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Post by LUCIAN ILLIUM JAXON on Jul 13, 2011 21:19:24 GMT -6
Why did his mind insist on playing tricks with him? Maybe it was because of the upcoming full moon. It didn’t mean he still couldn’t curse his own brain. How could it tease him like that, with the picture of her and the memories of the past? It had been doing that a lot lately and he was beginning to wonder if he should just let the wolf's animalistic nature completely take over. He wouldn’t have to see the image of her again. He shouldn’t feel anything for her, after all she had been the first to leave him, his own god damned best friend.
A deep snarl emitted from his throat as he stormed out of the castle doors, he couldn’t...wouldn’t think of her anymore. There was no point, it wasn’t going to bring her back, it wouldn’t change the past 7 years. His feet took him straight to the edge of the forbidden forest. Soon, he thought, soon he would be able to roam around in there, free of anything and everyone. No thinking, just hunting and hoping killing. That what he needed right now, his wolf to come out and take him away.
He leaned against a tree, the rough bark dug into his back, making him uncomfortable. Unclasping the Hufflepuff robe, he slid his arms out of it and threw it to the ground. Why'd he get sent to the stupid house of cream puffs, he thought, his eyes glaring daggers at the Hufflepuff crest on the robe. He was no Hufflepuff; he had no compassion in him, apart from a couple of people. He would have done well in Slytherin, too well actually, especially with the majority of Greybacks in that house. Werewolves, his own kin, he had no problems with them, it was everyone else.
His eyes turned to the darkness of the forest, would anyone actually care if he slipped in and didn’t return. It was tempting. Turning his body, he faced the dark cool forest, a gentle breeze blowing towards the trees almost like the forest was telling him to come, to join it. Taking a deep breath, Lucian took a step forward and paused, was that a cracking of a twig he heard, were they footsteps approaching? Making a snap decision, he rounded the nearest thick tree and hid, whoever it was didn’t need to see him entering the forest. He glanced at the ground, damn it forgot to pick up his robe, hopefully no one would see it.
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Post by vasilisa on Jul 27, 2011 17:35:08 GMT -6
The night was young. The sun had not completely set but the moon was starting to rise but neither thing interested the Slytherin girl as she walked across the cold ground toward the forbidden forest. The conversations being held in the common room had turn bland in her perspective, so she left without a final word as to where she was headed. Vasilisa was often quite bored with her life always having to act a certain way depending on who was around her. Why couldn't she be herself? Not even her friends knew her all that well, it was a saddening thought but there was no solution to the problem without exposing who she truly was. Vasilisa would have to continue on to be a hateful, unemotional being that she portrayed. It was simple enough but tiresome and most of the time unentertaining.
Being a person who was never amused by anything but violence made Vasilisa seem as if she didn't have a soul or heart to offer anyone and in all honesty she didn't. Her heart had been beaten into a small withering muscle, almost like a dying leave hanging on to it's tree with a final thread. Father dearest had made sure that her heart only served one purpose, which was to keep her alive to become a perfect pureblood witch, something she honestly wanted nothing to do with. But over the year she had grown tired and miserable after each punishment her father saw fit to give her. That torture almost turned her into the type of person her father wanted her to be, but she had hope left in her; in that tiny thread that her heart still held onto.
That hope came from the memories of her past. When at such a tender age she had no problem being disobedient toward her father. She would sneak out of her prison to play with a boy down the street named Lucian Jaxon; a muggleborn. Of course muggleborns were completely off limits to a young pureblood witch who was suppose to grow up supporting the blood wars in favor of her family's type, but instead she would rather spend her time with a boy who, in her fathers words, was nothing more than a filthy untalented mudblood. But such words Vasilisa tried hard to ignore and was on the right track of being a friendly all loving girl until the day everything changed.
A year before she was to attend Hogwarts Vasilisa and Lucian were attacked by a werewolf. It was the last day she would ever see him for Lucian told her to run off. Vasilisa ran home, scared for Lucian, and angry that she was not old enough to know magic to save him. Vasilisa ran home in tears begging her mother to help Lucian but her father had over heard her and Vasilisa was punished for feeling anything toward a muggleborn.
