Through the Looking Glass [fenrir]

[faolan]

[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;] When one thinks of studying, most assume the best places to do this would be the dorm, common room, library, or generally somewhere quiet. However, there are a few that find silence to be more distracting than sound as it envelopes you. For the most part, Faolan would stand with the noise-liking studiers. Occasionally, he did like to be alone in a quiet space, but that was only if he was in a bad mood or completely stressed; otherwise, he enjoyed the company of others as their banter and discussions played like background music as he focused on his work. Therefore, most who knew him well wouldn’t be surprised to find him in the Hog’s Head of all places with parchment, quill, and a textbook on the table with a bottle of firewhisky or mead close by. After all, it wasn’t like he could sneak this stuff in his dorm, and sadly, he was growing a good fondness of any good drink. Little did he know it was hereditary. Taking a good swig of the firewhiskey, Faolan scanned over a book labeled, “The Book of Werewolves.” As always 17th century books was about as straightforward with titles as one could get. I guess it was luckier for him because they could be easily found among the mountains worth of tomes the library contained. From what he saw, it would be a good place to start for his timeline of werewolf history that was due tomorrow. Idly dipping his quil in the ink he wrote his name ant titled it “Werewolves through the Ages,” before scribbling down the more interesting dates and events that caught his eye. It wasn’t until his eyes crossed the story of Jean Grenier that made him pause, somewhat confused, irritated, and ironically perplexed. The story seemed to be so similar to the ones her heard about his father: raping, killing, and eating victims as he changes into a wolf. Giving a slight growl, he quickly wrote down the date, muttering somewhat loudly, “Why is it always children??” Taking another drink, Faol continued his work, but all the sudden, he started to feel like he was being watched. It was somewhat crowded, so at first he tried to ignore it, though when he looked up to see if he could find the starer, his eyes met with an older, grey-haired man he hadn’t seen around before. If he had known, he’d likely try to escape. The one he was looking at was none other than Fenrir Greyback…

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[FENRIR FARKAS GREYBACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 422 The Tagged: faolan greyback The Notes go here The hogs head, a pub that attracted the strange and dark wizards around. Fenrir was no exception; in fact he fitted right in. He was both strange and dark. He werewolf liked this pub, no one asked questions and didn’t take much notice of others, it was a place to have a few drinks and then leave drunk. Sitting at a table in one of the dark corners of the pub, his blue eyes glanced around. Surely there had to be some young females underneath the hooded cloaks, ones he could take home, back to her place or even in a dark alley and have his way with her; get her to bear yet another child of his. Or if she wanted to put up a struggle, well let’s just say she'd be missing parts of her flesh. Just at the thought of that, he licked his lips. Blood and flesh, the two things that the alpha wolf liked. Grabbing the firewhiskey from off the table, he lifted it to his lips, feeling the burn of the liquid as it ran down his throat. Firewhiskey was perhaps the best alcoholic drink. Screw the girly drinks like wine and champagne. The door opened many times, yet he didn’t bother to look up until it opened once more and the scent of his own kin filled the air. In fact it was one of his own children. He would be able to find any and all of his children no matter where they were, no matter how long it took him, he would always find them. Standing up, he moved to the bar, ordering two more firewhiskeys. It didn’t take long before the werewolf had them in his hands and was making his way to his second eldest son, his eyes meeting with Faolan's. "Care for another," it wasn’t much of a question and he didn’t really give his son a choice as he pushed a bottle of firewhiskey in front of the kid. Did the kid recognise him at all? Out of all his children, he had never really confronted this one, instead he left him to his mother; only staying to make sure his last name on the birth certificate read Greyback. He hadn’t even written letters to him and perhaps Faolan was happy not to have him in his life. Well that was just too bad for the kid now was it, Fenrir wanted him, he wanted all of his children to be full werewolves and Fenrir always got his way. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[faolan]

[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 continued to watch the man as he neared his table with two whiskys in hand. Either, the bloke was a heavier drinker than him or he planned to have company; he really hadn’t thought the other whiskey was meant for him. A perplexed and somewhat suspicious look appeared on his face, as he glanced at the man and the bottle that now stood only a few inches from his hand. His other bottle had recently vanished, since he had finished its contents, but he had been too focused on his Defense against the dark arts class to be in a hurry to call for a refill. As much as he wanted to thank the grey haired man, his ravenclaw conscience couldn’t help but think there was something behind the man’s generosity that he just hadn’t noticed yet. After all, not many adults would pretty much toss a firewhisky into the hands of someone who was barely old enough to be allowed to drink it. Was there a catch to this trap he might be walking into? Then again…it was going to be an all nighter before he would be done with the timeline..what was the harm in just one more bottle? Not able to resist, his hand slowly reached for it as he answered politely, “Always could use another.” A pause then enveloped him as he took a drink and watched his new companion warily, “Though, I gotta ask..what’s the occasion? If you’re planning to sell me something, I doubt I have enough gold to buy it.” He gave a slight smirk at his own smart remark as he leaned back in his chair. Though his small victory didn’t last the longer his eyes remained on the man. He wasn’t sure exactly what, but something didn’t feel right. If he actually had a wolf form, his hackles might have been raised. Giving a skight cough to ease that nagging sensation, he added, “Who exactly are you?” For the moment, he had forgotten his homework still remained in plain sight. It probably had to do with his mind musing on why the old man had yet to sit down. By the look he was given, it felt like he was planning to stick around for a bit.