RP: The Moon Is Full When: 11 May 1998 Who: Fenrir Greyback, two unfortunate NPCs Where: A campsite near the Welsh border Private/Public: Private Rating: R for violence... lots of violence. Summary: The first full moon after the battle of Hogwarts and Fenrir releases a little frustration.
Fenrir stumbled through the low undergrowth as he yanked his tattered and blood-stained robes off. He didn’t know where he was, just that it was the night of the full moon and the change was imminent. He’d been travelling almost constantly since he’d escaped after the battle at Hogwarts. At first it was without much in the way of knowledge, still dazed from the wounds he’d received in the fight – the blow to the head, the hexes and curses he’d taken. It was only in the last couple of days that his mind had cleared enough for him to remember what he’d done the previous day.
But now it was the full moon and the change was coming. He discarded his robes in the undergrowth and continued stumbling forward until he reached a tiny clearing. He stopped there and raised his head towards the sky, waiting for the sun to set. He wanted this change, wanted to feel strong and powerful again. He’d been feeling lost and alone since the battle, tired and aching, hungry and thirsty. He vaguely remembered going to someone... a Death Eater’s home... on the third or fourth day after the battle and being turned away with more curses and hexes. He was going to remember who that Death Eater was and he and his family would pay for that.
The sun finally dipped below the horizon and the change rippled through Fenrir’s body, shifting and transforming him and finally leaving the great black wolf in his place. The wolf stayed still for a moment before giving himself a vigorous shake. He then raised his head to the sky and howled.
Faint howls of other wolves... perhaps even other werewolves... answered his call but they were all quite a distance away, nothing to worry about tonight. Fenrir sniffed the air and his eyes lit up. He smelled human. Strong and close by.
He loped off in the direction of the smell of human and in short order he found a small tent in another clearing in the woods. He could smell the scent of two humans and his mouth gaped open in a very lupine grin. Two prey. Just what he needed after the frustration of the battle.
He crouched down low in the undergrowth and stared at the tent. There was no movement from inside though he could hear one of the humans inside snoring. He gave a series of short yips and snarls then fell silent when he heard movement in the tent.
“Mike!” came the sound of a whispered female voice. “I think there’s something out there.”
An indistinct mumble came as a reply then a low sleepy voice said, “Of course there’s something out there. We’re in the middle of the woods. Go to sleep.”
Fenrir made a few snuffling and whimpering sounds.
“I think there’s something hurt out there,” the female voice whispered.
“It’ll be fine,” the sleepy male voice said and there was the sound of someone shifting in a sleeping bag. “Go back to sleep.”
There was silence in the tent for a few minutes then the sound of a zip working sounded loud in the night. Fenrir crouched a little lower and watched as a female emerged with a flashlight in her hand. She crawled out of the tent and stood up, playing the light around the campsite.
Fenrir waited patiently until she finally stepped away from the tent and over to the other side of the small campsite then he attacked. He bounded across the ground and leapt at the woman’s throat, closing his jaws around it tightly and bearing her to the ground under his weight. She tried to scream but his grip on her throat was too tight and all she could manage was a low gargling sound. Fenrir set himself a bit more firmly then in one sharp yank he ripped her throat open. She jerked and convulsed as blood flowed from the gaping wound then went still with a final gurgling sound.
“Beth?”
Fenrir whirled around at the sound of the male voice and saw a man emerging from the tent with another flashlight in his hand. He leapt across the campsite and slammed into the man driving him to the ground. He was in too much of a mood to toy with the man and with a couple of sharp snaps of his jaws he’d ripped open the man’s stomach. He shoved his muzzle into the massive wound and reaching for the man’s heart which he ripped out with a yank of his head that sent blood spattering across the clearing.
He stepped back a couple of paces then gulped down the heart. He licked his chops and stared at the two still bodies. There was the strong iron scent of blood in the air and it was making his blood lust rise even further. He glanced at the bodies again then raised his head to sniff the air. He couldn’t smell any more human scent underneath the scent of blood and fear and death in the clearing. He shook himself again and stepped forward again, nuzzling the male’s body. He could feed here and then hunt some more once he’d sated himself.
He relaxed as he accepted that idea then buried his muzzle into the male’s body. He hadn’t fed well in a couple of weeks and he was hungry.