The edge of the forest was beneath her feet. Vasilisa's memories had carried her all the way to the tree line. "Hopefully something can distract me. Anything would do." Vasilisa said to herself before taking another step within the forest. Her foot hit a twig which snapped in two and Vasilisa simply looked at its broken form with a small smirk on her face.
Vasilisa's attention was taken away from the twig she had just crushed to the rustling sound that was normally caused by movement. Her eyes scanned the tree tops and the forest floor. Nothing was in sight, untill..was that a robe? Vasilisa walked over to it slowly trying to make as little noise as possible. She looked down at the clump of black material which had a Hufflepuff crest upon it. "A simple little hufflepuff has ventured into the dark forest, how strange." She said picking up a stick and shoving it underneath the robe. Raising the stick up slowly the robe followed suit and hung from the stick. Vasilisa wouldn't dare touch something so filthy, which wasn't just referring to the dirt on it. "Probably got eaten by something in here." She said with amusement in her voice. "Sure the world is better off without them since they were ignorant enough to step foot in here." she said, tossing the robes back to the ground and dropping the stick.
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Post by LUCIAN ILLIUM JAXON on Jul 29, 2011 23:54:15 GMT -6
The werewolf leaned his head back, letting it rest on the tree, hoping that whoever was out there would simply walk on by and leave him to his self induced solitude. He didn’t like interacting much, he didn’t want the prejudice or the pity from others and he especially didn’t need friends, people that would only hurt him later on in life. He had learnt that the hard way but he had silently vowed that he would never be hurt again, that he would be the one to hurt others. He had locked up most of his emotions and fed the rest with anger and rage. So much could come from those 2 little things.
He wanted very much to disappear into the forest for the rest of the school year. So what if he didn’t finish the last two years, a few often dropped out after they finished their OWLs. He would have been one of those people if it hadn’t been for his mother urging him to finish school and make her proud. He sighed softly, he was torn in two, his mother wanted him to finish and he wanted to run away from the school and from schoolwork.
From the moment he heard the first word come from the person nearby, his blood froze. It couldn’t be her, it just couldn’t. He shut his eyes and bit his lip, welcoming the much needed pain to momentarily stop his mind from playing tricks. It was probably some random student, he thought, her voice was all in his head. But as soon as she spoke again, his blood ran from cold to boiling. Who the hell was she calling simple and little? He wanted to very much show her otherwise, but he remained hidden. Got eaten, ha who would want to eat a werewolf, of course she probably didn’t know he was one. His hands curled into fists, nails digging into his flesh, causing half moons to appear on his palm. Ignorant, he was not ignorant. Perhaps when he thought he was just a normal human boy but not now.
Stepping out from his spot behind the tree, he stood facing her, trying to intimidate her. His eyes and mind where once more playing tricks on him for where she stood he saw his best friend, the young child version of her. He felt like he was a child himself, wanting to run up and laugh and play with her, but things had changed and this was not the girl he once knew. He blinked and the image disappeared, leaving just the two of them now.
"Perhaps you are the ignorant one," he spat out, "Being alone near the forest, something or someone might mistake you for dinner." He licked his lips to emphasise his words. He looked at his robe, noticing that they were dirtier than before. Taking the few steps towards the robe, he picked them up and slung them over his shoulder, sending a shower of dirt to fall to the ground as he retreated back those few steps, back towards the forest, his eyes never leaving her.
"Why don't you run along back to the castle little girl and leave things that don't concern you alone," he sneered at her, hoping she'd just leave without another word said, "Last chance girlie." Calling her a little girl probably wasn’t the smartest idea to get her to cooperate, but he was hoping that his mere presence would intimidate her enough to leave, otherwise who knows what would happen to her if she stayed out here alone with him.