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 384 The Tagged: faolan greyback The Notes go here It seemed like the kid inherited his own brillant mind, but was he as cunning as he was, it was still too early to tell. Seeing Faolan take the firewhiskey, she let a mental sigh of relief out; at least they had established contact so to speak. But what was this about selling him something and not having enough gold. Did he really think little of his father? Just because he left him and his mother did not mean he didn’t look after his children, all they had to do was go to him and he would give them money, of course there was a catch, there was always a catch. Maybe Faolan's mother hadn't told him about his father yet. Had she simply left him out hoping that he would go away, that he wouldn’t find his son. Pathetic woman she was, not preparing her own son for this moment. After everything he had told her to do, it seemed like none of it was done. Oh he'd have to have 'words' with her next time he saw her, perhaps he should turn her instead, then she'd have no choice but to live the life as a werewolf. "I have no need of you money boy," he replied, trying not to snarl at him. Fenrir took a seat opposite his son, his eyes glancing to the book that he had open. 'The book of werewolves', stupid useless book if you asked him. Perhaps he was doing an assignment for school on werewolves. Well if that was the case why not use a real life werewolf, they were so much better than theory based work. Who was he; really did the kid not know. He was the one and only notorious werewolf, how could anyone not know him. People walked in fear of him, they scurried out of his way. He has been the best part of Voldemort's strength and this kid didn’t know who he was. He was definitely going to teach Faolan's mother a lesson. "I'm someone that people are afraid of," he replied, leaning back in the chair as if he owned it, grabbing his firewhiskey. "But you have no need to introduce yourself, Faolan Greyback," he smirked before taking a mouthful of his drink, trying to psych the kid out. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[faolan]

[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 rude as it might have been, Faolan’s dark eyes never left the old man’s. Everything about him seemed familiar, but no matter how hard he tried, the Ravenclaw couldn’t find any feature about the man to spark any type of recognition. It was the most annoying feeling one could get; to have an answer on the tip of your tongue and being unable to spit it out. Really, what happened to his clever mind? Puzzles and mysteries was his specialty…blasted, it likely was the bloody firewhisky’s fault. It really did dull the senses. Placing the firewhisky down, thinking it might let his mind air out, he watched the bloke sit as he irritatedly told him he didn’t want his money. Well at least that was one clue: He obviously wasn’t a greedy back-end seller. That still didn’t take away that he wanted something from him. Of this, Faolan was certain. Not many around here were friendly enough to just have a chat with random strangers. As odd as it seemed, if you weren’t planning to get drunk here, then you were here for shady business. The question that still nagged him was what did the grey haired man want with him? He was just a student and little else…There certainly was no pay off there. The more Faolan watched him, the more he picked up on the subtle signs that his companion was frustrated and/or annoyed for some reason. It was if he had expected the 6th year to already know him. That only made the need to recognize him even stronger if even the bloke thought he was suppose to know him. Dragon balls, who are you? he thought to himself, thinking that swearing might spur his mind to work a bit faster. However, it wasn’t the swearing that helped at all; instead, it was the next clue that made him pause as he brows furrowed slightly as he felt something fall into place…I am someone that people are afraid of.. His gaze had already turned away from his present company as he mused over that sentence, decoding every detail he could. The way he said ‘people’ made it sound as if he separated himself from them… that he was different. Only purebloods spoke like that, however not many upscale purebloods would be found in a place like this. So…there was something he was missing. The only other explanation he could come up with was something his mind didn’t want to think on; there was a good chance he could also be a werewolf that had been part of the snatcher group. He sure did look old enough. Then as soon as he made that connection, it immediately lead him to the image of his father. He had been the head of that bunch that terrorized the wizarding world and played a good part in Voldemort’s power. From what he could remember from his only meeting with the man and a few pictures his mother had showed him, Fenrir had looked like a wolf even in human form with his grisly grey hair and matted beard with yellowish teeth and claw-like nails with brite blue eyes…. Even in a somewhat dull state, his mind began to flash through the similarities between the man in front of him and his father and as the seconds passed his heart began to pound a bit faster as each match was made. The only difference really was that he had cleaned himself up. How could he have been so stupid?? As much as he wanted to deny it, the facts were facts. Part of him for once was hoping his conclusion was wrong, but when he heard Fenrir call his name, it was as if the answer was now set in stone. Faolan eyes quickly flashed back to his father’s now somewhat wider than they had been before. As he watched him, his better judgment was telling him to leave, but something held him back. The Ravenclaw started to reason with himself to ease his nerves. There was no way he was going to look that pathetic in front of him. He might not have been a Gryffindor. But he had to uphold at least some respect for himself. Besides, right now he was in no danger of being changed and if Zmey considered him to be a decent man, part of Faolan was sure he had at least some worth, not to be killed. If Fenrir had wanted to, he’d be dead already. So taking his bottle again, he said a bit unevenly, “Well, what brings you so close to Hogwarts..Da’? Keeping an eye on the golden girl or trying to pop out a few more siblings for us? Is 8 not enough?” Now taking a good swig of the whisky he was somewhat pleased to at least have the guts to speak straightforward with him. Maybe it was that inner pride of how he evaded him only 7 years ago from being changed. None of the others had, but he had been clever enough. Maybe he’d be just as good the second time around, “Maybe I should go and let Zmey know you’re here, I’m sure she’d be ecstatic..” He then started to get up and gather his things as if to leave, but he should have known escape would never be that easy again.