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Post by Professor Rig Carillon-Dra on Nov 15, 2011 22:45:59 GMT -5
The moon grew fuller as it rose into the night air, there was a chill in the air as if to say that the moon was full & there where things awake in the wizarding world that came more alive with the moon.
There where trees all over but, then it was the forbidden forest so why would there not be trees around but, there was more then trees a round, so the trees where nothing to worry about, no matter how many there was.
The rays of the moon was enough light for the figured to see as they wandered the paths, as if look for something or perhaps looking for a place with out people. Though what people did not know was that the figured was doing something few could do, there was no missing the whisper & rumors of the Dark Lord or one that took the part of leader & they had not been found yet.
They where going to bring them in or hunt them down what ever came first but, for the time it might have to wait other things came first & it was not there job to find the leader ether, they lowing the hood that had keep the chill at bay.
In doing so you could see it was Rigoletto Carillon-Dra though this time he was not wearing his mask the there where scares on the one side of his face & that side as also paler then the other a bit but, it was true with out the mask he did not gain as much attention form people as he passed them when he encountered them but, here he did not think there would be anyone.
True he had returned to the Wizarding World plains to end what was started so long ago but, had yet to end it he only hopped he could be the one to do it to bring this world some peace but, It would be hard & he learned well form last time the price of failing.
His cloak swished behind him, as he left the ally before turning up a path keeping alert about the sounds & smells around him, which humans could not hear. His eyes watched for any danger of any sign of those he hunted, not that any would be found around Hogwarts. But, to find the one he wanted he would have to likely find those that fallowed them first.
You could feel the chill in the wind as it blew by, there was hardly a soul out that at least Rigoletto, had seen so far or even smelled though it was clear most decided to stay in the castle as they should have. As the wind blew it threw back his cloak, the flicked out & around him with the force of the wind, making it look more like he had wings of some dark angel. He was dressed in black pants & black dragon skin boots. His shirted was of a dark green & the vest was black with silver on the top that patterned out that changed with time form time.
His cloak was black but, the inside was also green his eyes glanced around as he looked for some one or anyone, his sines & smell where telling & had told him that something was around, that was one thing most people could not hid it was his since of smell that was like a wolf if not better.
But, it was still faint so it was not clear if it was human or not, so he would have to cheek to insure the students safety if the thing was on Hogwarts grounds any way. He though about placing his mask on just to be safe & did so knowing when he wore it that it drew questions but, most did not bother him with them.
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Post by Oliver Davidson on Nov 16, 2011 11:49:26 GMT -5
Oliver had been watching the moon for the past week, knowing exactly when it would be at it's fullest and when he would no longer be able to fight the change which always sat simmering just below the surface of his mind and body. He had been a werewolf for as long as he could remember, and Oliver wasn't sure if it was in his blood or if he'd been bitten as a young child, and his parents were no longer around to tell him either way.
Looking around him, Oliver made sure he was not being followed before he stepped into the shadows of the Forbidden Forest. This was his old playground, he'd spent his years in Hogwarts running around this very forest. Of course, Dumbledore had known, and now obviously the Headmistress knew, but beside those two no one else knew his dark secret.
Disappearing further into the bush, Oliver made sure he was far away from the castle and away from anyone or anything that would run across him. For the most part, Oliver could control the wolf, he'd had years to practice, but there was always the animal, predatory instinct that he couldn't quite escape.
Dressed in his professor robes, Oliver quickly shed them as he felt the first bristling of fur covering the backs of his arms and his spine. The transformation was never comfortable, in fact it burned like he was entering hell, but Oliver had learned to embrace to pain for the power he gained with each transformation.
Looking up at the moon, Oliver grinned wolfishly before a scream of agony ripped through his lunges as the change took him over. Hi scream turned into a long lone wolf cry as he dropped to all four, his body covered in a beautiful thick red and white fur coat, his blue eyes still as piercing as they are when he is in his human form.
Taking off at a run, Oliver leaped over fallen logs and chased different animals through the forest, loving the thrill of hunting and watching weaker animals run from his sure size and power. Lifting his head into the wind, Oliver scented the air, noting the familiar smells, and one he wasn't quite sure what it was.
Puzzled, Oliver made his way soundlessly through the trees, circling around whatever it was that had peaked his interest, but knowing he would confuse whoever or whatever it was by his scent coming at him from all direction. Using his heightened senses, Oliver searched for answers. He knew this man that he could see now, but there was something different.
