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The Forbidden Forest; Day 6, Dinner/Freetime
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Deleted User	Jun 8 2008, 07:24:58 PM Post #61
Deleted User	The rumble of thunder distracted Ian. He turned to see his own house elf out of hiding. "Blinkin! What the hell--" "Little Master, there is danger!" "What?" "Hey! Humans! GET OUT OF THE WAY!!" Ian turned, unable to find the source of the noise, but the rumbling grew louder still, so that ground shook and trees trembled. "LITTLE MASTER!" Without thinking anymore on it, Ian raised his wand at Fera again. "Lacerasempra!" he yelled. Such a brutal spell was not something he wanted to use, but he didn't have time. He hated that spell, and he'd only seen it done once when his brother had practiced it on several small animals at him. He cringed even before it hit, unable to look at what would happen. ((OOC: Really can't wait any longer Fera. I'll just skim over what happens to you and we can fix it later.)) BIC: He turned around, unable to watch, but when he did, he was startled to see hundreds of squat-looking creatures stampeding towards him, Bella, Eric, and Fera. He turned back towards his cousin. "Bella!" he yelled. He had never, not once, used any short hand for his cousin, for he knew she was not one to allow such from anyone but her sisters, but there was not time for three-syllable names as a massive horde of the creatures raced towards them, filling the air with the thunder of their collective motions and shrill shrieks. "Blinkin! Where are you!" "LITTLE MASTER!" There were hundreds of the creatures, and amidst a group of them, was Ian's lifelong caretaker, Blinkin, being closed in on. Ian ran towards the group accosting Blinkin. He raised his wand. "Flippendo!" and few of the creatures were shot backwards, slamming into the trees, or rocks, or otherwise landing back on the ground with a THUD. Injured, the ones which were flung back stood right back up. Ian had barely put a dent into their numbers. The entire forest was a sea of ugly faces and thrashing trees. Ian kept running, all the while determined to save his house elf, and not just because he was their best chance of getting out of here. "LEVI GUSTO!!" Ian shouted desperately, causing a wind to kick up around a number of the Red Caps, lifting them up and throwing them around helter-skelter. Ian ducked under, just as one flew over where his head had been. One of the creatures ran at him, Ian, growing more and more desperate, cried, "Malum Infissum!" slicing the creature in twain from its right shoulder to its left hip. Dark magic. The second time he'd ever used it. "LITTLE MASTER!" his voice was shaky and far away. Ian could no longer even see the elf. Damn it he thought, forcing his way through with stunners, Why doesn't he just apparate out? Then it hit him. "Blinkin! Apparate over here, NOW!" he ordered, "STUPEFY!" a red light smacked into an oncoming creature. He'd never actually used stunners before now. Amazing what one could do in dire situations like this. "As you wish, Little Mas-GAAAAH!" A shrill cry sounded above the din. There was a loud crack, and there appeared beside Ian a writhing mass of dwarf-like beasts, hacking away at something beneath them with knives and clubs. Blood splattered onto Ian's face. No... "NO!" Ian ran straight for the creatures, fury burning within him. He pointed his wand at the beasts, trying to think of the most horrible curse he could muster...but none of them seemed to be painful enough. Ian did not notice, in his moment of grievous indecision, several of the creatures leaping at him with knives and clubs. Their shrill cries alerted him, and he turned to see them in midair, and without enough time to lift his wand and cast a spell. He closed his eyes. SMACK! THUMP! A tremendous roar rose above all other noise. Ian dared to look. There was a large centaur, battle scarred and gray-colored, fighting the creatures off with his bare fists! He'd knocked the attacking Red Caps clear out of the air, and was now kicking and punching and tearing at the endless swarm. Ian looked back at Bellatrix, then he looked down at spot where the Red Caps had abandoned their prey--but only for a split second. The sight of his lifelong caretaker and friend, laying there as nothing more than a bloody pulp of meat, made his stomach turn. In fact, he bent down on his hands and knees and threw up, the sight was just so sickening! One could never imagine the horrid sight of a mutilated body. He felt a great pain in his wand arm and heard a sickening CRACK. Ian screamed with pain and clutched his now-broken arm. And he was in for yet even more pain, for the polyjuice potion he had taken was beginning to wear off, and the transformation back was just as painful as the first one. He felt himself shrink, and it wasn't just because he'd curled into a ball. Long, dark hair suddenly covered his face. His wand was somewhere on the ground, but he could not see for the pain that seemed to demand he keep screw his eyes shut and stay curled up on the forest floor. Ian lay there, oblivious to the roaring and crashing sounds that signified the large centaur throwing the beasts off the Slytherin boy. He was oblivious to the whatever Eric was doing, to whatever had happened to Fera, and to whatever was happening to Bellatrix, though he knew that she must have transformed back as well. All that mattered as he lay there, clutching his broken arm was that Blinkin was dead, and that it was all his fault. And with his wand now lost, he might die, too. And he'd lead Bellatrix into this. She might die. And Eric and Fera...he'd never meant for any of this to happen. What have I done? ((OOC: Whoever's going to come in and save everyone here can go ahead and come, now...))