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Post by vasilisa on Aug 1, 2011 19:25:14 GMT -6
Vaslisa quickly wiped her hands together to get the dirt off them from the stick she had just tossed down. "Gross." She muttered to herself as she looked at her hands. All the dirt wouldn't come off, she would just have to wait until she was tired of the forest enough to go back to the castle and do a proper washing of her hands. Trying to ignore the dirt she could feel beneath her nails she wondered what she could get into now. Finding the robe had been a short lived interest but seeing as there was no one attached the robe to either torment of speak with there was nothing left in this section of the forest.
Then, as Vasilisa was turning to leave, someone came out from behind a tree looking over Vasilisa. At first it seemed as if he was trying to scare her by the look in his eyes and for a split second in change but the mean look was back in his eyes before she could even blink. It seemed as if the Hufflepuff had been offended by what she said. That didn't bother her none, at least he had backbone enough to say something about it and amuse her for however long this encounter lasted. "First off I'm not ignorant. Secondly wouldn't that rule apply to you too? Or is your head so far up your arse that you think you are above the rules." Vasilisa spat, crossing her arms over her chest.
She couldn't help but smirk as the guy claimed his robe and a big cloud of dirt fell from it as he slung it over his shoulder. "Fits you perfectly." She said with a sneer. It was quite entertaining that this Hufflepuff really thought he had any chance against her. She almost laughed at the absurdness of the idea. "Matters that don't concern me? Where did you get the idea that I was concerned about whether a lonely pathetic Hufflepuff was out in the forest. Clearly you missed the meaning of the words I spoke earlier." Vasilisa said.
Vasilisa was angry that he dared speak to her in such a manner. "You don't have any authority to give me a final warning. Now be on your way before I really have to silence you." Vasilisa said, unafraid of the challenge that hung in the air. She could handle her own.
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Post by LUCIAN ILLIUM JAXON on Aug 1, 2011 20:06:46 GMT -6
Yes she was ignorant, did she not know that she was talking to a werewolf, and not just any werewolf, but one that loved the anger, the hatred and the power that came with it. He smirked when she spoke asking if the rule applied to him as well before continuing on by asking if his head was too far up his arse. A deep laughter emitted from him. Oh how wrong that girl was.
"Has it ever crossed that small little brain of yours that perhaps I’m at home in the forest, not everyone is as human as they appear to be," he replied back, his tone was harsh, yet he didn’t care. If this girl wanted to test him, then she would have put a target on her own back. He didn’t care who he bit during the full moon, as long as others shared the pain that he went through, no matter whether they wanted to become a werewolf of not.
Fits him perfectly, of course the robe fitted him perfectly, it was his after all. Stupid bloody idiot, he cursed her silently. Or was she talking about the dirt? Well dirt was nothing to him, not when he ran on it during the full moons. Lonely pathetic Hufflepuff, oh she had the lonely part and that was the part that he liked, but pathetic, she obviously had him confused with herself. This girl sure talked a lot and it reminded him of his once best friend, she could often talk his ear off but he would never have changed her for the world. But this girl in front of him was just getting annoying, how could anyone put up with her constant blabbering?
Well it seemed like it wasn’t hard to get her angry, and he loved that. Women were always quicker to anger, well in his opinion anyways. He didn’t have any authority to tell her off, oh if only tonight was a full moon, she would have listened to him and left. Did she have a death wish or something; still silly little girls should always run from him.
"Silence me? Are you trying to threaten me, because it isn’t working, stupid little girl, " he spoke, "Don't you know that no one tries to threaten a werewolf and gets away with it."
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Post by vasilisa on Aug 2, 2011 19:33:50 GMT -6
Vasilisa could feel the fury all the way down to her toes. It took everything in her power to stop her hands from shaking, she didn't want to show that type of weakness. Anger was not always an advantage, it could actually blind her and make her weaknesses more accessible. Vasilisa needed to be calm, cool, and collected in such matters but almost all her life she had been extremely angry and it was hard for her to control. Taking a deep breath, she counted in her head trying to calm her nerves, which were a wreck and ready to explode. Her eyes stayed on the boy the entire time she hadn't dared to close them just in case he tried to attack her while she wasn't paying attention.
