. Fenrir wasn't interested in stealth. Not in this instance. Henry was quite amused. It was not long ago that he had actually read the magazine that was made here, this was the man that had coined the oh so original name for the collective group of werewolves, hags, banshees and whatever else was in their little 'Dark Army'. Henry didn't really care to know - none of them bothered him much, apart from that batshit crazy hag who ate children that could spell better than her. She just kind of freaked him out a little. He cast a sideward glance at Nina. Darling, really? No matter though, because he was the one with her beloved Fenrir. He had to say, he hadn't actually seen Fenny in action, really. Not properly. He was quite looking forward to it, although the prospect of finding out his true strength threatened to intimidate him more than he already was intimidated, if that was even possible. The door burst open quite easily, and the young werewolf waited for somebody to enter. He had learnt not to be so eager. Nina looked at the now open door and raised an eyebrow as she waited for someone to walk in first. She didn't know enough about her companions to have a high level of trust - save Fenrir, of course, who she had already come to respect in her own way. For a flicker of a moment she wished that Charles had come along for this excursion, but that was no matter. When no one walked forward in the split second that Nina felt was courteous to wait, she decided that meant she could go right ahead. She already could tell that there was no one in the first room just yet, although she suspected that from the banging of the front door and the tripping of the wards, it was only a matter of time before someone came down to see what was the matter. "Oh, what a lovely home," she spoke aloud to herself, a smirk forming on her lips as she glanced around and back toward her companions. Maleficient was content to do anything, and go anywhere, that Fenrir commanded her to. He was ohsovery handsome, really, and so commanding, but above all of that he offered her freedom; Fenrir stood for rights, for a chance at life, and as a symbol of the change that she so desperately craved. There group was a ragtag group (or she would think it was one, if she understood the meaning of the term) but Fenrir was another entity in-and-of himself, and Maleficient would follow him blindly even if he lead her straight into the pits of hell. Luckily that was not the case, and he was leading them towards fresh victims (and while they may not be young and succulent and the best tasting things on earth, they were victims) and she nodded so heartily that her hair flopped out of the messy plait she'd attempted to wrap it in, making her look crazier than usual, if such a thing was even possible. She waited, twitching a bit in anticipation, as Nina took the first step inside of the house, and when it was her turn she nearly burst with excitement, doing everything in her (admittedly limited) power to not giggle excitedly and give them away. She could smell humans already, their unmistakable scent wafting through the house, and her stomach gave a small rumble in pleasure. Perfect. The Lovegoods were sound asleep in their bed, when they heard a loud quacking noise, which was the usual alert that his wards had been tripped. Xeno awoke lazily, and rubbed his eyes. He grabbed his wand and groaned at the quacking, "Finite incantatum," and the quacking stopped immediately. He noticed that his wife woke up as well. Planting a swift kiss on her forehead he said, "Nora, I'll be back darling. Probably the neighbor's cat or something. I'll go let it out." He slowly swung his legs off the bed and into his pair of fuzzy blue slippers. "Hopefully it didn't get stuck in the printing press again," he said as he heard a bang come from downstairs. With a sigh, Xeno went to investigate. Nora groaned and rolled over in bed. She did appreciate their rather unique wards, as they could rarely be confused for something else (Merlin forbid they should get a duck) but it was far too early for this. "M'kay," she murmured. Any other hour, and she might have been more upset about that damned cat and its unnatural ability to get through their wards and into the house. The loud bang from downstairs roused her a little more, and she rolled over again. It was only a minute or two later when she realized the noises downstairs had not subsided, and Xeno should have been back by now. She rubbed her eyes and rolled out of bed, throwing a robe on over her nightgown and sliding her feet into her fuzzy blue slippers (which were only distinguished from her husband's by the smaller size and the pompoms on top). Taking her wand from the bedside table, Nora headed downstairs to see what the delay was. [Fenrir & Henry vs Xeno] Xeno slowly made his way downstairs, sighing as he walked. That damn cat from next door always getting into everything. He just hoped it wouldn't take forever to catch the damn