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Hellius Surla	Jun 9 2008, 07:39:45 PM Post #62
If we see a man glorifying his race, gender, or creed, we can understand there is nothing about himself that deserves glorification. Posts: 3,365 Group: Gryffindor Prefect Member #14 Joined: Jan 3 2007 Age 17 Location California Real Name Cody Character Age 16 RP Relationship Status Single RP Location In the courtyard	Hellius sat in the depths of the forbidden forest, his bleeding had slowed to a slight drip and quiver instead of the pouring faucet that it was a few hours before. He had fled from the Great Hall after his dramatic display of stopping Addie from probably getting herself killed --or raped-- by Julian; coming out to the Forbidden Forest to get some alone time. He was up in a tree and he was slowly about to drift off into a depth of sleep until there was a familiar stampeding that filled the air around him. His eyes flew open and he sat in the tree unmoving all the while. From the corner, he looked down to the ground and saw a puddle of blood that had accumulated from his arm. Blinking in indignancy, he moved cautiously and noted as a few of the odd red caps had stayed behind at the puddle of blood, while the rest had run off towards the school. He pondered this entire situation and then closed his eyes to listen closely. The pounding of the stampeding red caps grew further away, but in the distance, he could just barely pick up the sounds of battle coming from the school. Pausing, he thought of his particular options at that particular moment and only came down to a few options. Below him, the red caps were sniffing at the blood and rubbing their caps in it, laughing in their own high pitched manner. The other was trying to locate the source, and from what he could see, they were tracking him through the scent of his blood which followed him. Hellius studied their weapons and noticed one holding a cross bow. It was pointed upwards... and he tried to determine where he was aiming, but his concentration was soon disrupted by a swift woosh! sound that flew directly past his ear. He scrambled out of the way and lost his balance on the tree branch and tumbled over, but he grabbed onto the branch as well as he could. Not being able to steady himself, the bark scratched as his palms and dropped him to the branches below. He repeated the process with each branch until he ran out and then fell to the ground below. Landing hard onto the dirt ground, Hellius tried to gather what just happened and slowly drew to his feet. "Fuck!!" He yelled out, tumbling out of the way of a red cap that was about to attack him. Standing once more, he stopped thinking about actions and simply resorted to primal instincts - fight or die. His wand flew into his hand and he flicked it was the one holding the crossbow. "Quasso Dextera!" He cried, the red cap falling to its knees with the arrival with his new shattered hands. Hellius had barely enough time to react to the next red cap that charged at him, but just before the creature's ax connected with his flesh, the Gryffindor kicked the hilt of the ax and parried the attack. He didn't react with a spell, however. Instead, Hellius tacked the red cap and started to beat senselessly at the leather-armored creature. His blows connected swiftly and mercilessly and before long, bones snapped and broke. A deep inner satisfaction roared from within him and with each passing moment of beating was delivered onto the red cap, the more fierce that the boy became. After awhile, the red cap laid on the ground, close-to-lifelessness and that's when he decided to stop beating on the creature. Pushing himself back to his feet, Hellius grabbed the creature's ax and picked it up over his shoulder. Preparing to bring it down on the red cap, the young Surla smirked with deep sadism, and then yelled out a bloody scream as he brought the ax down and into the creature; it released a final yelp before releasing its last breath. Hellius backed away from the corpse and released a maniacal laugh.



