Round One [[hector]]

[faolan]

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[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll153/tokyotabby/Grey.jpg); border: solid #ffffff 4px; width: 250px; height: 650px;] IT FEELS LIKE SOMETHING TAKES OVER ME Hector was fuming, his blood pumping in his veins, adrenaline almost causing him to force change. His fists were clenched, his nails digging into his palms. He was facing a wall, his jaw set, his eyes golden. He'd just seen Sierra. And smelled her. Or actually, smelled him. He'd demanded to know who he was, and why he'd been touching her. He could smell him all over, as well as lots of other things. Like hormones. Sexual hormones. He couldn't even believe that she'd gotten this far with a guy she barely knew. Storming from the forest, where they'd met, he broke into a dead run and made his way for the castle. Many things ran through his mind, but only one person was in his thoughts right now. Faolan. He burst through the doors of the school, his extra strength making his palms slam into them and snap them back against the stone walls. Students scattered from him, everyone of them scared of the part werewolf. Not that they knew who he was, unless one of them happened to be one as well. You could always tell when someone was. He all but flew up the moving staircases to the seventh floor, where he shouted the password to the portrait as he approached it, his chest heaving, his eyes blaring gold still. His feet beat hard against the floor as he approached the half asleep other werewolf. He slammed his hands down on the arm rests of the chair, a growl erupting from his throat, just loud enough for Faolan to hera it, but not anyone else. Other students in the room saw the anger radiating off his body, and they scattered. "I'm gonna kick your ass," he said between clenched teeth. He could smell his little sister all over the dirtbag, and it just fueled his anger. He shoved himself away from the chair, rolling up his sleeves. He growled again, eyes not leaving Faolan's body. Two fighting werewolves was not a good thing. This common room was about to be torn up. Luckily magic could solve that issue. He snapped his knuckles and cricked his head to the side, cracking it a few times. He took one look at his pocket, where his wand resided. He wasn't going to be needed spells and magic for this fight. Ohhhh no, he was using his fists, his hands, his teeth, and his claws. He began walking towards Faolan, his massive body swaying as he walked. His fist unclenched and he swung out a punch to try and hit Faolan on the jaw. "Stay the fuck away from my sister, and while you're at it, my whole family," he said, seething. AS SOON AS I GO HOME AND CLOSE THE DOOR WORDS: not many TAGGED: Faolan OUTFIT: jeans, button up shirt MUSIC: Deja Vu - Eminem NOTES SO EXCITED! template made by mikey is a lady killer ?! @ caution 2.0, steal it and she'll send zombie pandas to eat your brains!

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7298ac 15px solid; border-left: #7298ac 15px solid;] As much as he wanted to think it was someone else, Faolan couldn’t mistake that scent for anyone. It only made it worse that he could smell and sense the anger emanating from what ‘was’ his good friend, Hector. He should have known that their night together would remain a secret. She wasn’t the best liar, or at least to those who knew her, and he had totally forgotten his scent on her would remain. o be honest, after she bit him, Faolan hadn’t done too much thinking for the rest of the night. Considering he was a part of the house of thinkers, that had to mean something. Situations like these were the whole reason he had tried to avoid girls as much as he could, especially when it involved romance. However, perhaps the meeting with his father had gotten to him. Why fight who he was? If it’s pleasurable than give in. Since he was the most vulnerable during the full moon, maybe his subconscious was trying to follow those rules? Even now, Faol had tried to deny his feelings, though deep down he knew it wasn’t completely true. This was going to end badly. When he felt the force of Hec grabbing the armrest and heard the growl, Faolan jerked his eyes open, trying his best to look as innocent as possible, “What are you bloody talking about?” He looked him straight in the eye, knowing if he hadn’t that would admit he was weak and/or lying; neither of which he wanted to admit. Maybe, if he was lucky, there might be a chance to cool him down. Normally that always worked. Standing up slowly when Hector pushed away from him, the young Greyback watched him intently, raising a brow when he saw the golden tint in his eye, “Why don’t you meditate first before you do something stupid, mate.” If his friend was already starting to change, this was no ordinary arguement. For the time being, Faolan was just irritated and a bit shocked to see him this way. He completely understood the protective instinct, but wasn’t this going a bit to far? It’s not like he was some random casanova stranger who had his way with her; they had been friends for awhile now..didn’t he trust him? Just as he was swaggering toward him, Faol had tossed his outer robe on the chair, just leaving him in his dark slacks and button up blue shirt. Knowing that his previous remarks had done little good to console him, the Ravenclaw was prepared for what was to come. Just as his friend swung the punch, he ducked and dodged it, and was now standing almost behind his attacker. Hector might have been bulkier, but he was quicker. Hearing what had just come out of his mouth, Faol’s brows furrowed with annoyance, and in a sarcastic bark, he retorted, “Or what? An I doubt that’s even possible. I have a class with at least one a day..” He gave a pause, giving Hec a good hard look, before adding, “Though, if ya insist, I’d be glad to leave one of of you be. You.” Trying his best to keep his own cool, he straightened up and habitually straightened his shirt, then made to turn away... [[As a hint to get him madder, I suggest mentioning his father or how he resembles him XD]]