thing. With a roll of his eyes he muttered, "Lumos," and the tip of his wand illuminated. Finally, he was all the way downstairs, in the kitchen area, and as he held his wand high, he saw figures. Not a cat. People. And their door was hanging off it's hinges. He panicked. He didn't recognize the people, but they sure as hell didn't look friendly. So without thinking, he sent a reductor curse at two of the figures in his sightline. "Who are you?!" he shouted. Well that certainly hadn't taken very much effort. A smirk pulled at Fenrir's lips and he let out an amused snarl. If this man didn't know who he was yet, he would soon. The reductor hex flew past his ear and he barely flinched. The thick smell of fear invaded his nostrils and without further ado, he pounced, faster than a man his size should have been able to. He reached out, not to strike, but to grab, fingers scrambling for purchase. He'd always been horrible about playing with his food. Henry always preferred being able to put a face to a name, and this case was no different. So this was the editor of that loony magazine that had deemed their dysfunctional pack the Dark Army. Very - ah - witty, he thought. This man looked positively... ambiguous. He didn't look so eccentric as he appeared to be in his magazine, but he certainly looked too eccentric to fit in with a normal crowd of normal people. Something they had in common. He ducked out of the way of the spell sent their way, before whipping out his own wand. Yes, he should have had it out already but it looked as though it didn't even matter what with Fenrir just leaping onto the unsuspecting bloke like a... well, a wolf. He wasn't sure if he could send a spell without hitting Fenny, and so just sent a few tiny spells around wherever they were in the house to break things and cause general chaos. Battles with no noise were just awkward. Before Xeno really had time to process anything (the man had never been in battle before!) the first man lunged at him. He screamed and his wand made a loud banging noise. Xeno wasn't even sure if it hit, he was already on the ground. Things started breaking around him as the other man began blowing things up around his house. Suddenly his mind flashed to his wife. "NORA!" he screamed, his brain panicking. "GET OUT!" Her face floated in his mind, and the thought of her galavanized him. He shouted, "incendio," pointing his wand randomly at the man on top of him. Fenrir was far too busy with this wire thin man before him to be much bothered with what the rest of the pack was doing. For the moment, his mind was flooded with lupine bloodlust and he wasted little time. There was no reason to, after all. Pinned beneath him, this man had no chance. Or such was his thought process until white hot pain seared across his arm and he snarled his displeasure. Wizards and their wands. Fenrir only withdrew enough to get away from the flames before lashing out again. His fists pummelled down, lashing out and down and this time, he aimed for the wizard's wand hand, intent on breaking the very skeletal structure into useless splinters. Henry was very seriously considering taking a seat on the floor and just watching the battle unfold because he was certainly not a participating member of it, that was for sure. He didn't mind really though, better Fenny than him. After the last attack, he'd been hurt moderately and then the full moon came and undid any recovery that his body had done for him. He did not want the same thing to happen again, but he couldn't just let Fenrir just take him on by himself, right? He headed over to the two and stood above them both, poking his wand in Xenophilius' general direction and casting an Impedimenta at his struggling body so that he could pop in and grab his wand. He didn't stun his opponent fully merely because he didn't think Fenrir liked hunting things that couldn't move. If he was as skilled as Fenrir, he wouldn't either. The thrill of the chase and all that. Xeno tried to scramble away, but before he got anyway, fists rained down on him, and he felt bones break in his face and his wand hand. He shouted and tried to burn the man on top of him again, but suddenly everything slowed down. Or rather, everything he did slowed down, the fists were still pummeling him just as fast. The other man bent down close to him, but Xeno shouted "expulso," his words deeper and more slowed down. He couldn't more his hand fast enough, both because of the impediment jinx and the broken bones so he just gripped his wand and pointed it somewhere at the mass of limbs attacking him. Blinded by instinct, Fenrir couldn't pay attention to anything but the struggling beneath him. Bones snapping under his fists were both fulfilling and frustratingly dissatisfying. It was something, but it wasn't what he wanted. But before he could get his teeth around anything, he was being thrown backwards, quite literally across the room. Fenrir snarled in a dangerous combination of