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 564 The Tagged: faolan greyback The Notes go here He rested his arms on the chair, almost like a king would on a throne. He pictured himself a king, one of the werewolves and in a way he was. He was an alpha, the leader and what he said went. Oh to have such power and for one not to recognise that power, well that was a little disappointing. Maybe he should have stayed with Faolan and his mother longer, start teaching the boy about the werewolf ways and bite him like he did with Zmeyette. Maybe that’s where he went wrong in a few of his children. But then he had lived with his eldest before and he had turned his back on the name, became a traitor to the werewolf community when he brought home that tasty mudblood and introduced her as his girlfriend. That’s all he saw that girl as, food. Maybe he hadn’t drilled the whole 'forsake humanity' into their heads enough. Still he wasn’t going to let his children get away and well in Faolan's case for a second time. He simply watched the boy, taking a swig of his drink every now and then until...was that fear he could smell. Ah so he seemed to have pieced something together. It made him all the more excited. Perhaps Faolan already knew of him. He licked his lips in anticipation. There was no running for his second eldest son, not this time. Whether he wanted it or not, Fenrir was determined to make him receive the bite. Perhaps he should get Zmey to persuade him as well. And then there were the others, his two little princesses would surely find out the rest of their siblings and either bite them themselves or bring them to him. "I can smell your fear boy," he said as if it smelling fear was such a natural thing like breathing air and to Fenrir it was. He loved it, thrived on the scent of fear. It empowered him, made him feel...thrilled. It seemed like hours had passed since Faolan had spoken to him and although he had become a patient man, there was only so far he would go. But then words came out of his son's mother. Ah so that pathetic wench of a mother must have told him something about his father, still Fenrir felt like having fun with her again, how would Faolan like another sibling? The corner of his mouth lifted, smirking at his son as he uttered that single word he wanted to here, dad. What was he doing here? Well besides this being the best pub, he was looking out for his own children. He didn’t bother answering instead he waited to see if Faolan had anything else to say, perhaps he wanted to know why his own father had never been around. Instead he got something that sounded more like Faolan was trying to avoid him. "Sit down boy," he barked, not caring if the whole pub heard, "You will leave when I say you can." Fenrir himself hadn’t moved a muscle from that chair, "If I want to see Zmeyette I would find her myself, now sit." This time he lifted his hand, forcing the chair that his son had gotten up from to draw closer to him. If the kid had had half the brains he did, he would do as he was told. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[faolan]

[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;] In the laws of probability, he should have known the chance of the same outcome happening twice was about one in a million when it came to his father. However, in Faolan’s defense, he considered the slim chance of escaping was worth the possible failure. He figured whatever Fenrir had in mind for him would be just as bad, or worse, than the chance of being caught. Even as he stood, the young Greyback couldn’t help but pause when he heard the word fear escape the Werewolf’s mouth. Even though he lacked the reckless courage of his brothers, he couldn’t help but be offended at the thought of cowardice. Yes, he disliked confrontation, but he didn’t fear it or cower away from it; his usual tactic was to avoid it when an opportunity showed itself. So speaking in an annoyed, and yet quiet voice he retorted bluntly, “I’d like to call it the need of self preservation..” Faolan then gave him a quick look that appeared to be a mix of irritation, uncertainty, and confidence all bound up in one glance. Part of him knew he should be quiet which figuratively wacked the other part of him that had to get his two pence in, even against one of the most dangerous men alive. There was no way he’d be treated like the others his father had tried to intimidate. It was when he was reaching for his book that he felt his chair jerk forward as Fenrir barked an order to sit down. This definitely was not a good sign. Before the Ravenclaw had time to react, or even respond to his father’s command, Faolan once again found himself in his chair. However, the main difference was his body was now pressed tightly against the table, just as the arms of his seat appeared to seal him in as they touched the table as well. Basically he was in a makeshift cage with the only option to face the man, or rather monster that had hunted him only a few years before. Cursing under his breath, Faolan did his best to sit up straight as his angry eyes returned to the grey haired man before him. Not able to help himself, a low, brief growl escaped his lips at the thought of being told what to do by someone like him. Though, this didn’t last long before he caught himself, knowing that was not the smart way to go. If he was to get out, Faol came to the decision he would have to listen and possibly play along with whatever Fenrir had to say. Somehow finding the guts to lean forward slightly, resting his arms on the table in a mock leisurely fashion, he sighed, “Alrigh’, I’m sorry, just not used to getting so much attention from someone I barely remember. What was it that ya wanted ta talk abou’ then? Surely it’s not just ta help me with my homework?” A brow rose quizzically as he finished his barrage of questions in anticipation to hear Fenrir’s response. As snide as some of his responses seemed, there was now no challenging tone lacing his words. There was more than one way to keep an old man guessing. Not many could change their temperament so quickly, from agitated to mildly curious within a blink of an eye. Would his father be dumb enough to fall for his false sense of power, or would he see right through it?