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[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll153/tokyotabby/Grey.jpg); border: solid #ffffff 4px; width: 250px; height: 650px;] IT FEELS LIKE SOMETHING TAKES OVER ME Yes, they had been friends. But that was before Faolan had betrayed the bro code, and went after Sierra. Sure, they were both werewolves, so it kind of made sense for them to be together. They would know each other inside and out. But Faolan had broke the bro code of never date the younger sister, and Hec was pissed. He saw his blow miss and he stopped moving so that his body wouldn't keep him tumbling forward. Faolan danced out of the way and was behind him now, something dangerous for him. He spun around quickly, his teeth bared. He just suggested meditation to clear his mind. Really? Did he honestly think that if Hec meditated it would be better? The only thoughts in his head were about Sierra, how much he loved her, how much he wanted to protect her, and how betrayed he'd felt by Faolan. The other wolf simply straightened out his shirt, and turned to walk away. "Coward," Hector said, a smile playing on his lips, "A real Greyback would stand and fight. But wait, you'll never be as good of a wolf as your father. He always was better than you, wasn't he?" Hector said, crossing his arms. In all the years that they'd been friends, he'd known how much Fenrir had bothered Faolan. And now for him to mention his father, it would surely piss him off enough to want to fight. And a fight was what Hector wanted. As he knew that the phrase he'd just uttered would really put a twist in Faolan's panties, Hector uncrossed his arms and crouched down, his eyes still golden and trained on Faolan's every move. With extra senses, he could smell the testosterone in the common room. Students were beginning to crowd around the stairs, trying to see what was going on. As long as he didn't change, no one would be the wiser. A low growl ripped from his throat again. "Come on Greyback, man up for once, admit what you've done! Your father would have been proud, he would have broadcasted it around!" Another insult to his father. Deep down inside, Hector felt bad for throwing comments about his dad out there. He knew that they would cut deep. He himself would hate it if someone kept mentioning how evil his own mother was, for she'd been the werewolf in his family. Hector felt his muscles rippling in his chest, and tried to control that. He didn't need twitchy muscles during a fight. They were just itching to jump on him. Maybe after a good fight they'd be able to talk about it, to talk about what was making Hector so angry right now. And why he felt betrayed by his own best friend. But only maybe. Who knows. For now they were going to fight, and it would be a dirty fight. Just as long as no students told the Heads or Prefects or anything.... AS SOON AS I GO HOME AND CLOSE THE DOOR WORDS: not many TAGGED: Faolan OUTFIT: jeans, button up shirt MUSIC: Deja Vu - Eminem NOTES SO EXCITED! template made by mikey is a lady killer ?! @ caution 2.0, steal it and she'll send zombie pandas to eat your brains!

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7298ac 15px solid; border-left: #7298ac 15px solid;] It only took one step before the C-word was put into play. That alone was enough to make him pause, but what Hector would say next would be the catalyst to change the simmering irritation to an all out flam of anger. "A real Greyback would stand and fight. But wait, you'll never be as good of a wolf as your father. He always was better than you, wasn't he?” Snarling, Faolan turned back to glare at his accuser. Even though he was slightly younger than him, the Ravenclaw stared him down like a wolf would to a subordinate. As much as he wanted to, there was no way he would shrug off an insult like that. In his mind, he almost couldn’t believe what his housemate said. Just because he had tried to be the better man, the bastard had to figuratively take a knife and stab it in his heart. You are bloody mental, he thought to himself seething, How dare you even throw that in my face? I was better. I’m the only one who outsmarted him!!! His gaze still unblinking, the young Greyback gave a growl of his own as he prepared to lunge, “Thats where your wrong, ya git, Greybacks don’t fight. They kill.” Just as he said the last sentence, it almost became a guttural yell, dripping with repressed fury. Compared to most of his siblings and what he knows of Fenrir, he generally has a cool temper regarding most things. However, unlike some who get mad over alot of things, Faol was one to get extremely infuriated about a few things. Only people like hector knew which way to go to attack, though most of them he trusted not to do so. Just as the bro code went, it was an unstated rule. Maybe that was why Hector dug so deep. The only reason Faol hadn’t attacked him now, was the fact that he was still trying to find the best move he could make without opening a vulnerable spot for Hec to take advantage of. In truth, this was not coming from his Ravenclaw sense of deduction, but instead from his instincts to express his power and retain his dominant status in this argument. Most disputes within a pack revolved around finding and retaining one’s role in the group. It seemed that as soon as it was established, who was better than who, any other problems were equally resolved. The dominant alpha male would have claim to any female or could have best pick in a meal. So, the wild side in him felt the intense need to prove this, and to make his friend understand who he was really dealing with. Wasting no more time he lunged, pinning his housemate to the ground, pressing his knee into his stomach and with one hand a good grip around hectors throat. By then, in that release of energy, claws quickly formed and his average teeth were now fangs. His eyes too, had somewhat changed; they still had their opal darkness, but when the light touched them a red glimmer showed. Squeezing as hard as he could, digging his claws into his throat, Faol bent down, so merely a couple inches separated them as he stared into his friends golden eyes. Giving another low growl, he barked angrily, “You’re right. He would, wouldn’t he?” His eyes narrowed darkly an an odd, dangerous smirk crossed his face, “Well then, here it is, mate. It was the full moon and I found her by the forest...I chased her down like prey, caught her, and had my way...” He paused and gave a guttural chuckle, “Hey that rhymes...” Faol then squeezed harder an added quietly, “There’s a good chance you could be an uncle..What do ya think?” {{I did powerplay, so feel free to tell me to change it. He can get free whenever you want and get payback. Just no castrating, maiming, or killing }}