A low warning growl came from deep in Olivers chest, not sure if he could trust him or not, the animal he was tried to break free, but Oliver kept a close leash on the wolf, knowing that this was one of his fellow professors.
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Post by Professor Rig Carillon-Dra on Nov 16, 2011 12:13:15 GMT -5
(Good post Oliver)
Rigoletto had walked on when he stopped, listening for anything when nothing came uncommon to him he had turned to leave when he heard a sound, that made him freeze in his tracks it swore it was some one screaming & he was quick to take off in the direction of the sound, though he once more came to a stop as he heard the howl.
It could only mean one of two things, the first was that a were wolf had made a kill of someone he was not able to save or the other was more likely that, the person was there werewolf & in doing so was a treat to Hogwarts, the beast would need dealt with but, it was no easy task taking on such a beast even with what he was it at the time would be close to his own power, though he had other things that where on his side such as that where wolfs where effected by the moon its self & he was not, no he was just what he always would be there was nothing that keep him human one moment & animal the next like the werewolf.
He remained alert ever ready for what could come, he soon got the smell of dog & form that it was clear that it was werewolf for the hint of human was there ever faint though he knew the smell but, at the moment he was more focused on where the werewolf was.
It was clear the beast was only one form the soul smell he got but, it was doing well to move keeping its smell around but, still it would be stronger where ever the werewolf was, as he worked to focus on that smell, he was more focused on who the werewolf was he became more clear on who it was & he felt him self growl softly at the notion.
If it was who he was sure it was why, did they not take a potion to keep from changing after all it was not like there was not a professor at the school that could do it. It also rose the question if the Head Mistress knew or if it was unknown, not likely but, still could happen after all there was a very slim chance.
His eyes flickered around the area, watching closely for any sign of the werewolf & he listened closely as well for the sounds around him ready to move or cast a spell if need be. Time appeared to slow down as he watched & waited knowing for the moment it was the best strategy, to make the werewolf come to him; then him to blindly go looking for them when he had to before sure where they where.
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Post by Oliver Davidson on Nov 16, 2011 13:28:43 GMT -5
(Thank you =] )
Oliver continued to circle, his inner beast fighting to break free. He could smell the other professor, knew it was him, but how could he have not known before. How could Oliver have over looked something as simple as knowing what Carillon-Dra was. Stupid, stupid Oliver thought to himself jumping from one fallen log to the next soundlessly to keep his scent strong in various different locations.
Pawing the ground, Oliver snarled, growling lower as he heard Carillon-Dra's growl although it was low and almost lost in the wind, Oliver could still hear it. Oliver knew he has been figured out, and that wasn't a good thing for anyone. Age old instinct was fighting to take over and Oliver was having a hard time keeping those instincts in check. Everything in him was calling out to fight, to destroy, but he knew this man as a fellow co-worker, and knew that the students did like him.
Growling again in warning, Oliver emerged from the bush, his blue eyes piercing into Carillon-Dra, trying to let him know without words that he wasn't as in control as he tried to be. Crouching low, Oliver barred his teeth at the other professor, the beast inside of him raising his head to get lose.
Staying close to the tree line, Oliver waited, crouched low to the ground to attack should there be need, but he was fighting hard to keep the wolf in line.
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Post by Professor Rig Carillon-Dra on Nov 16, 2011 17:33:38 GMT -5
Rigoletto remained focused on where the werewolf could be but, he knew that even using spells could turn bad though at the time it might help to flush the werewolf out & finish this madness before it got worse, his thoughts went to the students to there safely not that he was the one that should be saying anything for, that would be calling the kettle black.
There was a moment he was sure he heard digging, perhaps he had but, the sound of the growls only made him focus more on where it came from, though luck held out he did not have to tare the area apart looking or flushing the Professor out.
Rigolettos eyes flickered, when seeing Olivers teeth barred as if annoyed that the Professor would bear teeth at him but, he knew it was his nature just, as attacking others would be so it was something of surprise that he had not taken a potion to keep form turning.
He did not look away form Oliver & no sign of fear was seen ether as he looked at Oliver but, he did speak "I am surprised, you did not take a potion to keep from changing...what would have happened if a student had come across you? When you are not controlled by the moon, I expect an answer"
The tone was one, that was clear he though Oliver should of though better but, he was still a man Rigoletto had to remind him self but, there was still the danger, no matter if he could hold back the beast it was clear it was getting harder & that still could of meant a student would be in danger.