pain, surprise and anger as he landed in a pained heap against the opposite wall. As he drew another breath, pain shot through his chest and he very nearly whined. He spat out a mouthful of blood - his own, annoyingly enough - and snapped irritably at Henry. "Kill him." ... Oops. He would have giggled nervously and rubbed at his neck if these were any other circumstances and the person he was with wasn't so absolutely positively very much pissed off. His wand had been ready for quite the while by this point and so reflexes weren't a problem but he found himself wondering if he could even achieve the killing curse. It required hate and anger and rage and at the moment to be completely honest, he was none of these things. Sure - he could channel his frustrations into his wand but by that point he would've been killed and we certainly don't want that. He gave a salute, a sigh and a less-than-enthusiastic Avada Kedavra. He may also closed his eyes. Spur of the moment thing. Xeno watched in relief as the man on top of him went flying to the other side of the room. Still moving slowly, Xeno clumsily waved his wand at himself, and cast a nonverbal finite incantatem. Suddenly able to move freely again, he scrambled up as he heard the orders for his death. He was bleeding badly, but not down for the count. And he still needed to get to his wife, and he had no idea where she was or what was happening with her. As the younger man started the words of the killing curse, Xeno dove into another room, watching a rather weak green light streak past him. He poked his head out the door and sent another exploding hex at the young man. "NORA!" he shouted. He needed to get to his wife and get the hell out of here. [Nina & Malificient vs Nora (and Xeno, at the end!)] Nora crept carefully down the stairs. Most of the noise seemed to be coming from the ground floor, and her throat tightened as she whispered, "Lumos!" It was louder, the noise of things breaking escalating as she reached the first floor landing. She had only taken another step towards the ground floor when she heard Xeno's voice. "NORA! GET OUT!" Nora panicked, turning around and racing into the nearest room, her work room. Leaning her back against the wall, she closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing. What was happening? Something was going on downstairs with her husband, something bad, and as much as she hated to admit it, she knew he was right. She had to get out, now. She could find someone, bring them back to rescue him--the sound of something breaking much nearer than downstairs broke off her train of thought. Her eyes snapped open and she raised her wand. Unable to think of anything else, she sent a silent expelliarmus in the direction of the noise, then tried to focus long enough to apparate the hell out of there. Nina watched as the spell flew past her, just inches from hitting her. It was one of those moments that she really wished that she could do magic in this world, not just be one of those creatures, as the Ministry had deemed her long ago. Regardless of that thought, she smiled and followed the direction from which the spell had came. She could see the woman in the dark and she almost felt sorry for her - almost. "Dear, I really must compliment you on keeping such a lovely home," Nina said pleasantly, her smile allowing her fangs to shine in the moonlight as she continued to step toward Nora. "I feel just a bit of remorse of having been given the task to punish such a lovely decorator." Nora shuddered, swallowing around the lump in her throat as she edged along the wall, trying to move slowly as to not attract too much attention. Then there was nothing behind her back, and she was at the doorway. She considered turning and running downstairs, but the noise told her she'd be no safer there than she was here. She was almost prepared to run back upstairs and barricade herself in the bedroom, when the woman stepped forward, and Nora could see the glint of fangs in the moonlight. Her mind raced through the research she and Xeno had conducted for the last edition of the magazine. Sunlight, wood to the heart, what else? No matter what, this vampire was likely faster than she would ever be, and she sincerely doubted she could get far before she caught up with her. "Incendio!" she cried, hoping the light of the fire racing toward the creature would distract her as Nora dashed deeper into the room, keeping her back to the side wall as she neared her work table. Maleficient was of two minds when it came to fire - on the one hand, it terrified her, and she didn't want to turn into a charred, blackened crisp of a... hag. On the other, however, fire meant one could cook food (particularly babies) and even though she hadn't caught whiff of any children in the house, Maleficient was hardly one to turn her nose up at fresh flesh regardless of age. She gave a wheezy sort of giggle as the spell hurtled off to her right, towards the vampire (oh, did she