"Excuse me, just because I'm a Slytherin doesn't mean I'm dim witted. Plus the entire school knows of the monsters that live within the forest. That isn't a new fact, you stupid puff." Vasilisa hissed. She despised those who thought she was dull just because of her house, she had worked hard for the grades she earned. Not that she always showed up to class on time or at all but she did work hard and didn't want to be compared to the likes of some of her house mates.
The fact that the forbidden forest was filled with many creatures of the night didn't bother her that much. There was only one creature in the forest that terrified her which was a werewolf. But in all the years she had been in the forest she hadn't run into one that wasn't someone from the school who wouldn't dare to harm her. Vasilisa was pretty sure that this boy wasn't a werewolf, at least not one that was known to her. Vasilisa usually knew about all the werewolves because she didn't want to get close to them.
Vasilisa stood glaring at the Hufflepuff who seemed to have a back bone waiting for him to make his next move. But the words that spilled out of his mouth took her by surprise and fear crossed her eyes. Her body, which had been in a hard stance, almost feel limp. Her hands began to tremble for an entirely different reason. "You're lying." She said in a flat tone with a hint of shakiness to her voice. Vasilisa took a step back and tried hard to fight the memories the flooded her mind at being near a werewolf. She could feel her eyes watering slightly but she rapidly blinked the unshed tears away.
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Post by LUCIAN ILLIUM JAXON on Aug 4, 2011 6:28:47 GMT -6
Slytherin, the house he believed he was meant to be in, not the stupid house that had the 'leftovers'. He was nothing like a scrape of meat that was pushed aside; he would not be compared to food in any way. There was absolutely no compassion in him, at least not for the idiots that roamed the corridors of Hogwarts. There were only three people he cared for, one had disappeared out of his life, one had been forced to leave him and the third was discriminated by magical people because she was a squib. He laughed at her, oh yes she was dim witted, telling him that everyone knew that monsters lived in the forest, if only she knew, he thought and why not tell her, let her live in fear, he thought.
"Yea I know, I’m one of those monsters," the evil smile appearing on his face. He loved the fear of people, loved watching them shake in their boots, the expression on their faces and some that just simply ran. Oh it was the best thing in the world.
Two little words were all that came out of her mouth. Where was the feisty girl he had been talking to just moments ago, all that was left was someone that seemed afraid of him. Well she should be, but it was quite a change in her. It took some of his fun away; he was quiet enjoying her mouthing off at him. So when he saw her take a step back, he took one towards her.
"Lying she says," he spoke, "Would you care to test that out on a full moon?" he chuckled, taking yet another step closer to her. Was that fear he saw in her eyes. Surely she couldn’t be afraid of a werewolf, one in human form. Oh how joyous this day was becoming.
"Why would I lie about something I have been for the past seven years?" he asked her, only trying to confirm that he was indeed a werewolf.
"You're not scared of me now, are you girlie?" he asked, almost mocking and teasing her. And she thought he was a stupid Hufflepuff, well she ought to find out who she wanted to mouth off at first.
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Post by vasilisa on Aug 7, 2011 19:56:31 GMT -6
Fear coursed through her body, no other emotion mattered, she could feel nothing else. One sure and confident, Vasilisa had fallen to a weak and frightful little girl before the werewolf's eyes. She knew such monsters existed in the forest but in all the years she had traversed between the trees she had never encountered such a creature. A typical Hufflepuff was nothing to fear and Vasilisa did not recognize this boy who claimed to be one of those creatures who changed with the moon. Vasilisa had always been conscious enough to make a list of the werewolves within the school and some how this lowly Hufflepuff had missed her radar. Not that Vasilisa was out to keep track of them all in order to harm them she just wanted to stay far away from them. Even the name seemed cause the memories to push through to the front of her brain, flashing before her as if she was in that moment as a by stander.
A soft breeze blew through the forest and the Slytherin girl stood there trembling which was not caused by the wind. She wanted to shout, to be strong, but nothing would come out of her mouth. It was as if her mouth had went completely dry. She opened her mouth to produce some sound, she wasn't above screaming, but nothing came out. Vasilisa closed her mouth tight making her plump lips almost turn into a thin line. Her eyes were wide with fear. As much as she wanted to hide how terrified she was Vasilisa had no control over her body. She was sure she was about to have a panic attack.