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[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll153/tokyotabby/Grey.jpg); border: solid #ffffff 4px; width: 250px; height: 650px;] IT FEELS LIKE SOMETHING TAKES OVER ME Before Hector could even bask in the glory of pissing of Faolan, he was thrown on his back, with Fao's knee in his chest and a hand around his throat. The man obviously held no pretenses about changing, as his eyes turned red and claws and fangs came out. Hector was furious. Nobody dethrowned the alpha. And in his pack, he was alpha. He snarled, his own mouth changing form, popping out a little, fangs sliding down from his canines, saliva and poison dripping down off of them. His hands curled in on themselves, the bones snapping and popping as they got longer, his fingernails falling out to have sharp claws rip through the skin behind them. He snarled again, and snapped one arm up to hit Faolan in the chest. The sheer force of it launched him into the air, and as he was lifted up, Hector stood up and kicked him in the chest, Spartan style. As he watched Faolan land, he hunched over. If he had body hair, it would be bristling and standing on end. He knew it. he knew Faolan had sex with his little sister. Just because it was the full moon it didn't mean anything! He snapped his head towards the watching students and howled, sending them rushing back upstairs. "You arrogant little prick!" he said, the words stumbling out his mouth due to the fangs. "Did you ever take into account how she could be feeling? How used and hurt she could be? But no. You Greybacks only care about yourselves." Hector launched himself at Faolan once more, his arms reaching out to grab his neck, his claws attempting to rake Faolan's chest, the intent to leave deep bloody gorges in his skin. He darted away after, his golden eyes not leaving his target. This was going to be more than just a battle over blood. It was going to be a battle for dominance, the loser running with his tail between his legs, the victor alpha of all werewolves in Hogwarts. Hector danced on his toes, ready to spring at a seconds notice, or to dodge an attack from Faolan. "If she has a child from you, you will not take another breath the day the bastard is born," he threatened. He wasn't even sure if they would be friends again after this. Right now all he knew was that Marharet had convinced him that his wolf was right, that his wolf was supposed to be in control. A male wolf from another pack had entered his lands and mated with a member of his pack. He clearly hadn't protected his family well enough from this threat that he thought he could live side by side with peacefully. He'd made a mistake as an alpha. He was about to correct it. ((thats fine. if im ever not around when you post him, feel free too, but just dont take it too far. i've been burned by it in the past, so i may ask you to change it. )) AS SOON AS I GO HOME AND CLOSE THE DOOR WORDS: not many TAGGED: Faolan OUTFIT: jeans, button up shirt MUSIC: Deja Vu - Eminem NOTES SO EXCITED! template made by mikey is a lady killer ?! @ caution 2.0, steal it and she'll send zombie pandas to eat your brains!