Jacob Surla	Jun 9 2008, 07:56:51 PM Post #63
Acting Minister for Magic Posts: 37 Group: Ministry Official Member #352 Joined: Mar 30 2008	Jacob passed through the Forbidden Forest blowing apart small platoons of red caps as he passed. He was caught up in memories of many occasions in this forest that had come to pass all those years ago when he attended Hogwarts. Although it was quite nostalgic, he didn't let the good times affect the current moment, because if it did, his performance would be altered for the worse. Pausing for a moment after killing a few more red caps, Jacob listened intently to a sound that echoed and seemed to get louder as each moment passed. Jacob muttered something under his breath and then jumped upwards and into the trees above. He seemed to hover, an ability that the man gained after several hard years of practice with that particular magic. As the swarm beneath him passed, Jacob squinted his eyes, counting 14 rows of red caps that were 12 deep. The Head Auror wondered how the red caps multiplied so abundantly... and how the Ministry wasn't keeping a close watch on all of it. Shaking his head after the huge group passed, Jacob fell down the the ground again and persisted forward into the forest. After several more minutes, he stumbled across a puddle of blood and then a red cap with obliterated hands. It was on the ground, writhing in pain. He quirked his brow and walked to the other side of the tree. Taking a deep breath, Jacob looked onto a rather surprising sight. "Bonjour, cousin," the man said calmly. Moving like lightning, Jacob appeared directly in front of Hellius and then grasped the boy by the neck. He raised him off the ground and then slammed him against the tree; the metal rings accompanying his fingers digging uncomfortably into Hellius' skin. "Vous vous �tes ennuy� de moi?" [Did you miss me?] For the first time in ages, Jacob cracked a smirk. The sadism of the moment, one thing that the Surla clan was particularly infamous for, was definitely being shown in this particular moment. The man's stance broke from being strict to a more intimidating standing notion. He grazed his lips right next to Hellius' ear and hissed sadistically into his ear."I've missed you." Digging his fingernails into Hellius' throat, Jacob smirked intently as the boy squirmed in his grasp. "I'm sure you remember this too... don't you?"



Bellatrix Black	Jun 9 2008, 09:21:43 PM Post #64
Posts: 256 Group: Slytherin Member #278 Joined: Jan 3 2008 Character Age 17 RP Relationship Status Betrothed to Rudolphus Lestrange	Bella was smirking, and raised her wand to hex Fera-but before she could utter a word, Ian's Elf had reappeared and was babbling on about something. Seconds later, Ian was yelling her name... Bella turned around and saw what looked like hundreds of little crude men holding knifes. Shocked for a moment, Bella watched as they came closer, until Ian's yells brought her back to her senses. She raised her wand and began cursing the dwarves but, although Bella was relatively talented, the spells of a third year witch didn't do as much damage as was needed to subdue the horde and they were gaining fast. She could barely see Ian, only hear him...the creatures were swarming everywhere. Before long, Bella had several nasty cuts and her ankle smarted and swelled where a small mace had hit it. She began to grow desperate, her curses getting nastier and sloppier untill, suddenly, she stopped and stooped over, the Red Capps continuing their assault as she gasped in pain-for the second time that day, Bella felt as if she was melting, burning-her hair grew darker and thicker, and suddenly she was herself again. Bella caught a glimpse of Ian, who had also transformed back, through the mass of creatures. Her was lying, still on the ground, and for a moment Bella felt a horrible sensation in her stomach...he couldn't be.. The young Slytherin didn't have much time to register much more before she felt something clawing at her curls-a Red Capp was on her back, apparently trying to beat her with his fists, as it's weapon was lost. Bella screamed and tried to pull it off, barely managing to do so before more came...they just seemed to keep on coming, and now Bella was aching all over, and her ankle was beginning to throb...they were done for unless someone came, and fast...
	*Some say the world will end in . . .*


Professor Nate Aphelion	Jun 9 2008, 09:57:51 PM Post #65
Deputy Headmaster & Transfiguration Professor Posts: 768 Group: Ravenclaw Head of House Member #122 Joined: Mar 20 2007	Nate was listening intently for any signs of his targets, hoping beyond measure that they were all ok. He knew Matthew could handle himself fine but the younger students mightn't be so adept. Occasionally he was forced to tackle a redcap or some other creature that decided he looked tasty but he wasn't at any time in serious danger. Not yet anyway. After ten minutes of walking through the thick Forest he held his hadn up to stop the group of students with him, indicating for them to listen to see if they could hear what he thought he had heard. "I hear voices...that way." He murmured, pointing somewhere to his left. He immediately changed his direction and left the beaten track, hoping he was not being lured there by something else. Another 200m passed quickly and he could now see several figured huddled in a clearing, voices emanating from the space. "Who is that? Identify yourselves!"