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[FENRIR FARKAS GREYBACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 394 The Tagged: faolan greyback The Notes go here Self preservation huh, he had to give his son that one, but only that one. Self preservation was among the highest of priorities when it came to Fenrir. If he could use someone to do his dirty work, he would and then he'd sit back and take all the credit. Now that was more like it, Fenrir thought to himself as he watched the boy fail at escaping, ending up pinned to the table. Was that a growl, he asked himself silently. Oh how dare his own son growl at him like that? He was in half a mind to reach over and slap his own son across the face. But he held back, he didnt want to injure his own children, he merely wanted the best for them but if he had to he would, there would be no holding back a chance to be able to change them all to full werewolves and to make sure they knew their place. His dark blue eyes watched as Faolan leaned forward, what was the young Greyback playing at, he wondered. Oh how tempting it would be just to reach over, rough the kid up a little. Faolan begun speaking saying he was sorry and that he wasn’t used to getting attention from someone he didn’t remember much of. Well now, sorry was simply not good enough but he let it slide, this wasn’t meant to be a friendly how's it going talk. But it seemed like Faolan wanted it to be. Homework, he hadn’t done homework for years and he wasn’t about to start now, no matter how much he loved the topic said homework was on. This time he let forward, his eyes locking onto Faolan's. "Don’t play smart with me boy," he hissed at the kid, "I can guarantee any strategy use try and use, I’ve already used it." Faolan indeed had gotten his brain, but he was only young, he hadn’t seen and done the things Fenrir had. "I brought you into this world and I can take you out of it, don’t try me," he issued the warning before leaning back into this seat, taking the last mouthful of his firewhiskey, his eyes never leaving Faolan's. "You wouldn't want anything to happen to your mother either now, would you?" he smirked, wondering what the kid's reaction to that would be. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[faolan]

[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;] What was wrong with him? On most occasions he respected his elders. Yes, there was a possibility he might give a playful insult to some of his teachers, namely atticus, but he knew him well enough to almost be a replacement to the...werewolf who sat with him now. What if Atticus found out? He might actually flip his lid for once. Faolan gave a mild cringe at the thought. His DADA teacher was known for his pleasant, perceptive, and cool headed nature. To see him get genuinely pissed was a horror in itself. Trying to keep eye contact with his father, the Ravenclaw could easily notice his pleasure in the small victory he had by pinning him down. It was kind of freaky because it looked alot like his own response when he outwitted some purist prick or gave a solid blow in quidditch. It was disturbing to know there really were similarities between them and he only worried how many more were lurking in his psyche.... He also could tell the deep seeded irritation as Fenrir's facial muscles appeared to tense at each smart remark. However, it didn't take long before they receded and surprisingly the man kept control. Well, at least so far. Having not really known the human side of him, deep down Faolan was was more nervous than he had ever been. He wasn't sure how much the old man could take before he let lose and who would pay for the consequences. The younger Greyback normally had good perceptions on others underlying intentions, but with his father he could make no conclusions at all. He knew how well he could hide his own, so he couldn't think less of Fenrir. At least not yet. When Fenrir leaned forward and returned his gaze with a solid one of his own, Faolan almost felt the need to move away. For right now, this was as close as he wanted to be, and with just about anyone else, he enjoyed his space. Listening to the annoyed replies to his previous retorts, it almost sounded as if he had known him like any other parent would. Even his own mother had said these words at one time or another, but unlike her, Fenrir had the previous reputation that he would not mind in following through. Feeling a bit relieved that the werewolf had returned to his throne-like stance, he silently let out a breath he had forgotten he was holding. Though when he heard him remark on the safety of his mother, he finally blinked, a bit shocked he would stoop so low as to threaten her. She was a bloody tough woman and with most men he would not doubt she could handle herself, but with Fenrir in the mix and his natural protectiveness, there was no way he could ignore the question. Leaning back as well he sighed, running his fingers through his hair as if he were tired or lost in thought, though after a moment, he looked back at the werewolf and shook his head, "No....if I did...she wouldn't still be here. Besides, why hurt her? Taking care of me was torture enough, don't you think?" There was another pause, as he took a few glances around the table as if he were still planning a way to get out, but feeling that the old man was watching he quickly looked back and added, "Well if it's not homework...Why are you here? What did you want to talk about? I'm not a mind reader, Da."