Rigoletto watched Oliver "So what now... come to try your luck against me? A foolish mistake if you have or...is there some other reason, that you could not just stay away"
Rigoletto was ready to fight if it came to it but, he questioned more now if it would come to it with Oliver though he was ready ether way to fight with spells or what he was, ether would be fine with him.
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Post by Oliver Davidson on Nov 16, 2011 21:06:07 GMT -5
Oliver could feel his fur standing on end, and he knew that Rigoletto was a vampire, and that his very nature was as a sworn enemy to there type. But Oliver refused to move, using all of his strength and will power to stay where he was, crouched low to the ground, read to fight should he have to, but not willing to start the fight. Both were men, professors respected by students, and it's didn't need to come to a fight between them.
When Rigoletto asked why Oliver didn't take the potion, the man found himself smiling deep within the wolfs body, which translated itself to a barring of teeth. It was however a question he could answer with his body more than his words. Flexing, Oliver felt him muscle move under his fur as he lept up into one of the trees about three stories up from where he stood without moving. Olivr flet the power radiating off of himself in this form, and he couldn't help but feel like an addict trying to show Rigoletto what was his drug. Power, Strength. How could one not want what this life could promise him.
In fact, Oliver was looking for a way to make the change whenever he could, it was why he studied ancient runes, learning about all the myths and stories. Oliver figured he was getting closer to an answer, and he couldn't wait to make the change anytime and use his power to the fullest. The only thing he hated about his second life if that it was controlled by the moon cycle, but to control that himself would a gift none else could imagine.
As Rigoletto asked if they were going to fight, Oliver couldn't help but pouncing the herbology professor, just to prove he could do it. Barring his teeth, Oliver jumped away showing that he was in control, but his nature was saying he shouldn't be and things could go wrong really fast should Rigoletto step out of line.
Circling Rigoletto again only this time just out of arms reach, Oliver looked up at the professor with mocking eyes, silently asking him what he was going to do if anything. It was getting late, and the moon would only be in control of him for about another hour or so before he would be forced back into his human form, and be forced to lose the powers of the wolf for another month.
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Post by Professor Rig Carillon-Dra on Nov 16, 2011 21:36:42 GMT -5
Rigoletto watched Oliver closely, though he did not miss Oliver's actions it almost felt in a way Oliver did not want to not have to change something, few of his kind would trade up if give the chance.
There was no missing Oliver's actions as he jumped into the tree, Rigoletto almost fallowed but, held back from doing self telling him self to wait for the moment it would be right to put the wolf in to cheek mate.
As Oliver circled him he made sure to keep him self facing him, it would be more opening to give him his back. "Do not try my patients with you, I would hate to harm you & with time it would only be worse for you, why not do use a favor & walk away or do you really wish to test your luck with me? You have all but, tested my patients not to best you to prove you of your place"
He was growing tired of Oliver as the werewolf, it only proved to be more a child that need to learn his place & learn that some lines should not be crossed when it came to him mostly.
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Post by Oliver Davidson on Nov 16, 2011 21:47:48 GMT -5
Oliver continued to circle Rigoletto, almost taunting him as Oliver would jump closer and then back away, trying to get the Vampire to make the first move, trying to give himself an opening to let his instincts take over and let the beast consume him. At the mention of the time, Oliver looked at the moon and gave a long sorrow-filled howl. He longed for more time as the wolf, wanted to be able to control the change.
Looking at Rigoletto, Oliver looked his fellow professor straight in the eye, almost a challenge asking him what he was going to do, if anything. Turning on his heel, Oliver took the path leading straight back to the castle. If Rigoletto wasn't willing to play his games, then he would find someone who would.
Oliver moved quickly, running low beneath the trees, waiting for the attack he knew would be coming since he was headed back to the hogwarts ground, and he knew that Rigoletto would not stand for that. And once Rigoletto attacked, then Oliver would be able to let the beast free.
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Post by Professor Rig Carillon-Dra on Nov 16, 2011 22:11:13 GMT -5
There was no missing Olivers taunting of him, though he did well to keep out of his path of range he did not want to kill the Professor but, he was pushing his luck much like he wanted to fight. He did not miss the sorrow filled howl that came form Oliver, he knew it was only time & it was against Oliver not him. Rigoletto did not miss the look Oliver gave him he had been ready to dismiss it when Oliver took off in the worst path he could, heading for Hogwarts Rigoletto was quick to acted taking after him moving easily threw the brush & over the ground he was also fallowing after Oliver he was twice as quick to take to the trees to get a birds view of where Oliver was & also to stalk him ready to stop him at all cost. He moved across the trees easily with no real sound as he waited for the moment to pounce, he readied his wand as well he cast a blasting spell to help directed Oliver away form Hogwarts if not stop him, he picked out his target on Oliver before he jumped aiming for Oliver, plain to end this before it got bad for a student or staff member.