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Deleted User	Jun 9 2008, 10:51:59 PM Post #66
Deleted User	Banni raced through the forest, only to stop suddenly--causing the students directly behind him to bump into his rear end, and into each other--at the sight of Ronin of all beings frantically swinging and kicking at oncoming Red Caps. Banni raised his sword and began hacking his way towards the larger centaur, shouting "Ronin!" The students assisted, blasting redcaps out of the way. "These. Young ones. Injured." Ronin called back, punctuating each word with an assault on the enemy. "RAAAAH!" Ronin had just been swiped in the back leg by a Red Cap's blade. Without hesitation, the deposed leader kicked the creature into a tree. Ronin stumbled a bit and fell. "RONIN!" Banni moved faster, far faster than any of his students could move, trying to cut his way over to the centaur. Ronin rose again swiftly and began his assault again, bellowing loudly cries of battle. Banni ordered the students to find their missing schoolmates. "Who is that? Identify yourselves!" It was Nate's voice. Banni answered. "NATE! It is me, Banni! There are injured students here. Four of them, it looks like!" Banni slashed at the creatures. Where was the end to them? They seemed to be mindless brutes, and no amount of strategic fighting would end it. It seemed the only way was to rescue the injured, then crush their enormous numbers, "Ronin is keeping them safe right now as best he can, but hurry!!" He knew that would sound strange. It was more and more obvious that something had been wholly different about Ronin when they'd met the first two times this year. After much slashing and cutting through seemingly-endless swarms, Banni caught sight of a girl with dark curls and Gryffindor robes, and a Red Cap swinging its fists at her. Without proper time to sheathe it, Banni dropped his sword and reached again for his bow, knocking an arrow to it and firing at the creature, hitting it so that it was flung off her by the momentum of the arrow. He made quick work of the others around her, shooting another and another and another--until-- "ACK!" Banni fell. A Red Cap, running along side his right, had slashed both legs on that side. A Gryffindor student quickly dispatched the offending beast with a stunner, running to his aid. Blood poured from the open wounds, and Banni could see meat and bone. They could not hold his weight. "Banni!" called the Gryffindor, coming to aid him. "No! Get your schoolmates to safety," he said, lifting his bow so that he could still fire from his stationary position. The Gryffindor reluctantly obeyed, looking back upon his injured teacher before running off to join the others. "Nate! Hurry!" he callled out. He was confident that the seventh years could clear out the oncoming Red Caps easily, but he was worried for how long the four students trapped here could hold out. They'd yet to reach a one of them. He worried how long he could hold out, for that matter.
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Professor Nate Aphelion	Jun 10 2008, 01:46:50 AM Post #67
Deputy Headmaster & Transfiguration Professor Posts: 768 Group: Ravenclaw Head of House Member #122 Joined: Mar 20 2007	He stood poised, his wand held tightly in his right hand, ready to defend against a possible attack at the slightest hint of a threat. He could feel the tension in the air as the students beside and behind him also waited for any indication of what was about to occur. And then a familiar voice yelled through the darkness towards them: "NATE! It is me, Banni! There are injured students here. Four of them, it looks like! Ronin is keeping them safe right now as best he can, but hurry!!" That was all the cue he needed and Nate leapt forward into action, dashing closer to the source of the voice. hoping they got their in time to save the students being protected by Ronin. In the back of his mind it occurred to him as strange that Ronin was helping to save them but he ignored this for the time being; he could dwell on the minor details later. "Nate! Hurry!" "The students are our main priority!" he yelled back to his group, "Do whatever it takes to protect them and get them back to the castle. STUPEFY!" They emerged into the clearing to find dozens of redcaps swarming a small gathering which consisted of several third years, Ronin and Banni. The two centaurs were fighting furiously to repel the attackers but it seemed they were losing. The third years were using the right spells but their young age just wasn't making them as effective or powerful as the adults. Yet the sudden arrival of 10-12 adult wizards seemed to put the spark back in their eyes as the attacking creatures started to drop in much greater numbers as Nate and his group rained magic down upon them. "Charlotte! Mitchell! Scott! Grab the third years and get out of here. We'll help out Banni and Ronin and secure your exit." Two Ravenclaws and a Gryffindor raced over to where the younger students were, pointing them in the right direction and urging them to run. The three 7th years surrounded them and made sure nothing could reach them. Nate swelled with pride as these three were risking their lives for others so selflessly. The remaining students, Nate, Ronin and Banni continued to wipe out the remaining redcaps and ow with the added numbers the tide was turning and they seemed to be winning. "Banni we need to get you all back to the castle! More could show up at any time!"