Seven years? She thought to herself. It was the only thought she had besides for running away. Seven years ago was the night of the attack she had been able to escape due to her best friend, Lucian, telling her to run home, which she did reluctantly. It was all too much for Vasilisa. To be standing here in the forbidden forest alone with her biggest fear standing mere feet from her and to constantly be reminded on the night her life changed forever. It overwhelmed the girl as her intake of breath began to speed up. Her hand grasped her chest, she could not breathe. As much air as she took in it felt as if her lungs had an immense leak for it was never enough.
"I...can't....breathe...." She said as Vasilisa slowly fell to the cold hard ground. Soon the werewolf would pounce on her, devour her, as was the natural nature of those beasts. Spots began to form before her eyes, she was truly going to die here. She prayed that she would pass due to lack of oxygen before the werewolf made a move on her. Vasilisa laid on the grown and tried to pull the images the made her happy. Lucian's face came to the forefront of her mind. His bright smile, shaggy dark brown hair, and the happy spark in his eyes. She closed her eyes tight trying to savor the image before she would pass. Tears steaming down her eyes as she whisper one last thing "I'm sorry Lucian."
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Post by LUCIAN ILLIUM JAXON on Aug 7, 2011 23:12:35 GMT -6
theres a thunder in our hearts baby  so much hate for the ones we love TAG: VASILISA MACNAIR WORDS: 513 ONE LAST THING: I ISH LOVING THESE TWO.
The fear that came off her was in tidal waves, getting stronger and stronger by the second and damn it smelt delicious. He believed that fear made the meat taste all the more sweeter and with the amount coming from this girl, she should be the most sweetest thing he had tasted. He should tie her up to a tree and wait until the full moon where he could devour her completely.
Something wasn’t quite right though. She had grown quiet, too quiet. A breeze blew and he swore he could have seen her trembling. It wasn’t that cold of a breeze, he thought. The wolf within him was loving every minute of it, but her reaction reminded him of seven years ago, it was almost the same reaction he had gotten from her. Her hand flew to her chest before she spoke about not being able to breathe. She had been breathing fine before. His wolf was urging him to put her out of her misery. If she were an animal, a pet, it would have been the right thing to do, it stop its suffering but she was a person and so for once in his life he ignored the nagging of his wolf. Oh the wolf didn’t like it, it clawed at him wanting out, wanting to taste the sweet meat in front of him. He's eyes watched as she slumped to the ground. Maybe she was serious, that she had a problem with her, maybe she was having a heart attack.
Lucian glanced around, there was no one even remotely close, they were completely alone. He took a tentative step forward. She spoke only three words, but then made him recoil as if she had hit him with a powerful spell. He tripped over, landing on his butt. How did she know his name? If she didn’t know he was a werewolf there was no possible way for her to know unless... No he thought, his best friend was no witch, she was a normal muggle and she was gone. Getting to his hands and knees, he ignored the ache in his butt as well as the snarling wolf inside was ignored. He crawled over to her and peered down at her face, his mind once more showing the little girl's face. It couldn’t be, could it?
"Vasilisa," he whispered as the little girl's face vanished, leaving only the face of the girl beside him. He saw the similarities between them. Reaching over touched her hair, brushing it from her face. How could he have been stupid enough not to realise who this was? Something fell from his eyes and it took him a moment to realise they were tears. Seven years, that was how long he had gone without crying or have feelings for anyone besides his mother.
"Vivi," he resorted to the nickname he used for her as a child, as silent tears rolled down his face. She could not die, damn it, he cursed, why'd he have to go and scare the hell out of her.