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7298ac 15px solid; border-left: #7298ac 15px solid;] Faolan had no reason to try and restrain his change. What would be the point? It's not like anyone would be shocked if they saw him partially change; He was a Greyback. The others would likely be more surprised if he had no wolfish tendencies to begin with. Fenrir's genes, so to speak, were potent in all of them and it would be futile to argue otherwise. He having werewolf blood was just as obvious at the fact that Merlin was a wizard. Besides, Fenrir had told him to accept what he was and let the wolf free, and it just so happened hector had picked the wrong night to mess with him. Faolan's normal stable, cool headed mind was being plagued by doubts, fears, and confusion from the past few days. If he was his normal self this fight would have not gone this far. He might have yelled, shoved, and growled at him, but none of their previous arguments have ever drawn blood....But now it was different. As he kept his grip on Hector's throat, the young Greyback could smell the blood that was caused by his claws. What was a bit disturbing was that instead of disgust, Faol found the scent to be pleasant and somewhat intoxicating. Part of him wanted to taste it, though he wasn't going to let go just for that experience. However, as the 6th year lost his focus as the scent overwhelmed him, it allowed Hector to finally retaliate, his own wolfish shifting finally revealing itself. Faolan couldn't help but laugh, even when he was brutally punched and kicked off of his present victim, on the thought that his opponent had definite fear in showing who he really was. No Alpha should be bound by fear, and the darker side of him was glad the truth was now in the open. Hector had tried to hide for too long... Just as Hector stood over him, bristling with fury, Faol tried to sit up as he bared his fangs ang grawled dangerously at his attacker. He wanted to make sure his friend knew this was no submission. The ravenclaw then gave a scoff as Hector tried to scare off the onlookers and then rant to him what a monster he was. It really hurt to hear the older ravenclaw went so low to think he would be that cruel. Before, they had each others backs, and would defend each other if the need had occurred. Now, apparently, Hector thought him no better than a scumbag one would find in an alleyway. How could one night change their relationship so drastically? Just as Hector launched himself at Faolan, he made no move, but replied in a dangerously raspy tone, "I bet she's in pieces...hahaha...but why should I care? I had my fun. And as for us Greybacks being selfish..at least someone needs to watch our backs. So it ends up to be ourselves. No one...else...would care!" The last bit turned into a painful snarl as his rival grabbed his neck and drew him up, then dug his claws deep into his chest, causing deep gashed to appear under the shredded cloth. As soon as Hector drew away again, as if tempting him to attack again, Faolan's eyes looked down at himself as if analyzing the damage. For right now, he felt little pain. The adrenaline was so strong, it held it back. But now his blood was seeping out fairly quickly and one of the shirts his mom gave him was totally destroyed. Letting out a laugh mixed with a snarl, he looked back at his friend, "If Mum saw she would kill you.." Then there was a small pause before he added, mockingly, "Oh and you scratch like a girl. Frankie coulda done worse, troll brain." Knowing hector was prepared for another attack, he listened to him add how he would kill him if Sierra ever had a baby after this. Even though he knew there was no way it would ever happen, he felt another wave of fury flow through his already tense and aching muscles. It was the principle of the statement; even after their long friendship, the older werewolf apparently didn't trust him or his family. As nasty as his father was portrayed, from what Zmey and the others say, he was the Alpha of all werewolves, and in that manner deserved respect. Hector was now treating him like he was at the bottom of the heap. Also, what if she did give birth? Would he go after the baby too? In Faolan's mind he felt the need to end this, and end it now. In a quick fit of rage, he grabbed the closest thing, which was a heavy wooden chair and chucked it as hard as he could aiming for his rivals head. Even if it didn't hit him, it would give him time to narrow the distance between them, giving enough distraction to make a physical attack of his own. Charging, he did his best to ram him against the wall, biting down on the closest piece of flesh he could get to, this time not holding back. If his friend had the audacity to scratch, why should he not use his fangs? They were there for a reason.

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[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll153/tokyotabby/Grey.jpg); border: solid #ffffff 4px; width: 250px; height: 650px;] IT FEELS LIKE SOMETHING TAKES OVER ME Hector watched in satisfaction as Faolan went flying across the room, hitting a wall and falling to the ground after a rib cracking kick to the chest. But the damn guy was smiling the whole time, the smile not faltering. He roared when Faolan mentioned that he didn't care about how hurt Sierra could be. Furious, he took a step towards him, his claws already bloodied by a large set of gouges in his chest. In the few seconds that they were quiet, Hector thought about things. What if he was taking this too far? He could be ruining a relationship with his friend. but still. Faolan had gone past bro rules and pack rules, entering his family pack. He had to pay. He hadn't even talked to Sierra yet, which meant that she could be completely fine with how things were between her and Faolan. Unfortunately, he was already here and things were quickly escalating out of control. Now it was a battle of the alphas, to see who would win out. Winner takes all. He almost laughed when Faolan mentioned his mother being angry at the ripped shirt. He could honestly see the woman pointing her finger in his face, like usual, and chewing him out. He almost even smiled. But the serious situation called for his attention right now. Shaking off friendly feelings, he was just barely able to dodge a flying chair. No longer up for talking, Hector tried to circle around him, only to be shoved against the wall and have the skin between his neck and shoulder bitten. Howling with rage, Hector flexed his fingers and aimed to shove the claws into Faolan’s chest, her mouth opening with silent rage at the pain in his shoulder. The claws would hopefully embed themselves into the younger man’s chest, making pain spark through his body. Then Hector lifted his head, almost towering over Faolan. He opened his mouth, saliva and venom seeping off of his fangs, and plunged his head towards Faolan’s own shouler, his sharp teeth aiming to rip a chunk out of his flesh. All of this at once gave him time to try to escape. The time for talking was gone. The time for friendship was ruined, at least for this heated moment. Hector was almost forgetting the reason that he wanted to kick some ass tonight. He had almost forgotten that Sierra was the reason this was happening. For now it was an Alpha contest. Faolan was the alpha of his pack, Hector the alpha of his own. Who was going to win? Each had excellent genes on their side. Each had motive. But who would win it out and be the top dog, so to speak. Faolan was putting up a very good fight, but Hector wanted to win. It wasn’t just about the fighting for him. It was about winning, and establishing who was more dominant. Hector slid out from in front of Faolan to stand behind him, his strong arms pushing out to try and trap Faolan’s bleeing body against the wall, attempting to pin him from moving. Warm blood oozed down from Hector’s shoulder, and he rolled it around. Not exactly the best idea, since it was a fresh wound and it hurt like a mother, but still. He ignored the wound for a few more moments, his chest heaving from the fight they’d just had. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he could hear footsteps approaching them. He knew that things might end soon, and he didn’t want to be seen as the instigator, you know, being a prefect and all. But if he had to get detention and points docked, then so be it. AS SOON AS I GO HOME AND CLOSE THE DOOR WORDS: not many TAGGED: Faolan OUTFIT: jeans, button up shirt MUSIC: Deja Vu - Eminem NOTES SO EXCITED! template made by mikey is a lady killer ?! @ caution 2.0, steal it and she'll send zombie pandas to eat your brains!