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Professor Nate Aphelion	Jun 10 2008, 02:23:09 AM Post #68
Deputy Headmaster & Transfiguration Professor Posts: 768 Group: Ravenclaw Head of House Member #122 Joined: Mar 20 2007	Nate had been trying to gather everyone to make an evacuation back towards the castle when a booming voice echoed from everywhere at once. Everyone, the redcaps included, paused and listened to the announcement, warning that the entire area was about to be scorched by fiendfyre. Not many knew what that was but they understood the general gist of it. He spun around to face his students, "We need to get back to the castle! NOW!" He took off, pushing those beside him to run faster, "We need to get back within the magical barriers before they scorch the Forest or we'll all be dead. Run! Run!" The gathering all bolted through the scrub and undergrowth, leaping over fallen branches and occasionally blasting a redcap out of their path. Yet they had become a distinct second priority after the announcement. He tried to catch a glimpse of Banni or Ronin but couldn't see much than what was directly in front of him. He continued to run, his life depending on it.
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Deleted User	Jun 10 2008, 03:15:48 AM Post #69
Deleted User	Amidst all the commotion, of which Ian was only barely aware of, the grieving Slytherin boy looked up to see a bird--a vulture, actually--strangely magestic despite its ugliness as it sat on a branch in the middle of the battle. It seemed completely undaunted by all the chaos. Oh no... Ian thought, Vultures. They only come when someone is about to die. I guess I'm gonna die now--wait a tick! There are no vultures around here! The naked-headed bird eyed him incredulously, with its head cocked to the side. Its eyes were large and intelligent--not like real carrion birds. The eyes also seemed a bit...familiar, and also comforting. Must be the loss of blood, he thought, I'm finding the approach of death comforting... Oh be quiet! The bird said, though it did not move to speak, You're not going to die! Ian immediately recognized it as the voice of the old woman. ...though you might certainly deserve it..." added the old bird crossly. Not you again...leave me alone. I'm afraid I can't do that. You're stuck with me, and I with you. Trust me, I'm not exactly thrilled about it either. But familial duty calls. ]Family!? I'm not related to a damn bird! I am not a bird. I am a spirit. The spirit of an ancestor of yours. I would tell you my true name, but it is one that now only the wind, and our cousins the porpoises, and of course the Great Spirit can pronounce. You may call me your Aunt Julia, though I am certainly far to old to be your aunt--more like your great-great-great-great aunt. ]Now I KNOW I'm not related to any undersea mammals! Ian was feeling a bit punchy, despite his predicament. He decided that he wasn't even going to comment on the "Great Spirit" part. Ian was an atheist. Of course you are! said the vulture, a little spitefully, But I'll explain that all later. I am here to help you. So what? he thought, disbelievingly. He thought this must be some kind of hallucination from losing blood, You going to get me out of this mess? I'm afraid I can't do that either. I am here to to offer guidance in your journey. You've made many mistakes, done some horrible things, and those mistakes have nearly cost many their lives...and the life one so small has also been taken. In a graceful motion, the vulture spread its massive wingspan, taking flight and landing atop the bloody piece of meat that was once Ian's beloved house elf, Blinkin. You stay away from him! The bird ignored him, poking its beak into the soft meat of the elf. Ian wanted nothing more than to go and smack that ugly bird off of him, but he didn't have the strength. Don't you dare!! But instead of tearing into the corpse, the bird closed its eyes, and there was something so very...somber about its manner: as if it were praying. His soul will reach the beyond. He was a good and graceful creature. The Great Spirit knows this. Do not mourn for him. If Ian had the strength to throw a tantrum, he would have. If he could have reached out and strangled the bird he would have loved to. What the hell was the stupid bird saying? What beyond? What Great Spirit? There was nothing beyond this world. Such things were fairy-tales and dreams. Blinkin was dead, and Ian was responsible for that. Yes, came the old woman's voice again, Yes it is your fault. But will have a chance to redeem yourself. I have but one point of guidance to give as of right now: You will go where you will be most needed, even if it seems you are in a place where you ought not to be. Oh great. Just what he needed, a carrion-eating buzzard that spouts off cryptic statements. Gee, thanks! he thought, annoyed. You're welcome! The vulture flew off gracefully into the darkness, and out of sight. Still convinced that was nothing but the loss of blood, he let his eyes fall closed, drifting into unconsciousness. "Hey!" Came a voice. "Go away, you damn bird. Let me die in piece!" Ian muttered. "HEY! KID!" Ian