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Post by Oliver Davidson on Nov 16, 2011 22:27:39 GMT -5
Oliver ran fast, but he knew Rigoletto was just as fast as he was. He was still in control of the beast if only by a short leash. Oliver growled low, and he knew when Rigoletto was over top of him, knew that he was in the form of a bird and that things could get fun. No one understood the werewolf. They weren't all evil, sure they were ruled by predator nature, and sure the beast was hard to control, but Oliver reveled in the power of his form.
Flying through the air as the blasting spell hit just in front of him, Oliver gave a yip of glee as he tucked and rolled making sure he positioned himself to hit the ground with his shoulder so as not to injure himself as he fell from the sky. Turning on his heel, Oliver turned and charged at Rigoletto. He didn't have the power of his magic in his form, but he did have his strength. Just before he ran into the professor, Oliver leaped over him and turned so he was crouching low again growling, panting as his fur stood up on the back of his neck and he challenged Rigoletto to try something now.
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Post by Professor Rig Carillon-Dra on Nov 16, 2011 22:42:50 GMT -5
Rigoletto heard Olivers yelp but, he payed it little head to it for it meant very little on to if Oliver was out of the fight. As Rigoletto hit the ground hard he saw Oliver charge him he was ready to hit him with another spell, of not threw Oliver out of his way, the other thing was he could fight him straight out. He watched Oliver as he hard Olivers growl he gladly growled back, his stance only showed he was ready for a fight if it came & he spoke "If you want a fight Oliver I gladly will give you one, you will not soon forget but, I will not allow you to endanger the students & if I have to kill you to insure it so be it, the students safety will come first"
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Post by Oliver Davidson on Nov 16, 2011 22:58:58 GMT -5
Oliver rolled his eyes, and shrugged his shoulders. He could stand and fight, or he could leave this for another night. Oliver didn't have much longer before he would lose the super strength he gained in this form, and he knew that Rigoletto would be a fair fight and both would stand a chance at seriously harming the other. Growling once more, Oliver stole a look at the sky. He had no time anymore.
Jumping into the trees, Oliver rushed to where he had stowed his clothes as he felt his body transforming back into the man he was. It was draining the energy it took to change back, nothing like letting the beast and the power take over him. Panting hard, Oliver slipped back into his robes almost as soon as he touched ground. Fishing around in his pockets he made sure that his wand was in his hands. Who knew if Rigoletto had followed him and if he was still up for a fight.
Making his way back through the trees, Oliver could sense that Rigoletto was still close. "You're not going to attack me now are you?" He taunted the other professor.
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Post by Professor Rig Carillon-Dra on Nov 16, 2011 23:17:57 GMT -5
Rigoletto, had watched as Oliver ran off away form the school he was glade of that for he did not, want to fight unless he had to but, he also did not miss the fact the full moon was leaving. He did not fallow feeling the greater threat of Oliver as his werewolf was over at least for now. But, as he got ready to leave he heard Olivers voice wtih them he turned to look in the direction Oliver was as he spoke "Are you going to give me reason to? I told you the students safty comes first & you should of know a fight & trouble would come when you headed directly for the school"
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Post by Oliver Davidson on Nov 17, 2011 19:01:36 GMT -5
Oliver chuckled, his breath showing up as a white mist in the cool winter air. "Now now, I would never harm the students," Oliver said striding over to where Rigoletto was standing. "I'm always in control. But really, the entire night, you wanted a fight, why not just attack me in that form. I know you wanted to." Oliver paused and looked at Rigoletto. "Why did you hesitate. Being a Vampire and all I figured you'd want to rip me from limb to limb."
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Post by Professor Rig Carillon-Dra on Nov 17, 2011 19:11:35 GMT -5
Rigoletto watched Oliver closely "I will have to take you at your word on that but, know that if you do anything to harm them I will find you" He watched as he drew closer "You wanted the fight just as bad, why else tunt me so openly? Besides I am better then that, the beast does not control me & as form riping you limb to limb only if I was forced to there wise, you have been told lies that there must always be hate between I kind besides, I am sure the Head Mistress knows & I trust her judgment in this matter even if I do not understand it" His eyes flickered "I still think you would do well, to look at taking the potion"
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