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 449 The Tagged: faolan greyback The Notes go here Why hurt the one that had given birth to Faolan, such a question had come from his son's mother. Did Faolan really think that raising someone you loved was torture? Obviously the kid still had a lot to learn. Raising a loved one was not torturous no matter how hard it was, they done it out of sheer love, wanting the best for their loved one. If Fenrir had clung to more of his humanity all those years ago, he would have been like her, raising his own children the 'proper' way. In fact he probably wouldn’t have had as many as he had, wouldn’t have cheated on woman in fact he wouldn’t crave both the flesh and blood of young women. But he was who he was and he'd wouldn’t change for the world, instead the world could and would change for him. He wasn’t going to stop for nothing to get his dream, something that not even Voldemort could achieve, world domination. But his was of a different kind, werewolves would run the world and make vampires and humans alike fear the wolf and the full moon. He would change everyone and anyone he could, including Faolan's mother if he had to. Maybe if he did, Faolan would accept the bite more easier than. Oh the possibilities were endless. "It wasn’t enough. Hurting her will ensure that you are put back in line. And she deserves a good spanking don’t you think. not a single word about how you were doing, no owls, no visit, I think she's afraid I’d take you away from her, well then she won’t have to be afraid if she ends up dead now," he spoke, his mind still toying with the idea or changing her, getting her pregnant and now killing her. Well killing would be out of the question he thought after a moment, he needed leverage against Faolan, and a dead mother done nothing for that. Well now, what werewolf was a mind reader, if there was any he would of course like to meet them, convert them to his side and use them. He blinked once then twice before he opened his mouth. "I'm here to make sure all my children turn full werewolves," he replied, almost like he was having a normal conversation with a good friend, "Aren’t you tired of living a half life, never properly accepted in the human world nor accepted in the werewolf community. To feel the weakness after a full moon and never fully shifting, never really as powerful as you’re meant to be; must play havoc on you." There he said it, well not exactly up front but he implied it. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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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 Faolan waited for an answer, the silence between them was probably worse than anything he might have said off the bat. It meant the old bastard was thinking, and that was not really a good thing when he was trying his best to outsmart his father, If one spoke quickly, that meant they were rash, and to the 6th year that was a good sign of weakness he could easily exploit. Pride also followed this, and could be easily manipulated if you knew the right buttons to push, However, as prideful as Faolan thought he was, the werewolf made no move to speak without weighing the options. Feeling a bit disheartened, he cursed to himself at the disappointment and was beginning to worry that there was little he could do but comply to whatever Fenrir demanded. Still focusing on him, the young son waited for some type of reply and when he got it, his brows rose in disbelief and disgust. How could even say such a thing so calmly, as if they were just dicussing small stuff, like her favorite food or what she wanted for her birthday. Instead he was saying it wasn't enough and that it would be good for him, to put him in his place. His opal eyes narrowed darkly as he thought to himself angrily What bloody place is that?! And no, she doesn't deserve it! Shaking his head slowly, a part of him wanted to challenge him to try. In some ways he was certain she'd kick his ass, but as strong as she was, his mother wouldn't survive forever. Fenrir continued to mention that she was afraid of him, that he would take her son away, and how he was denied any news of how Faol had been doing. It took all his will not to let him have it for even thinking such things. Speaking in a cold, restrained voice, Faolan asked bluntly, "What place should I be in? I barely know where I stand now...Though, I gotta admit, death is one of the least fates I would want for her and I think there are better ways to get me to listen. Death doesn't really breed loyalty, only..respect.." His gaze soften as he took a moment to avert his eyes, as if looking at his quill was more important than watching his father degrade the one he loved. More silence fell on Faolan's ears until Fenrir finally spoke again, this time actually saying what his intentions were. In some ways, the Ravenclaw wasn't surprised, seeing that most things he had heard of him constantly spoke of his desire to change the world into the monster he was. He looked back up when his father rambled on, on how bad it must be to be forced between two worlds, not belonging to either one. Not really aware of what he was doing, Faolan gave a nod. In some ways he was right. It was hard to deal with only being part werewolf. The inner tension and pain he felt on the full moon never could be released and normally wasn't allowed near his other siblings when they changed. They might not have lived together, but there was a natural, strong bond that tied them and forced to be alone was pain enough. Then again there were pluses too. He had more freedom and he never fully lost his mind on that night. He could remember what had happened and not have to worry about killing a friend outright. "Sometimes, but I do enjoy keeping my mind for the most part. A Ravenclaw values the mind over power any day...though, on occasion, I do feel restricted." He then tilted his head quizzically and added, "Why do you care so much to change us. What use would it be if we were...I mean powerwise..there's a good chance we could knock you off your throne better as a wolf than anything else.." He then grabbed his firewhisky bottle and down the last third as if he needed it to calm his nerves after his last remark, afraid of how he would take it.."Besides..How would you do it? Not like you can come to school.."