was shook awake. He groaned, but didn't open his eyes. He felt himself being lifted up. "Mind, I think he has a broken arm," came the voice of a young female--one of Prof. Aphelion's Ravenclaw seventh-years, "We need to get him to the Hospital Wing. Let's go." He was being lead along like a child. He was a child, wasn't he? And he needed to be guided...he needed to allow himself to be guided for once. He'd tried for too long to go it his own way--and look where it got him! Perhaps this was good. Suddenly, Ian was shaken into full consciousness by a booming--and familiar--voice. Is that my--? But it was the warning of Fiendfyre that demanded his full attention. He opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was the edge of the forest, brilliant multicolored lights, and an older young woman with dark hair in pigtails holding him by his good arm to guide him out. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed, "We gotta get out of here!" Self-preservation instincts having kicked in fully, Ian tried harder to move faster, still allowing the seventh year Ravenclaw girl to lead him out of the forest, and onto the battlefield.
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Bellatrix Black	Jun 10 2008, 02:53:41 PM Post #70
Posts: 256 Group: Slytherin Member #278 Joined: Jan 3 2008 Character Age 17 RP Relationship Status Betrothed to Rudolphus Lestrange	Bellatrix Black was never happier to see a bunch of Ravenclaws and Gryffindors in her life as at that moment when they came crashing into view, along with the Halfbreed Professor. Relieved, Bellatrix began making her way towards them....and then... As Bellatrix listened to the announcement and fiendfyre, her blood ran cold...if they were going to scorch the forest....cursing, and going as fast as she could through the sea of dwarves, Bella ran out of the forest, hoping that she would get out in time...
	*Some say the world will end in . . .*


Professor Matthew Concordus	Jun 10 2008, 03:30:08 PM Post #71
Unregistered	Matthew's ears and heart perked up as he heard the deafening announcement, he dropped his bottle and stuffed his wand back into his pocket. Breathing heavily he searched around, students and professor's shadow's could be seen due to the moon. But this was no time to stand and stare at the scene. "Get out, the rest of you! Now! He shouted to the remaining students caught in the forest. Matty legged it for his life out of the forest and into the castle, dragging Eric with him.
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Deleted User	Jun 10 2008, 04:48:37 PM Post #72
Deleted User	With the ever increasing pain in his lacerated legs, Banni continued to fire arrows as rapidly as he could. Blood flowed from the open wounds. There were not as many live Red Caps as there had been moments ago. Many of them had ran towards grounds, along with the students. Ronin and Banni were the last left in the clearing. Unable to stand, Banni resigned himself to being martyred. As long as the others got out, and fought to the very end, he could die with pride. Once again lifting his bow, Ronin began firing arrows at any remaining creature in his sight. His strong arms knocked away several of the foul things as they made to attack him. Still, as he attempted to take out a club-wielding one about 20 feet away, he felt something sharp penetrate the left side of his equine body. The centaur's agonizing screams sounded like a roar, revealing the beast-like part of himself--the other side of the duality of the centaurs' human/best nature; the duality of moral action versus the base desire of an animal nature. It was the part of him which he'd been least in tuned with for the past six years. With a roaring battle cry that was just as fearsome as Ronin's, Banni turned around with all his might and grabbed the offending Red Cap by the head and flung it across the clearing. He would not die like Magorian. He would be more like Ronin if it would save him. Then he heard is battle cry answered. "Bannishtar!" called Ronin, hitting, kicking, and beating his way towards the smaller centaur. "Ronin!" Banni choked, he found it hard to breathe with a Red Cap's knife in his ribs, however, this time, he was afraid to remove it. The larger centaur stood over Banni. "Ronin, the wizards are going to..." "I know," said Ronin, surprisingly calm, "I suppose there's no choice. Come on. Let's go." "No, wait--Gaah!" Ronin had bent down and picked Banni off the ground, throwing the smaller centaur's arm over his shoulders, and causing a tremendous pain to surge in Banni's legs and ribs--where he was gravely injured. Banni grimaced for the pain. Banni heard the faint sound of metal scraping earth. Ronin had picked up Banni's sword in his other hand. "Come on, we're getting out of here," and Ronin began to practically drag Banni through the forest towards the edge. Banni tried to help a bit by moving his only two uninjured legs, "No...damn wizard...is going to get us...like that." Ronin breathed heavily. After all the fighting, and now having to carry one of his own to safety, he was worn out. Together, Banni and Ronin made their way out of the forest.