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Post by vasilisa on Aug 8, 2011 0:17:41 GMT -6
The forest floor was flickering in and out of her vision as if her eyes were a light bulb about to die. Vasilisa was terrified which wasn't a comforting feeling for someone who thought she was going to die alone out in the forbidden forest. Would anyone find her body or would there be nothing left of it to find? Her mother would be devastated but Vasilisa was unsure if he father would truly care other than that another pure blood witch had died. Laying in the dirt she was left with nothing to soothe her fears away. Even her own best friends wouldn't miss her that much it was as if her life didn't matter. All Vasilisa wished for was to see Lucian one more time before she died even if she the way it would happen would be the scariest to her. Peace would be found looking at his face one last time to know that he was alright and had made it to safety away from the werewolf that had attacked them seven years ago.
The blonde girl panted heavily trying to catch her breath that wouldn't fill her lungs. Surely this was a panic attack, she just needed to breathe. Apart of her wanted to give up, let it be by her own choice that she did not take another breath. At least she would have some control over the situation. Maybe the werewolf wouldn't eat something that it hadn't killed. Vasilisa was quite unaware of what werewolves actually did, she had wished she went to class during the week of the werewolf lesson in defense against dark arts but she had avoided it at all costs not wanting to remember the tragic day her life had changed.
Where ever the Hufflepuff werewolf was Vasilisa was completely unaware until she heard a small thump. She looked over to see the form of the boy sitting on the ground as if he fell over, but the image flickered as her brain was lacking oxygen. Vasilisa was growing tired but she forced herself to look around praying that someone had found them and would save her from a premature death. Her name hung in the air. Was someone here? Possibly this boy could not know her name.
With someone new to focus on slowly her lungs seemed to be able to hold air a bit longer before whooshing out of her. Each deep breath stabled her vision along with all her other senses. But she was almost put back to square one when she heard her long forgotten nickname Vivi. No one had called her that in years, at least not with such a tone. Alexis Adams used to say it when they grew up together in a teasing one but this, coming from this boy reminding her of Lucian. It couldn't be the boy she had loved most of her life, had played with at much as possible, or the boy she had a huge hole in her heart due to his absence.
Pushing herself up Vasilisa sat up leaning against a near by tree. The werewolf was so close to her when she looked up she paused; stunned. His hand reached for her and brushed her tangled hair from her face. She wanted to fall into his hand and feel his touch after being without it for seven full years but he was not the same Lucian as her childhood vision saw, he was a monster now. "Lucian Jaxon?" She asked, her voice shaky. "It can't be you....I thought you were..." Vasilisa couldn't bring herself to say the word dead. In the pass seven years Vasilisa had always hoped to find him but she knew deep down she had a part of her believing that he was dead. Gone forever but now he was right in front of her and she didn't know what to say even though she had imagine this reunion a million times over. This was nothing like her dreams.
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Post by LUCIAN ILLIUM JAXON on Aug 8, 2011 0:56:00 GMT -6
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: VASILISA MACNAIR WORDS: 448 ONE LAST THING: N/A.
It was a relief to see that she wasn’t dead. Her chest rose and fell slowly with every breath she tried taking in; although he didn’t think she was getting enough air. Looking at her, someone would have assumed she was sleeping, even afraid, she looked peaceful. And then she moved, it was a good sign, a wonderful sign as she sat up and leaned against a tree. Maybe she was just had a panic attack but her voice was still shaky, she wasn’t completely over it, it seemed.
To hear his name come from the girl he thought had purposely left him, it was unbelievable. All he could do was nod. This time he felt like his own throat had closed up, his tongue was dry and he couldn’t speak. Seeing her brought back all those memories. He tried to swallow but felt as if his throat had turned to sandpaper. Lucian was not one to have any sort of panic attack, nor was he one to fall ill, but Vasilisa, she done something to him, it was like with her recognising him had brought back his emotions and along with that, a part of his heart. He was thankful that he was still on the ground, fearing that his legs would have given out from under him if he were standing. She had no need to finish the sentence of hers; he already knew what she was going to say. He too believed he had died that night, only to find he had woken up in a hospital the first thought had been of her, wondering if she had been safe. Well his question was finally answered, yes his friend was safe.
"It’s me," were the only words he could manage to speak as he tried to control the fresh emotions that ran through him. They were making the wolf angry, it was demanding for blood. How could the wolf be so cruel, wanting him to kill an old friend of him, it was unthinkable. No he refused to allow the wolf to win this time, he would protect her like he had seven years ago.