admire their fangs!) as it was not putting her in danger, and it gave her the perfect distraction to scurry as quickly into the room as her squat little legs would allow her. "Oh!" she said, clapping her hands in delight as her gaze landed on the woman. "Pretty!" The prettier ones tended to be the tastier ones, and if she couldn't have a child for dinner, this was a close second. Nina was fast, but not quite fast enough. The fire singed just the edge of her dress as she jumped aside and out of the way of the spell. Her lips formed a tight line as she put the fire out - this really was one of her favorite dresses. "Now was that really necessary, dumpling?" she asked the woman, her voice sad and just a bit sorrowful. But at Maleficient's words, she couldn't help but smile. "She's right, dear. You are quite pretty. I think I would like a closer look, myself." And with that, she sprung toward the woman without another word. Nora couldn't smile at her small victory, because she knew it was no victory at all. She turned her head at the sound of another creature, and she cursed inwardly. There was no way this would end well, and she was no duelist. She shuddered at the way they talked about her, fighting against the bile that rose in her throat. They wanted to eat her, and there wasn't anything she could do to stop them. She screamed as the vampire lunged at her, and she leapt aside, hoping to put her work table between herself and the creature. The hag was hardly a blip on her radar now. Nina allowed the woman to jump to the side, but the work table was hardly something that she had to worry about. She deftly and gracefully jumped over that, landing with a soft thud next to the woman. Not even hesitating, Nina reached up and let her fingers entwine in the woman's long hair, gripping hard and tugging to keep her from trying to run away. "Maleficient, darling, you absolutely were right," Nina said, dispelling what could have been a whimsical sigh as she jerked the woman's head to the side just slightly in order to let the hag see her face better. "Gerade reizend." Nora whimpered, her free hand automatically reaching up to where the vampire held her hair, but she didn't have the strength to break her grip, and she couldn't seem to concentrate long enough to fire a spell, any spell, to get free. She grimaced when she jerked her head, biting her lip as the tears started streaming down her face. "D-diffindo!" she stammered, hoping she was aiming her wand at the vampire, but she had no way to be sure. Maleficient beamed, clapping her hands together in delight when Nina caught the woman and jerked her pretty face to the side, and she stood up on her toes to get a better look at the menu. She had no idea what the vampire said after that, but it hardly mattered, now that there was food so temptingly close. She was just leaning in when the tail end of the Diffindo caught the palm of her hand, and she yelped slightly as a neat wound opened over her decidedly less-than-smooth skin. It stung, and Maleficient had never been a supporter of her own pain, but as always, when food was introduced to the situation, she didn't dwell on it for long. "Naughty," she admonished, snapping her teeth at the woman. She yanked at a strand of hair, trying to tug the woman in closer for a taste. Nina could smell the open wound on Maleficient's hand. She would never actually want to go for a hag's blood - unless there was a very rare circumstance, of course, but this was not one of those. Instead, it just made her grin hungrily down at the woman she was holding onto. "Naughty indeed," she murmured, then reached for her hand that was holding onto her wand with her own free hand. Her fingers gripping a bit tighter in her hair, Nina brought the woman's arm up to her mouth and bit down hard before Maleficient had a chance to try her first. After all, she had been the one to capture her and the vampire felt that was reason enough. Nora cried out at the pain as the vampire pulled tighter at her hair, and then screamed as she felt her teeth sink into her arm. Colors danced before her eyes, and she suddenly had no concern for the hand entwined in her hair, only the fact that she was losing blood, and it was her wand arm that was being damaged. She let go of the hand in her hair, beating her fist against the woman's chest, trying to pull her arm free, anything to get her to let go. As the woman began to struggle, Nina had to regrip onto her arms, biting down a few more times before deciding it wasn't quite worth it. The next time they decided to come out for a little fun, she was going to have to refrain from eating the night prior. It would give her a bit more kick next time around. But, for now, she quite literally tore herself away from the woman and threw her off to the side toward Maleificient. Nina didn't even pay attention to where she was tossing her, but used a great deal of her strength in doing so. She reached up and wiped her mouth with her sleeve, then