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Hellius Surla	Jun 10 2008, 08:43:38 PM Post #73
If we see a man glorifying his race, gender, or creed, we can understand there is nothing about himself that deserves glorification. Posts: 3,365 Group: Gryffindor Prefect Member #14 Joined: Jan 3 2007 Age 17 Location California Real Name Cody Character Age 16 RP Relationship Status Single RP Location In the courtyard	Hellius had begun to rest as soon as the red cap had uttered its final breath. He laid back against a tree behind him and stared at the second one that had resulted to sobbing over its own hands that had been entirely annihilated. He had began to watch it, observing its every movements and its entire reaction to having its hands blown apart. The Gryffindor had come to the conclusion that the creatures weren't entirely mindless, and that satisfied him further. Hearing a crack of a twig, Hellius jumped to his feet, but he was outmatched by speed. He was grabbed by the neck and raised off the ground and then pinned against the tree with resounding force. There was a sharp sensation of small points entering the flesh on his neck and from there he felt trickling blood drip down his skin. Being pinned against the tree, Hellius had trouble breathing, but with the sight of his cousin standing there, the anger exploded from within him. Thrashing wildly and trying to free himself of Jacob's grasp, the emotions in the boy were being thrown around along with the two entities inside him. With the combination of both biting at him, he could barely control himself. As Jacob edged his lips next to his ear and whispered taunts to egg him on, Hellius squirmed from the coolness of his cousin's breath. It seemed competely out of the ordinary, and when it came down to it, the Gryffindor doubted that it could happen normally. As Jacob finished, Hellius squirmed more, but he was unable to free himself from his elder cousin's grip. "Pas autant que vous pensez, vous salissez le sac de merde [Not as much as you think, you dirty shit bag]," Hellius hissed back at Jacob, trying to talk through the lack of air that he was recieving. There was a maticulous shaking that made its way through Hellius' body that made him feel absolutely odd. Numerous impulses rolled over him at that particular moment and he raised his wand. "Elementis!" At that moment, shadows pulled themselves from the ground wrapped around Jacob's arms; pulling with all of their strength to separate him from Hellius. There was trouble to do so, but the shadows were finally able to separate the two without causing too many injuries. Hellius fell down to the ground and balanced himself back to his feet. Looking up in surprise, he saw his cousin trying to fight off the shadows which seemed to move with a mind of their own. His eyes quirked and he decided to run as fast as he could away from his cousin and out of the forest.



Fera Collis	Jun 14 2008, 09:04:54 AM Post #74
Fifth Year Posts: 547 Group: Gryffindor Member #293 Joined: Jan 22 2008 Age 15 Location Somewhere...	Fera blocked the majority of the spells, but fell to the ground quickly. She was bleeding like mad, and she was unable to see through her eyes. The red liquid had covered them both. She screamed soundless as a red cap dug its teeth into her face and took a good bite. The same happened to her arm, and her waist. Fera was getting eated alive. The redcap by her face scratched her left eye, before it started burning. Fera was relieved when she heard a bunch of loud, "Reducto!"s. The next thing, she felt some arms grab her, and a soft female voice whispering into her ear. "You're safe now... I'll get you to the Hospital Wing." Fera tried to utter a 'thanks', but just gargled due to the blood. While being carried to safety, she even heard small whispers, 'Poor child, looks like a monster... Sheer luck she survived'. What had happened to Ferania Collis now?



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