grey_wolf (grey_wolf) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-09-22 09:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 09, character: fenrir greyback |
RP: Greyback
Who: Fenrir Greyback
Where: Nottingham
When: September 22, 2025, during the full
Summary: The wolf has a night of fun, including death, violence, bestiality rape.
Marital Law had to be the most wonderful thing the Dark Lord could have declared, he thought. Even the timing was perfect. Irritated and testy because of the upcoming full moon, Fenrir relished in the idea of a curfew for the Wizarding areas. Having spent the last two nights out harassing and scaring the weak back into their homes had been pleasant. However, they would not even begin to compare to what he planned for tonight.
He woke that morning and skipped the office. Instead, he found himself apparating to Nottingham, the place where he met his destiny those many years ago. While it didn't seem that long ago, Fenrir reminded himself decades past since he was first turned. Shaking the thoughts away, he walked down the main street, smelling the muggles as they passed him. He took his time to hunt down his first prey for the night.
He found them in the afternoon; a woman with a set of twin girls leaving the grocery. One stopped and petted a dog who was being walked by its owner. Following them to their home, he watched as the three of them entered a small house slightly off the beaten path before he began circling it. There was a front and back door; both with windows, which meant he could be seen entering. On his second circuit, he saw a cellar window; small, but with an engorgement charm, Fenrir was able to slip through and wait until the time came.
Since he was on his own, he didn't bother with the Wolfsbane. He didn't need to communicate with anyone tonight. Tonight was all about feeling of freedom; the feeling of losing himself to his animal instincts and desires. His ears could hear the heartbeats for the three females above him while his nose found the distinct scent of each individual. Eventually a fourth body entered the house.
Tonight would be a good night
Feeling a change in the air, Fenrir prepared himself for the transformation. He placed his wand to the side, along with his clothing. There was still some pain from the silver poisoning, but Fenrir ignored it; it would heal in time. As he filled with anticipation, hair sprouted on his arms, his face. His teeth elongated as did his nails when his hands and feet transformed in front of him. His changed along with his nose when at last all sense of humanity left him.
The giant wolf, starved for food, bounded up the dusty stairs where he threw his body at the door, ripping it off its hinges. The only man in the room shouted something, but didn't move far before the wolf was on him. The wolf lunged at the man, tearing at the flesh of his belly with his claws while biting the arm that attempted to hit him.
Teeth crushed down until it hit bone. There was screaming overhead, but the wolf paid no attention. Instead, he focused on the gaping hole in the man's belly. Feasting on the fresh wound, he ate the muscle, liver and other meaty parts while blood covered his fur and quenched his thirst. A loud noise disrupted his feast. With a lift of his head, the wolf saw the woman with a large gun in her hands.
Growling deep in the back of his throat, the wolf watched her for a few moments until he saw her hands shake. That was when he leapt at her, knocking both her and the gun to the ground. With no time to waste, his teeth latched onto her neck and he shook her until he felt the neck snap and the body go limp. The wolf tossed the body aside and used his sense of smell to find the other two, who where above him.
Silently, the wolf crept up the stairs, stalking the two the smelled so similar. The blood from his first victim made it difficult to smell them completely out since it covered the fur all over his face. Still, he found the room they were hiding in. With his claws out, he clawed at the wooden door. Their screams filled the silence as he tried to get at them. After moments, he backed off and went to hide in the shadows. The prey would come to him.
Several more minutes passed before the door swung open. When it did, the wolf pounced, knocking one of the younger girls to the ground. His claws ripped the muscles along her neck and shoulder. Her arms flung out at him as he bit into her neck. The sweetness of young blood filled his mouth, his nostrils. The girl wiggled, trying to get away, but he bit into her neck again.
The other girl swung something at him. It hit him in the shoulder where the silver poisoning had been. His paw lashed out and his claws tore at her face. Another scream filled the air. The wolf finished with the one girl with a violent slash of claws along her back before he moved on to the other.
This time, the girl was on her hands and knees trying to get away when he caught her. Unlike, the other this one had the smell of dog on her. The overwhelming urge to mate lead the wolf to tearing at the clothing with his teeth, shredding it until it was cleared away. Mounting from behind, the wolf took her.
There was nothing pleasurable about the act; it was violent and quick. When he finished, the wolf left the room and went back downstairs where he feasted on the two bodies lying there. After he had his fill, he stalked around the house, trying to find a way out. When he couldn't, he stalked back down to the cellar where he curled up and slept.
In the morning, Fenrir dressed before apparated to the Ministry. He hadn't even bothered to clean the blood off his face.