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Post by Darius Valentinus on Mar 21, 2011 0:06:18 GMT 1
Darry saw blood in class earlier and very nearly lost control. It was bad enough he craved to chew on people without blood soaking them, they really had to taunt him be letting themselves spill open during his favorite lessons. Of course, Darry had run to the owlery. He didn't know why at first but he understood when he saw the birds. Darry reached up and took one around its body. Before Darry could stop himself he bit into its neck and began to drain the owls blood. Darry finished and held the dead snow owl in both hands. He looked down at it, blood running down his chin. Darry let himself fall backward into the wall. He slumped against the wall. A vacant expression on his face. He was unsure how to feel. Unsure if he should feel.
Darry heard someone approaching so he chucked the bird out the window and wiped his chin with his cloak. Darry stood and threw the brilliantly-crafted purple cloak out of the same window. He threw his hair back with a hand and straightened his yellow robes. He glared at the door, half wanting to feed on whoever it was and half desiring to kiss them. He knew he didn't want to be idle anymore at least. Though he was sure that would be the case.
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Post by Kynthia Boulais on Mar 26, 2011 3:25:43 GMT 1
Kynthia pushed the door to the castle open and looked outside. She could see the owlery. She knew her parents would be upset if she got a wand without their permission. Her father was absolute in his honesty. If she were to withhold information from him, he would be very angry. Someone behind her scolded her for letting the cold in. Kynthia looked back at the person who scowled back at her. Kynthia hurried through the door and shut it quickly. It did not seem too chilly to her though she wore only a pair of short trousers and a thin cotton shirt. Kynthia procedded toward the owlery. As she gazed at it an owl apparently fell from a window to the ground. Kynthia's eyes widened in shock. She ran toward the owl and realized that it was already dead. Cherry glared down at her white owl sadly. Her mother had paid all the money she had for the poor owl. It was the only one her family could afford. Cherry collapsed to her knees, tears welling in her eyes. She lifted the owl off the ground and noticed it was bitten. As she sat next to the owlery cradling the dead Celeste in her arms, a purple cloak fell over her and covered her completely.
Kynthia took the large cloak off of her, she was sobbing quite a bit by now. She realized the cloak must have been very expensive. She also noted the splotches of blood on the purple fabric. Kynthia wrapped her owl in the cloak carefully. She put the bundle under her arm and looked up at the afternoon sky. Clouds covered the entire sky blocking the sun completely. Cherry kept going over to the owlery stairs, not knowing how she would confront Celeste's killer but she figured something had to be done.
Kynthia reached the door at the top of the stair and opened it. She walked in with her head bowed. She was still teary-eyed but made no sound. Kynthia lifted her head and gazed at Darius coldly. He was larger than her and his scent was hardly pleasant. She wondered how far he had come just to attend Hogwarts. He did not seem to belong to any ethnicity she had ever seen. "Why?!" Kynthia shrieked at him, holding the bundled owl up to his attention. Despite her tone, she did not look angry or severe in the least.
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Post by Darius Valentinus on Mar 27, 2011 18:13:10 GMT 1
Darius was gazing at the girl's feet as she entered. As she moved closer to him, Darius took a half-step backward. As expected, he was too scared to do anything. His hands trembled with the desire to feed. He ignored the bundle she held out to him. Her words could only be heard by the living owls among them, for Darius had fallen deaf in his blood lust and anxiety. Darius could not care to identify the girl beyond the fact that he thought she'd be easy prey. 'Why had he come here? It was so obvious this would happen,' Darius thought to himself in his sane mind's last desperate attempt at reason. He knew that his father wanted him to massacre this school. That was the only reason the man had taken a witch to bed. So that he could get a monster into Hogwarts or Durmstrang.
Darius finally looked up at Kynthia. His expression was more of fear than anger or intimidation. His father would have knocked him to the floor with a blow with the back of his hand if he saw him now. As he always did. Darius grew angry at Kynthia and his expression changed with his mood; how dare this useless girl make him feel insecure. He had to force himself to stay his hand with even harsher persuasion. He was weak, abandoned. His father set him here at school to be hunted.
Darius realized his cloak was in her hands. He reached out and took it in one hand. Grasping it only at a part. "Thank you." He did not realize she had wrapped the bird in it because he had not heard her accusing demand. When Darius lifted the cloak from her hand, the dead owl fell out of the lump of cloth and rolled onto the floor. Darius followed the dead beast with his gaze. He lost control again and before even being sure of her exact position, Darius lunged forward with an hand outstretched to smite the girl. He bellowed loudly that the side of the castle might hear, "What is this insult!"