commented, "That was a little rude, mein Schatz." Maleficient looked decidedly put out as the vampire had all the fun, nearly hopping from foot-to-foot in her anticipation of having her own turn. In the grand scheme of... well, this rag tag assortment of beasts, as the Minsitry so deemed them, Hags came quite near the end in the pecking order, and while Maleficient more than understood it, it didn't mean she particularly liked it. When the pretty woman was finally (finally!) thrown her way, she made an odd sort of gurgling noise in excitement. "Wriggly," she said, sounding pleased at the woman's struggles; while she generally preferred eating above all else, there was definitely something to be said about playing with your food. She grinned, jagged teeth gleaming, and bit hard into the fleshier upper arm that was so enticingly placed before her. Nora banged into the work table before practically falling into the hag's arms. Her foot had landed solidly against one of the table's legs, and when she tried to put pressure on it while struggling as this creature sunk her teeth into her arm, she gasped in pain. It was sprained, at the very least, and more likely broken, from the force of the vampire's throw. But Nora was now much nearer to the table, and when she turned her eyes away from the sight of that mouth closed around her arm, she noticed a small bottle of ink. It was the ink she'd been experimenting with, and she hadn't made any progress on modifying the spell yet. Acting more on instinct than on thought, Nora hit the hag, stretching to grab the bottle of ink. It spilled, some landing on her hand at her first swipe, but on her second, her free hand closed around it. She threw the remains of the bottle at the hag, gripped her wand as tightly as she could, at jabbed it at the creature. "Green," she murmured, and screamed as the ink on her hand caught fire. Maleficient yelped when the woman hit her, pulling away from where she'd been biting to rub irritably at the spot she'd been struck. She growled low in her throat, clearly displeased by this turn of events, but before she could formulate any sort of response (verbal or... oral, so to speak) there was fire around her and on her, and there was very little in the world that frightened Maleficient more than fire. She shrieked, pain and fear enveloping her, and she pushed herself away from the woman and bat frantically at her clothes, trying her best to put out the flames that were licking at her clothes and her skin. Her appearance was the least of her worries, but she had never been one to enjoy pain, and the fire itself terrified her. Nora stumbled back and fell against the wall, slumping to the floor. Tears streamed down her face and she bit her lip as she tried to smother the fire that enveloped her hand. Her wand clattered to the floor as she wrapped her robe around her damaged hand. Blood streamed down her right arm from the various bite wounds, and her left foot hurt whenever she tried to move it in the slightest. Leaning her head back against the wall, Nora closed her eyes. She was going to die here, she could feel it, and she didn't know how much longer she could fight them off. Xeno was running through the house, quite clumsily, listening to the clamour and trying to get to Nora. He heard her scream, and he saw the light from the fire coming from a room on his right. Wand drawn he burst in the room, and saw one ugly woman on fire and another one hanging back, looking to pounce on Nora who was on the ground by the wall. He sent a stunning spell at the one near his wife, and let the ugly hag burn. "Nora!" he shouted as he ran to her. Quickly lifting her off her feet, he turned on the spot and apparated directly to St. Mungo's. Fenrir snarled in pain and pushed himself to his feet. His breath was coming laboured and uneven, the result of broken ribs and likely some sort of internal bruising. Rage and adrenaline was momentarily acting as a pain killer though, and he shoved his way through the house. He couldn't smell them any more. Gone. No proper victims. It was no great wonder he was pissed off, really. Still, he was nearly always in the mood for blatant destruction, and it was the printing press that was about to be the victim of his irritation. They had gotten away, and this time, he didn't even have anything to show for it. Better then, that none of his pack was in the direct vicinity, or surely they would have been on the receiving end of his anger. The printing press though, provided a sturdy enough outlet. Sort of. Bits and pieces of it broke and splintered under his assault, tearing apart important-looking mechanisms and upending bottles of ink. A blind rage, surely, not directed toward one thing or another. Only blatant destruction. When he had finished, he didn't even care if it would be usable again, or repairable. The point was made, anyway. The pain in his side and chest was quickly starting to impede his efforts. It was time to go. |