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r102/Tamar11/600full-ben-barnes-2-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] THE ANIMAL IN ME Having known hector long enough, Faolan had no problems pushing his buttons. Compared to himself, the older Ravenclaw had at least a couple dozen more than he possessed, and so, in a brief moment of stupidity and vindictiveness, the Greyback felt he might as well push them all. Even if it meant lying. If the hot headed git wanted to come after him without getting all the facts, running entirely on assumptions and rage, the sixth year felt there was no need of wasting time telling the truth if the unicorn turd was too deaf to listen. These thoughts that were running through his head at the time of impact were the main reason the smile left his face. It was seeing his good friend, and prefect, lose all the values that Ravenclaw House represented and, in that respect, Faolan felt he already won. Unlike what Hector probably thought, by the roar of anger that erupted from him, his smug exterior had nothing to do with the pleasure of hurting his sister. He was just pleased that his ruse of playing along appeared to give him more pain than any physical injury he could bestow and it was all Hector's doing. If the bloody prick had given him a second to explain and not insult him when he was already on edge, none of this would have happened. Now he had blood on his mouth as he listen to the prefect yell in pain as his face twisted in rage and agony. Since he wasn't the biggest among them, Faol had to use all his strength to keep him where he was. As his dark eyes focused on his opponent, as if demanding for respect, he subconsciously licked his lips, strangely enjoying the taste of blood on his tongue. If his attention wasn't completely on Hector, the young Greyback would have been disturbed and humiliated at the realization, but as for now, the sensation had yet to register. For only brief moment, Faolan actually thought he finally had the upper hand and he was just waiting for the stubborn 7th year to surrender and submit. In hopes to hurry it along, he growled forcefully,"Give in!", though instead of receiving the apology and surrender that he thought he rightfully deserved, the werewolf got two inch claws piercing his already bloody chest. He should have been ready for an attack like that. Hector had already clawed him moments before, so why would he hesitate to use them now? As pain surged through his body, it was only Faol's stubborness that kept him from pulling away immediate. That, and perhaps the fear that he would loose a great deal of flesh if he tried. His unwavering look soon was not as piercing as he blinked and winced, grunting and cursing as he tried to keep his grip on his housemate. Though, from the loss of blood and exhaustion, he felt his strength quickly drain away, so when Hectors fangs returned his previous bite with a vicious one of his own he had little willpower to keep the other Ravenclaw in place as he snarled with rage at the knowledge he was about to lose. Before he could react as his body tried to stay upright, Hector had used that time to escape to move behind him, now pinning Faolan to the wall. Not able to hold back a yelp, the Greyback tried his best to keep his chest from the wall, knowing that would be his downfall. Another solid impact to his chest could easily be fatal since he was fairly certain at least one rib had to be fractured. Blinking, he could already sees stars as lightheadedness started to flood his brain. He was now so out of it, he didn't know that someone else had entered the room... there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[atti]

Atticus did not hate patrolling the halls; the stillness of the corridors was calming, soothing, and plus, he got quite a bit of exercise walking the lengths when he didn’t get much in his classes with his students or otherwise. It was a good time to just think and not be bothered; at least he wasn’t supposed to be bothered. He did catch students out of bed every once in a while, usually around this hour. It wasn’t lights out for them, but it was well past the time that the students were supposed to be up in their respective common rooms. With the students being attacked and all, one could never be too careful, and Hogwarts always went to great measures to keep their students safe, even if it meant depriving their teachers of precious hours of sleep.