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Post by Kynthia Boulais on Mar 28, 2011 8:37:04 GMT 1
Kynthia was angry with Darius. By the look of his dress and definately his abandoned cloak, Darius was not short of gold. Kynthia was taught not to trust those with riches because they always desired more riches and cared nothing for the feelings of others. She saw this preconcieved perception of his character brilliant displayed in his face. He ignored her and her troubles. The possibility of his innocence never came to Kynthia's mind however. She glared at him and began to sob again. She looked at the purple cloth in her hand and wept for her dead owl.
She would not realise Darius' own suffering, being far too distracted by her own sorrow. Kynthia was betrayed by and so left the only lover she had ever known at the beginning of that year. Her professors complained that she was failing. Although Kynthia could be prone to crying fits, her spirit always remain. With the death of Celeste, her owl. She did not think she could make an emotional recovery this time.
Kynthia felt the bundle slip from her hand. She looked up at Darius coldly. He dropped her murdered owl onto the floor. Kynthia winced as the bird hit the floor. She grew angry with Darius and ever angrier when he took the presence of the dead bird as an insult to himself. Kynthia realized the older boy's movement right away. With a swiftness unmatched by any witch or wizard, Cherry dodged his assault. She seized Darius' forearm and twisted to pull him into his own misguided charge. Kynthia pulled the larger Hufflepuff using his own momentum against him into her outstretched leg.
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Post by Darius Valentinus on Mar 31, 2011 6:51:22 GMT 1
Darius had never suspected that anyone attending this school would ever be able to fight him with a fair chance. That was probably how he'd leapt into Kynthia's counter so easily. He had never seen someone attempt to evade a strike, what she did and her ability to do it put his head in a spin alone. As he was rolled to the ground on his face, Darius was back onto his feet quickly. He now realized that there was more to Kynthia than just the under-sized girl she appeared to be. He stood and gazed at the werewolf coldly. "Have you been crying? Heh." Darius was utterly stunned with confusion at this point.
He finally broke his trance and took a step away from Kynthia. "Why did you do that? You've gotten my clothes all dirt. Did you think I was really going to hit you?" Darius knew that hitting Kynthia had been his intention. But that was before he cared to realize she was more than human. "You're not following me, are you?" Darius raised an eyebrow at Kynthia. It hadn't been the first time someone had chased him for his exotic appearance.
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Post by Kynthia Boulais on Apr 1, 2011 20:29:28 GMT 1
Kynthia wasn't surprised to see Darius get back up so fast. She'd never meant to damage him. She didn't think she could anyway. Even as unskilled as he was at fighting, he was still much larger and stronger. There was nothing stopping him from continuing his assault, though she suspected that he hadn't had much of a plan against her anyway. "Insult?" Kynthia looked down and shivered lightly. She and her owl were obviously insignificant in his eyes. As she turned to retrieve her owl, Cherry wondered what was important to him. Surely, gold and servants. But perhaps, Darius was more than just a rich kid. He did not seem to belong to Slytherin at least, donning a purple cloak and a yellow robe. Kynthia put her owl to her chest and turned back to Darius. "You are the insult. To nature and decent folk. And yes, I have been."
Kynthia pulled her now deceased bird, Celeste, out in front of her to gaze at it sadly. "You were going to, until I embarassed you." Kynthia wiped dirt from her precious friend. She could not think of why she had come to confront Darius, she knew she would not do anything to him. She now wanted to leave. Possibly to report him. "You've killed my owl. I came to see who you are. So that I can report you to Hufflepuff."
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Post by Darius Valentinus on May 16, 2011 23:49:40 GMT 1
Darius was stunned. He would never admit to having been sobbing so brazenly. Though he did quite alot. Darius stepped away from Kynthia. He knew she was right about him. Such a thought had also been on his own mind for quite some time. He put his head in his hands and backed away to a wall. A feral part of him just wanted to kill her thinking such an action could put the painful thoughts and memories to rest.
Darius looked up at her after she spoke of turning him in for owl murder. He had ignored everything else she said. He had a tendacy to ignore speakers and people who stared or glared at him. "If they found out what I am, I'd have to massacre the entire castle. It is what I am meant to do. What I was bred to do. I have little control over my actions." With his confession, Darius began to sob himself. He fell back and sat against the wall. He pulled his coat over his eyes. "Leave me," he strained between wet sobs. "I am cursed!" Darius really didn't have much control over his actions. His father, in fact, had more control of Darius than Darius did of himself. By simply knowing the nature of Darius' illness. Darius struggled with himself on the floor. Kynthia's presence angered him and he was finding it very difficult to keep from maiming her. Though she had already shown that she could defend herself from his mindless charges quite easily.