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 967 The Tagged: faolan greyback The Notes n/a This was growing quite tiresome, bantering and bickering with his own son without getting to the point. In fact the whole atmosphere of the place seemed tiresome. Fenrir glanced around, caught the eye of a woman at the bar, the corner of his mouth twitching before he tore his eyes from her. Maybe if she was still here later he could have a 'snack'. That was if he was feeling up to it as well. He turned back to his son, just in time to see his facial reaction. Ah so his mother was a touchy topic, good. Fenrir knew he could get Faolan to do what he wanted, all he had to do was bring up his mother and the thought of injuring or killing her would do it. Ah the young wolf had so much to learn, had he ever heard of something called a poker face, obviously not. He smiled, a rare thing he done, but he had just won a small battle and he would win many more. His words only confirmed what Fenrir was thinking. No one would want their mother to die, to be killed. He had suffered that first had as a child, deprived of his mother because some pathetic muggle had a gun, if only his father had bitten and turned her, things would have been so different. Still that was in the past and he couldn’t dwell on it too long. "What place? Why you should be with you family, with your brothers and sisters following my lead, look at Zmeyette, she knows her place and is happy with it," he brought up the golden girl hoping it would help Faolan accept the bite. Zmeyette was by far his best child, his most beloved and prized child with Valerie next. Although there were a few things he needed to teach the younger girl, she was still cooperative with him. Better ways to get him to listen, such as? Was the firewhiskey one of them, getting the boy drunk, maybe he should just do that on an evening of the full moon, take him into the woods and then change and bite him. Faolan would never know a thing until the next full moon. Now this was a certain surprise as he watched Faolan nod in agreement to what he said, not at full power, always feeling weak after the full moon without having done anything strenuous. "I bet the pain is constant on the full moon for you?" he asked, playing on the weaknesses of being a half wolf, "Not being able to be with the other students and yet not being able to be near your full werewolf siblings, it must be so hard on you. That can change Faolan, just say the word and I can make that disappear." Well ok he couldn’t make it disappear just change him enough to not feel the pain all night, only during the transformation and he'd be able to be with the other werewolves. He liked keeping his mind, oh how pathetic, a wolf's mind was full of instinct and survival, Faolan would love it, everyone would love it once bitten. "You can control that, it takes practice to be able to have your mind during the full moons, but it can be done," he added. Yea right, he thought to himself, the only way is for the wolf to completely take over. Although he did know what he was doing, but it took years and years to be able to see what his wolf done, and in some ways it allowed him better control of his wolf. Why did he care? He smiled for a second time, this one looking more of a fatherly one. Oh he had his reasons but Faolan had no need to know of them yet, he needed to completely make sure his son was on his side, that he wouldn’t back out nor hesitate, that was where Valerie and Zyemette could come in, oh yes he had plans for them too. A good chance for one of them to knock him off his throne. "Why do I care, because my child, you were never meant to be caged with this half life, you were meant to be free, to be able to run under the full moon," he spoke softly. At least Faolan was talking and well hopefully listening to him, "Perhaps that is what I’m planning for, I know I won’t be around forever and the alpha status must remain in the Greyback line, how would you feel if say a Wulfe had it, no, one of my children will lead all werewolves. All of this is to ensure that one of you will rule." Well ok, that was something that he hadn’t thought about and yet it came straight from his mouth without thinking. He pondered on his words for a moment, in truth everything he was doing was for his children now, wanting to change them to full werewolves to wanting the alpha wolf position to remain in the name of Greyback and at the moment Zmeyette was a good candidate for it. She was loyal and done everything he told. He chuckled, oh how alcohol dulled the senses, Faolan didn’t just ask a stupid question did he? "As I recall there is a tournament on at the school and they are allowing parents to go and watch, well I am a parent and that’s my ticket to getting into the school, but...I also have other ways," he spoke. He hadn’t forgotten about the hidden tunnels leading from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts. He had been one of Voldemort’s followers to memorise the passages and he still knew them off by heart, it would be so easy to get into the school. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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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;] Firewhisky was definitely one of his weakest temptations. As long as it's within reach, the Ravenclaw could hardly resist in taking a drink. For someone as smart as him, it was a quick way to dull his senses or numb what worries or pain he had. The main reason why he had been drinking, even before Fenrir joined him, the 6th year had already started to feel the pull and nag of his muscles because the moon only lacked a couple more days until it was full. He needed something to distract his mind so the pain would leave him be fore a few hours. So as their meeting progressed, Faolan pretty much downed two bottles in a very short length of time. In comparison, an average wizard would take the drink in shots and would most likely not finish a bottle by the end of the night. The young Greyback, on the other hand, had downed it like butterbeer, so the effects were quickly kicking in. At first, he almost felt light, as the nervousness and suspicion appeared to vanish. So far, the one he called father had yet to attack him, so why should he be so tense? He was old, so what real damage could be done? Probably very little. Faolan also started to feel the walls of his better judgment and moral codes deteriorate ever so slowly, allowing