Atticus had been given two floors to cover until one in the morning, when he’d be relieved by another teacher who would have woken up to take his place, he assumed. At least, he reminded himself, he’d get five hours of sleep. Always having been an early riser, Atticus was used to getting little to no sleep; years of travel also help in getting his body and mind accustomed to irregular sleeping hours and jet lag. Times like these were when Atticus always considered himself lucky. Obviously those years his family thought he had wasted traveling different parts of the world to learn different types of magic, and see all the magical creatures he could, were not wasted. Not only was he able to give his students firsthand experience, but there were some odd life lessons he’d picked up and skill he’d developed.

One of those skills was the ability to hear rather well -obviously not as well as werewolf or vampire, or anything of the like, but when you couldn’t always find a hotel and slept in a tent in the middle of a centaur infested forest, it was good to be able to pick up the sound of movement- so when quick, padding footsteps approached him, he had already turned and headed in their direction before they reached him. Another was quick reflexes, particularly useful in duelling, and he managed to catch the first year that had run smack into him with his hand on her back before she fell back. He lowered his wand slightly to illuminate her face, which was clearly afraid and tear-stained. This child was clearly not sneaking out. She sniffled and told him her story of the ‘monsters’ fighting in the Ravenclaw common room. He nodded slowly, listening intently, and let her sob against his chest, watching her little legs shake and quiver in fear. With only one arm, he picked her up, secured her and made sure she was comfortable, before rushing off in the direction she had come. She could have walked, yes, but the likelihood they’d go at the pace that Atticus wanted to travel at was slim.

The stairs to the Ravenclaw tower were shorter than he’d thought they’d be, though he was still a tad winded when he reached the top and answered the question to get in, -it was probably the extra weight he was carrying- as he couldn’t quite remember the password that the teachers had that opened all the common rooms at the moment. He couldn’t quite say he was surprised at what he saw, he had anticipated as much from what the young girl had told him, the girl he had put down and told to go and wait in her dorm. Without much thought, his hand came up and pulled the one boy off the other, as he stepped over a few things to get closer to them.

“Vulfe. Greyback. Infirmary. Now,” he clipped as he took in the appearances of both boys, neither in good shape as it seemed, obvious strain in his voice. He wasn’t in a rage as some teachers would be, because he understood it; boys liked to settle things in their own way. But he was clearly angry with them, and more disappointed than anything. “And you vill both have fun explaining dzis on our way. And you vill both be going to the infirmary, or I vill have to drag you there.” Calmly, a lot better than most people would have handled the situation, he motioned to the door with his head, keeping both of the boys in his direct eyesight and casting a quick charm that would keep them at least two feet from each other at all times. “Let’s go!”

[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll153/tokyotabby/Grey.jpg); border: solid #ffffff 4px; width: 250px; height: 650px;] IT FEELS LIKE SOMETHING TAKES OVER ME He was grinning in satisfaction as Faolan was pressed against the wall. Clearly the boy had had enough. Before he could let go, he felt someone's hand grasp the back of his shirt, and yank him off Faolan. He turned and growled low, but realized it was a teacher and immediately stopped. His eyes changed back, and he let his fangs and claws sink back into his skin. Shaking himself out and rolling his shoulders and back, Hector scowled up at the professor. He felt something warm come over him, and knew that it was a spell, even though Professor Atticus hadn't said anything, nor had he taken out a wand. He tested out the spell. I could still protrude claws. That wasn't it. He could move. That wasn't it. He tried to shuffle closer to Faolan and found himself unable to. That was the ticket. Hector crossed his arms and marched out of the common room, heading towards the infirmary. He had to admit, as the adrenaline was wearing off, his body started to ache, and his shoulder was on fire. Professor Atticus was clearly not impressed with them, and he didn't blame him. Hector had started it all, blind rage preventing him from entering this with a cool head. Hector had attacked without listening to his friend. He realized that now, and thought that maybe it was a bad idea. After all, the sixth year had been his friend for a while now. He shook his head and continued to scowl. And who'd gone and told the professor on them? Most likely some first year girl. He glanced up at Professor Atticus. "Isn't it obvious Professor? We were fighting," he said, matter of factly. Not the best idea. He sauntered along. trying to staunch the bleeding in his shoulder by pressing firmly on it. "We were fighting over pack issues sir," he decided to add on to the end. Hector wasn't willing to go further into detail though. He was too embarassed to be honest. But, hey, he had won out! He was top dog, so to speak. He was the alpha male. The leader. Maybe this would make it easier to talk to Faolan next time, since he was the alpha, and it wouldn't be a contest again. He glanced at the other werewolf as they walked. He hoped that they were going to be friends again. He admitted that he was in the wrong. He was going to have to apologize to Faolan at some point. AS SOON AS I GO HOME AND CLOSE THE DOOR WORDS: not many TAGGED: Faolan OUTFIT: jeans, button up shirt MUSIC: Deja Vu - Eminem NOTES SO EXCITED! template made by mikey is a lady killer ?! @ caution 2.0, steal it and she'll send zombie pandas to eat your brains!