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Post by Kynthia Boulais on May 26, 2011 19:17:24 GMT 1
Kynthia watched the writhing form of Darius from afar. She felt sorrow for him but knew that he was much better off left for dead. It was not only his illness, though she was quite aware of the volatility of such a curse, but he did not seem stable. He seemed tortured and all that he said confirmed that suspicion. His father or whoever had put him in this state, had obviously hated this school or the people in it. Kynthia was surprised at how well she understood the plot, though Darius had essentially spelled it out for her. She sighed and kneeled to the floor to pull the older boy's cloak toward her. She wrapped her owl in it again. She did not think it was wrong to do so, Darius had already discarded the cloak twice now. Besides, by the look of his robes, he had many to spare or the ability to purchase more.
Kynthia left the bundled owl on the floor and approached Darius. The thought that she had lost her mind came to her, as she knelt again by his side. She placed a hand on his arm gently. "You aren't the only one, you know. There are others. We're all unique in our own way, I suppose. But we all suffer." Kynthia withdrew her hand suddenly as she turned her head back towards her owl that was now dead. Pain and hatred welled up inside her. 'Why was she comforting him?' Kynthia wondered. He had made it plain that he wished to be alone. Perhaps it would be best to leave. Kynthia turned her gaze back to Darius, meaning to vilify him further. But as she looked at him there weeping, she could only feel pity for him. She grew angry with herself for such a feeling towards her owl's murderer but it was easily ignored.
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Post by Darius Valentinus on Jun 1, 2011 22:09:52 GMT 1
Darius lay, halfway lying on the floor and leaning on the wall. He grew colder and angrier as he thought about his life and trials. Every moment of every day, he had the temptation to devour his classmates looming over him. He was forced to prevent himself, knowing he would lose his place at the school and be killed. He could not leave the school for the same reason, only that his father would be behind them instead of his fellow wizards. The sun's rays were also always a constant annoyance. They seemed to nibble on any bare flesh he let them touch. He knew that was nothing to what his father would endure in sunlight, but it bothered him all the same.
By the time Kynthia had made her way over to him, Darius had begun mumbling to himself. As though trying to calm himself down. He continued to shake with his wimpering however. He felt her touch her and Darius spun on the floor and removed his arm from his face to gaze at Kynthia with a mix of remorse and shame. His body loosened its tension and he collapsed further along the wall so that his head was the only thing upon the wall. He looked towards the owlery's roof. He noticed that Kynthia had drawn her hand back. He could smell her repulsion and fear and soon forgot his regretfulness. Darius' body tensed again.
He was still and silent for a moment. She was looking across the room at something. Darius did not move until he saw that she was turning her head. With such speed, he rose to sit and grasped at Kynthia's throat. Within the same moment he was climbing to his feet in such a haste that he must have been a blur. He felt his excess energy leave him with the effort however. Though he held his grip tight as he lifted Kynthia off the ground by her neck. "Deceit! I'll hear none of your treacherous words!" Darius let her down, so that she was at eye-level with him but not completely. He put his nose to her's with rage etched on his now darkened face. An instant later, he dropped her. Darius watched as Kynthia collapsed. He did not offer her space. He merely watched her with a cold scowl. He did not care if this act was the end of him.
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Post by Kynthia Boulais on Dec 8, 2011 8:59:01 GMT 1
Despite her heightened senses, Kynthia did not detect Darius' movements until he was upon her. She made to struggle but his strength was such that she was lifted off her feet and pressed for precious air almost instantly. Her struggle was feeble. Her eyes blurred as they filled with moisture. Her chest heaved with its struggle to find some air. As her last ounce of energy was spent, Kynthia felt a sharp pain throughout her entire body. Her lungs were able to finally grasp at their goal. Kynthia's senses returned to her slowly, though the pain of being dropped had always been there.
She was lying on her side. But her chest and face were against the cold floor. Kynthia forgot the pain as she slowly began to crawl in what she hoped was away from the demented boy. She found a wall and climbed up it and turned her head to face Darius. She found him staring at her. She struggled against the wall to turn herself toward the rest of the room, but it spun and her movements seemed to make the feeling worse.
After a full moment of struggling with herself, Kynthia stopped. The halt in his assault brought her hope which cleared her head. Kynthia knew she was just as helpless as the owl she had loved so much. It was hardly believable that her life was finally over. She had always thought of being killed, but not like this or at Hogwarts.
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