his deeper thoughts and emotions rise to the surface. It almost resembled the melting of a lake. As the top broke apart, what lied beneath could now be seen. If he had he conscience still remaining, he'd be utterly humiliated and disgusted by what he was about to say... Watching his dad eye a girl, his brow furrowed slightly and a sly smirk crossed his face..."What's with you an barmaids? Is that really how you got Mum? Buy a drink and stare at her all night? I'm sure there...are better ways.." It was his turn to look at her, and he had to admit, the girl did have something worthy to look at. His smirk still visible on his face, he chuckled, "Ta be honest..I don' think ya gotta chance." Blinking a few times, as if to wipe the haze over his eyes, he sighed a bit as he turned his attention back to Fenrir as he spoke. He gave an almost approving nod, when his father went on to say his place was with his siblings and to follow Zmey's example, "She might be yer most loyal...but Da' she's not all together up here..." He then used his finger to touch his head as if to emphasize his words, "I mean she took Remus' side in class...All the other Werewolves did too...They had no idea that their side would die...I was the only one to side with Romulus..Golden Girl lost.." To be honest, Faol was unsure of why he was talking like this. It felt as if he had no control of his mouth or really anything now. All he could think about was another drink and speaking his mind. He might as well have been on veritiserum with how much information he was giving out. No matter how hard he tried to break free of it, nothing was strong enough to break through. He almost felt at home now..just chatting away as if Fenrir had asked how school was going. His father then continued to dig deeper to pull out the cons of being only part werewolf. Using what he said before against him. "No..it's no' fun at all unless I'm with thr Wulfes. Most of them are half blood too...As far as pain goes though it is neverending.." He then locked eyes with the older werewolf with an odd, almost playful look, "Though, what's a Greyback who can't handle pain..Probably not a Greyback at all, right? I've known it so long..I'd feel something is missing if it left.." He then shrugged and signalled one of the barmaids for another bottle. As he waited for it, Faolan listened the best he could until his father finished his little speech. He always hated when he was interrupted, so he figured it would be best to wait...at least until he had another drink of whisky. Taking the bottle as soon as she laid it down, he took a swig before leaning against the table, his head propped up as he watched the old man, a bit uncertainly, "That was not what I expected...You actually want us to have it...Thoughtful...that is. He paused as he remembered Fenrir speaking about the Wulfe's ad how they might take over. Shaking his head, his eyes flashed red as he thought about his friend. He hadn't really thought that their should be a heirarchy between them, but now he was beginning to wonder, "We can't let that happen...though I doubt Hector would step down..." He ran his fingers through his hair as if he quickly forming a plan, though when he heard the werewolf speak about going to the tournament, his brows raised and his eyes narrowed slightly, as if trying to read his intentions, "If ya do Da...ya better behave..all yer old friends will be there..Besides none of us are Champions." Another silence fell, as he gave an almost relenting nod, "Though..I doubt you'd be able to bite me there..Too many witnesses..Ya might want to use plan B.." He then laughed as he rubbed his face before taking another swallow, "I hope yer not losin' yer touch..." Another dark grin crossed his face as he leaned back in the chair, now almost staring in the distance rather than watching his father.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 712 The Tagged: faolan greyback The Notes n/a More silence seemed to have settled over them. This conversation was not moving as quickly as he hoped it would. Well there was something that was certainly moving quickly though as he watched his son drank the firewhiskey. Had all of his children gotten the love of firewhiskey from him, oh how easy it would be to exploit them and bite them when they were drunk, they wouldn’t remember a thing and come next full moon they'd wonder how they could fully transform. He turned his eyes back to that woman, exchanging of innocent and well not so innocent glances in his part were made. All he had to do was way up there, sweet talk her and sweep her off her feet. It was the same routine and women fell for it every time. Suckers, he thought, his smile widening at her as he caught her staring. He would have left the table with Faolan trapped against it just to talk to her, she would do nicely to bear another child of his, he thought but then he heard his son speak, asking what was it with him and barmaids and then asking if that was how he had gotten Faolan's mother. Fenrir chuckled, oh he had so much to teach this young one, so much of his ways to bestow upon him. "Because they're easy prey," he replied casually. Better ways, of course there were better ways, he knew that first had but the glances, buying drinks and talking was one of the better more simpler ways. "Your mother happened to be the one that spoke first, what can I say she couldn’t resist," he shrugged once more. He raised his eyebrow, was that a challenge. Well then he'd have to go back later after he had finished with Faolan and complete the challenge. Of course he could have her, he could have anyone he wanted. Maybe he should bet on that challenge, get Faolan to attempt it was well, but he wasn’t finished with him and this wasn’t an ordinary conversation, besides he didn’t want to risk the chance of the kid running off again. Fenrir couldn’t help but laugh. A deep hearty laugh. Did Faolan really think his golden girl was insane, it was part of the Greyback genes, she more than likely had given into her animalistic nature. "We all do things that make us learn from our mistakes," he replied after his laughter had died down, "That was a class scenario, but chose my side in life and it will get you further than what you could hope to imagine." He glanced back at the woman again, this time holding two fingers up, indicating he wanted another couple more firewhiskeys before listening to his son again. Ah so he was he was friends at least with a couple if not all of the