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[faolan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r102/Tamar11/600full-ben-barnes-2-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] THE ANIMAL IN ME Even with as much pain as he was in, it didn't outweigh the embarrassment tat surged through his body. Growing up in the slums of London had taught the 6th year to be tough and smart, but werewolf brawls was not under that curriculum of childhood training. Just as he had collided with the wall, the memory of the talk he had with Fenrir only days before entered his now foggy mind. Faolan almost felt the old man knew something like this was bound to happen and as much as he wanted to deny it, the young Greyback couldn't help but agree that if he had 'the bite' he would have been on top. However, the claws that were dug in his back argued otherwise. Faolan knew, by the state of things, he probably should admit surrender and go lick his wounds, so to speak, but his stubbornness had no intention of doing so until all possible alternatives were eliminated. Though, just before he was about to attempt his final chance of retaliation, the pressure of Hector's grip disappeared as he heard a familiar voice call their names in a not so pleased tone. Not able to respond as quickly as his friend, it took him a moment to register what exactly was going on. After a moment, however, he realized it was Atticus of all people demanding them to go to the infirmary. Finally turning to see his professor's face, Faol could see the disappointment in his firm stare, and the tension behind it. This was not a common reaction the Ravenclaw was used to when dealing with his mentor. So far the most negative emotion he could notice was slight annoyance...never this. Staggering a couple steps toward him, he got relatively close to his attacker by accident, and soon felt the repelling charm at work. The best way to describe it would be to say that it was alot like trying to put magnets together with similar poles. It wasn't painful by any means, but it sure made it annoying, since frustration still flowed in his veins. He still wanted to make the final blow, but now he couldn't. But when Atticus repeated infirmary once again, Faol froze where he stood, much like the granite statues lining the castle. There was no way he was going to the Hospital Wing like this. Seyton might even finish him off for his stupidity and causing more work for him. Narrowing his eyes, he stared back at the DADA professor and shook his head slowly as if to say 'I don't think so..I'd rather die.' However, when the Frenchman added he would drag him there, the 6th year only paused before he reluctantly followed Hector out the door, wincing and grunting to himself as his injuries started to worsen. Heading down the stairs, a few steps behind them, Faol rolled his eyes at the other Ravenclaw's answer to what was going on. How obvious, and yet vague could he be? And what did the blighter mean about pack issues? He wasn't a part of his pack, at least not now, so that made little sense in his mind. Breathing in short raspy breaths, he said gruffly, "I stole his sister...and he couldn't...accept it." He used that moment as Hector looked at him, to glare back. As much as they had been friends, Faol was not a quick forgiver, especially when he through his family reputation in his face. It would take more than a guilt look to appease him. Giving his last attept to avoid Seyton's knowledge of this event, Faolan paused, leaning tiredly on the old stone wall, "I'm fine..Atti-Professor...It's just a few scrapes and bruises...Any chance we can go back if...we promise...not to kill...each other..til morning?" there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[atti]

Satisfied that both of the boys were going to do as he said, he turned around slowly to make his way out, taking in the damage that had been inflicted upon the room. For the two of them being the children of werewolves, it wasn’t as bad as he’d expected. It reminded him of a long time ago when he’d traveled to Mozambique to visit a rather odd pack of werewolves who pitted the young male wolves against each other when they reached their teenage years, to see who would take the position of pack leader when the current one died. Obviously he hadn’t seen the tournament itself, it was far too dangerous for any outsiders to be in the vicinity, let alone a human, to witness the young wolves tear each other apart. He had, however, gotten the chance to see the forest after the tournament of sorts had been over, and it had been at least ten times as bad, with flesh and fur laying around broken trees, branches strewn everywhere, stained with blood and saliva. At least the common room didn’t look like that, he reminded himself, and it helped calm a bit of his anger.

He couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow at the Wulfe boy’s flippant response to his demand. “Yes, I had figured as much,” he said with a roll of his eyes. At his age, he disliked using the ‘children these days,’ but in his years at school, he’d never dare speak to a professor like that, though Hogwarts did seem much more lax than Beauxbatons. “Pack issues? I wasn’t aware that you even had one to begin with.” He was going to get to the bottom of this, mostly for their benefit rather than his. If they could justify the fight and damage, he’d let off on them. It wouldn’t be much, but it would be a change from a month of detention to three weeks in his mind.

Exasperated, Atticus ran a hand through his dishevelled hair. He’d expected as much. Werewolves were territorial by nature, and though they weren’t in packs as some were, he’d imagined the families that were at Hogwarts to be particularly protective of their siblings. He almost laughed at Faolan’s choice in words; to Hector, it had probably felt like he was stealing something precious from him. “And you both thought that an appropriate reason to destroy school property,” he started naming off the rules that they had broken, just the obvious ones that came to mind. “Physically harm another student, threatened the safety of many others, and I’m fairly sure there’s something in the rulebook about beings and beasts using their abilities on school grounds without the supervision of a teacher.” After ticking each of them off on his fingers, he looked gravelly at both boys. “I feel bad for you and the punishment you will be serving.”