Lucian scrambled backwards, wanting to put distance between them. He had become the thing that had attacked them; he had to protect her from himself. His back hit a tree, scratching against the scars he already had. A constant reminder of what he was. Digging his nails in the palm of his hands, he refused to look at her, it was best if she left him, kept thinking that he was dead. Fresh tears threatened to fall from his eyes and so he closed them curling up into a ball.
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Post by vasilisa on Oct 5, 2011 15:24:51 GMT -6
Vasilisa blinked multiple times trying to clear her vision. All this had to be a dream; a hallucination. Either way this ghost from Vasilisa's past could not be before her now. Even if everything else were real and she happened to find herself in the forbidden forest facing opposite a werewolf there was no chance that said werewolf was her old best friend. The very one that had vanished from her life after a werewolf tried to attack them. With her back against the tree she kept glancing over a the Hufflepuff boy who seemed to now her. He knew her old nickname, the very one the person he reminded her of used to call her. It all felt too surreal.
The silence was deafening. A slight rustle of the trees could be heard around them whenever a small breeze conjured up. Otherwise it was completely silent as the two seemed to study each other, wondering if what the other was claiming was true. It had been so long it was hard for Vasilisa's eyes to recognize someone she had known seven years ago. Then the silence was broken by two simple words that changed everything. The boy was Lucian Jaxon, there would be no reason why he would react such a way if it had truly not been his identity and to know that sacred nickname he shared for her.
Vasilisa was stunned and her breathing began to pick back up but she controlled it, not wanting to lose it all over again. With laboring breaths being inhaled Vasilisa watched as Lucian suddenly backed away from her so quickly he slammed into a tree. Was he now afraid of her? He actions had Vasilisa even more confused in the first place. Vasilisa never would of thought she would have seen the day where a werewolf would be curled into a ball, tears about to fall from their eyes. If it had been anyone else she would have laughed but Lucian was apart of her soul, she could feel it deep inside her that this was truly her long lost best friend.
Vasilisa glanced around the forest, wondering what on earth she should do. Although this was her best friend obviously times had changed and the fact that he was a werewolf now was not something she could take lightly. Although her being screamed at her to go over to him, to hug him, to hold him she couldn't move. Was it safe to be here? Would he react cruelly to her if she tried to give him a bit of sympathy?
Vasilisa took a deep breath and decided that this was still Lucian. Even though he might be the very beast that tore them apart and haunted her nightmares, she couldn't just leave him. Not after all those years of wondering what had happened to him. Vasilisa would just have to face her fears. Vasilisa crawled over to Lucian, leaving a few feet between them she looked at him. "Lucian?" She said hesitantly. "Are you alright?" She asked not really knowing how to address the issue.
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Post by LUCIAN ILLIUM JAXON on Oct 18, 2011 0:27:08 GMT -6
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: VASILISA WORDS: 455 ONE LAST THING: N/A.
He couldn’t hear anything but the pounding of blood in his head. Was she still there or had she left. He didn’t dare look up, the wolf was close to the surface, clawing for a way to get out. The only thing that was preventing the wolf from doing so was the lack of the full moon. But that didn’t mean she was completely safe from him. The wolf would soon turn to his head after realising he could get out and would try and corrupt him, play mind games with him until he was once again thinking like a wolf, being one with the creature within. He felt the familiar shifting of his eyes, changing from human to wolf and the painful bite of his nails growing and shifting into claws. But that was all the wolf could accomplish.
Why did the wolf want her so badly, he wondered. What was it about her that was so tempting. A small growl tore through his throat as the wolf continued to claw. Stupid bloody creature, he thought. He was in control not the wolf, at least he wouldn’t allow it this time. Not around her. How could he make her see that it was unsafe to be around him, he didn’t exactly want to scare her off by revealing his entire beastly nature, but what else was there. Sure he could tell her all of the bad things he had done, all the bad things he planned to do, but somehow he didn’t think that would faze her at all. He knew if the situation was reversed, he wouldn’t care, not after finding his best friend after years of wondering if they were dead or alive.
Lucian hope of keeping his best friend safe was fading as he heard her crawl over to him. If he were an outsider looking in, the situation would have been ironic. He had tried helping her when she believed she was having a panic attack and now it seemed like she was trying to help him. He wanted to shout at her, to push her away, anything that would make her stay away from him, but he couldn’t move, no words came out of his mouth. The only thing he was able to move was his head. He heard her ask if he was already. What stupid question was that, but then she didn’t know of the war going on within him. He shook his head slowly, no he was not alright. He curled his fingers, hoping the nails would shrink back to normal at the same time trying to hide them from her. He didn’t dare look at her, not with the eyes of the wolf at least.
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Post by vasilisa on Nov 8, 2011 16:45:53 GMT -6
Vasilisa was surely tempting fate sitting alone with a werewolf in the forbidden forest. Most anyone else would have run away, in fact Vasilisa would have done the same thing had she not been paralyzed by fear. A good part of her still wanted to rush back to the castle and put as much distance as she could between the beast and her but unfortunately she learned the identity of this werewolf which happened to be someone she had lost touched with years ago. After years of unanswered questions invading her mind she couldn't just walk away when they could all finally be answered.
Only a few feet separated them and Vasilisa could see things happening with Lucian. His nails grew long, resembling claws, which he tried to hide. She shuddered at the thought the damage could do to her if she got any closer. Lucian was obviously struggling and Vasilisa wanted to help but she was at a loss of what to do. Suddenly Lucian growled which made Vasilisa squeal and back away, her eyes wide with fear. If she wanted to live she felt she needed to go but Lucian was finally in front of her after all these years, could she just leave him? Would he be hurt if she did and at least try and seek her out when he could control himself more? "Oh, Lucian I don't know what to do." She said in frustration. "Tell me what I need to do. Should I leave or go?" She asked earnestly.
Why did things have to end up so complicated? Would it have been that bad that the two of them could reconnect without this unnecessary hindrance? All Vasilisa wanted was for things to go back to normal, to not have gone through life always wondering but it was obviously a little too late for that. She would have to do with what was before her.
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Post by LUCIAN ILLIUM JAXON on Feb 2, 2012 1:02:15 GMT -6
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: VASILISA WORDS: 418 ONE LAST THING: N/A.
Her squeal made his blood run cold. Had he hurt her in any way? Lucian heard footsteps going yet they weren’t coming forward, which mean she was walking backwards. Good, maybe she'd run and forget about him, run until she was in the safety of the castle and was surrounded by others. He needed to keep her safe. He couldn’t protect his younger brother from a weak pathetic father from taking him away, and who knows what had happened afterwards, but she didn’t need to stay around, not for him.
He opened his dark eyes and stared at his fisted claws, the sharp points resting on the flesh of the palm of his hand. If he were changed under the full moon and she wasn’t there, he would not have hesitated to draw his own blood. But he couldn’t do it as a human.
"Tell me what I need to do. Should I leave or go?" He finally raised his head and looked at her. Leave, yes she had to leave to be safe from him and the beast that lurked within, but at the same time he wanted her to stay. If they were to have any chance of getting back to what that had, he needed to control and leash the wolf. How could she make him decide such a hard decision. But she had said herself, she had no idea what to do. He knew that feeling. If she were anyone else, he would have terrorised them, made them whimper in fear like a little child.
He took a deep breath, hoping it would calm him and although it allowed him to focus more, it didn’t stop the wolf from wanting her blood, from wanting to tear at her flesh.
"To stay or go, such a hard question," he replied, yet the voice didn’t sound like him one bit. Maybe he just imagined that, maybe the wolf was making more of its presence known.
"I want you safe, but I want what we were denied for seven years," it didn’t really answer her question, but at least his voice was sounded more normal now. If he hurt her, his once best friend, he would have committed the most horrendous crime in his mind. He survived living with his mother and she accepted him, accepted his mood swings and his traits that came along with the werewolf curse, if Vasilisa could do such a thing, would that stop the wolf from wanting to tear her apart?
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