“I assure you Monsieur Greyback, I have half a mind to let you both lie in your blood and suffer, but since I am a reasonable person, I’m going to allow you both to heal properly before I administer your punishment,” he stopped walking for a minute, letting Faolan catch up. “And while you are being treated, I shall have a nice word with your head of house, and explain to her that it was two respected students, one even a prefect, who decided to stain her carpet.”


ooc; let's imagine the accent, shall we?

[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll153/tokyotabby/Grey.jpg); border: solid #ffffff 4px; width: 250px; height: 650px;] IT FEELS LIKE SOMETHING TAKES OVER ME Hector ignored Faolan just as much as the other boy ignored him. It was Atticus who was angering him now. He clearly had no idea what was going on. He didn't understand how close to the fullmoon it was, or how volatile a werewolf's temper could be, how easy it was to lose control and go ballistic, the inner beast taking over and destroying all sense of reality. He was furious that this Professor thought that he just went around all willy nilly and attacking people. He wasn't that way. Sometimes when things stay bottled up in a person for so long, they erupt out of you in a flurry of emotions that you can't control. "I don't know what to tell you Professor. I saw red. The fullmoon is so close. When you keep all your emotions bottled up, it's like tiptoeing on egg shells. You explode if you don't deal with them. And that's exactly what happened." He saw the look of skepticism on Atticus' face when he mentioned a pack. He turned away, shaking his head. "Yes sir, there are packs within this school. It's called family. A family is a pack, and when another wolf enters another pack, and.... claims a female as his own, the alpha has to assert his power, show the rival who's boss. Unfortunately I lost my cool before I could even begin to talk to Faolan. And in this whole process, I've lost a great friend. He ignored everyone around them. So Atticus wanted to let them sit in their blood, let him. He wasn't afraid to let his wounds air out a bit. They did sting, and his right shoulder was beginning to seize up and not work properly, making it hard to move his arm while he walked. But oh well. It wasn't a big deal to him. He was however a bit nervous when it was mentioned that their House Head would hear of this. And shit would hit the fan, because Hector was a Prefect. He could only think that he would be demoted. The thought kind of scared him, not gonna lie. But he would take whatever punishment he was dealt, and he would take it like a man, like an alpha. An alpha always owned up to his mistakes. And this was a mother of a mistake. He looked back at Atticus. "Go ahead, let Professor Evangelina know. I will take whatever punishment you have with dignity. I started this mess, let me endure the pain that results from it." He carried his head high, but not with pride. He carried it high for one because his shoulder hurt when he slouched, and for two because he was acting grownup. Hector was taking responsibility for his actions. For once in his life. If his secret were to come out, then fine. The rest of the school knew what his siblings were, why not let them know he was the same? After all, it was kind of obvious. His body began to get stiff. His adrenaline was gone now, and his body was paying for what he'd just done. Atticus was right about a few things though. They had destroyed a chair. One, little chair. And with the wave of a wand it could be fixed. They had beat each other up, yes, but not once had he threatened another student. So that made him raise his eyebrows. But he kept his mouth shut. For now. "You're really gonna hold the emotions of two werewolves, days away from the full moon, as a reason for punishment? I'm a Prefect, Professor, at least for a while longer, and I don't recall having heard of that rule. I will admit that I wasn't in a good frame of mind this evening, but I do know that two students cannot be blamed for what their blood status makes them do. I don't mean to be rude Professor, because I respect you, but just think about it, please. I will own up to my mistakes. But I won't lay down for punishment because of my blood status." He kept his voice even, and soft as well, trying to just reason with the Professor. They were nearing the Hospital Wing now, and Hector was somewhat thankful. His shoulder had finally seized up so badly that his right arm wasn't moving anymore. The tendons in it had been ripped apart, causing him to lose all movement in that arm, and his hand. Hecotr looked back up at Atticus, hoping that he hadn't angered the man further. He just wanted him to see that even though they were fighting, they couldn't be punished solely for being werewolves. He realized it was kind of a lame excuse, but really. Atticus must not know much about monsters and their calling, because when the full moon got closer, its call was louder to its followers. And Hector was an unwilling follower. (ooc: hope im not making anybody mad, . hector is just kinda mouthy, its his personality. . plus he's trying to make atticus see that the full moon can sometimes sway their emotions and make hector do dumb things. let me know if this was okay, i can change it if not. just saying hector is a mouthy son of a wench, .) AS SOON AS I GO HOME AND CLOSE THE DOOR WORDS: not many TAGGED: Faolan OUTFIT: jeans, button up shirt MUSIC: Deja Vu - Eminem NOTES SO EXCITED! template made by mikey is a lady killer ?! @ caution 2.0, steal it and she'll send zombie pandas to eat your brains!

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