Wulfes that were at Hogwarts, well just as long as they all knew their place it wouldn’t worry Fenrir, the Wulfes could suffer a bit longer in being half wolves, he was more focused on his own children. "Yes I do believe I said that." Did he really have to repeat himself, he had said he was doing this for his children, he didn’t need to repeat himself. Ah so a Wulfe already thought he was top dog, how pathetic was that. Hector Wulfe, he had heard of him. He was nothing but a Halfling much like most of his children. "You could overcome him easily if you got the bite, you could show him exactly who's boss," he crossed his legs, picking up the firewhiskey bottle that had been placed down a few minutes ago. Behave, this was Fenrir he was talking to, since when did the old werewolf know how to behave, but he would at least try. He wanted to see all of his children and well perhaps bite a few if not all soon. "Do you doubt me, I can bite you there if I wished to," he replied. He'd drag his children to the forbidden forest and bite them there, no one would be any wiser, "And you have no need to worry, I may have grown older, but I can assure you I still have my touch." created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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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;] The grin never left his face when Faolan noticed that whatever passed his mouth only gave more amusement to his father. Even the snide remarks about Fenrir’s age, love tricks, and about his eldest daughter had only made him laugh harder. If the 6th year had been sober enough, he might have been a little disconcerted, seeing as he had not yet gained control and understanding of the Werewolf’s motives. However, for the moment, he wasn’t. He wasn’t the drunkest he had ever been, but it was enough to make it easier to laugh, even when tossed with disturbing or troubling conversation. In fact, what normally would have repelled him, appeared to be now equally appealing, so when he heard Fenrir go about saying women were easy prey and his mother made the first move, he only gave an ‘ah, I see’ look before his face became oddly frozen in thought as his eyes fell lazily on the young girls around him. He never really noticed them before until the old man had mentioned it. Faolan must have been blind to have ignored such..‘beauties’. Biting his lip slightly, as if it was the final barrier his superego could do from keeping him talking, Faol finally added in an equally casual tone, “Lassies are easy prey. You chase them, catch them, and have your way....” He slowly glanced back, raising a brow quizzically, “Is tha’ right? An for Mum, she never could help getting herself in places she shouldn’t be.” He gave a laugh of his own and drank another gulp, still chuckling silently as he thought out loud, “I guess I couldn’t hate you for giving her what she wanted...or else I wouldn’t be here..” More silence fell, and his gaze couldn’t help but follow one of the younger girls who had just entered the bar. Part of him was baffled a girl like this one would even look at a place like this, though by the way she held herself he could tell she had no qualms with it.Though the more caring side of him could be barely heard or felt when a sudden drive of hunger and want surged through his body. It was a hunger one really couldn’t place, but it was there and extremely persistent. Too distracted and dazed. “She...looks good enough....to eat.” No longer even fully focused on his father, he still listened as he continued to retort that he hadn’t lost his touch and could easily get him even within Hogwarts. As soon as Fenrir finished, Faol shook his head doubtfully and idly replied, “You’re touch didn’t get me then, so I doubt..it ever will. I’m invincible...get used ta it..” His smirk only widened as his dark eyes started to sparkle in the light, pleased and proud with his answer...

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 574 The Tagged: faolan greyback The Notes n/a A drunk son was always easier to control that a sober one, and it was proving correct with Faolan. It seemed like he had let go of all his inhibitions and was...embracing who he was. But Fenrir wasn’t easily fooled. His mind wondered if he son was just playing with him, biding his time to escape. What his son needed was more firewhiskey, a whole lot more. But he was at least pleased with the progress he had made with his second eldest son, if only his other children would be as easy as Faolan was. The older Greyback smirked, yes they were easy prey, perhaps a bit too easy, but he would take what he could get, after all he did have needs like every other person in this bar. Couldn't hate him, good. He didn’t wish for his children to hate him, he hoped that they could see through all of it and understand that he did love them enough not to want to kill them but to help them. "No you wouldn’t," he replied. If he hadn’t gotten with Faolan's mother he'd probably be sitting here with some other child of his, someone that hated him, like Seyton. Just the thought of his eldest son made him want to rip the boy’s throat out. But he'd have his chance soon, he hoped. "She constantly spoke about wanting children," he added. Well she had mentioned it a couple of times, but hey there was no harm in stretching the truth a little. Getting herself into places she shouldn’t be, well that was the first he had heard of that. Had she been abused by others, had his son's mother let someone into her life who had taken advantage of her? He didn’t like it, just because he had done the same thing years ago, but it was different now. She was his son's mother, only he could threaten her, his children and his childrens' mothers. They were still part of the family, no matter how much he liked or hated them. "If someone is abusing her then tell me now boy," he spoke, his teeth set on edge. Didn’t people know it was wrong to mess with a Greyback, or anyone related to a Greyback? If someone was hurting her, oh he'd have their blood and share it with Faolan, let him have a taste of the power that came with being a Greyback, maybe then he wouldn’t hesitant to say yes to the bite. Glancing up from his son, he noticed the girl that had walked in the same time Faolan had. She was a lot younger than the barmaid, perhaps fresh out of school or in her final year. Maybe Faolan knew her. But with what Faolan said next made him think that perhaps he didn’t know her. "Indeed she does," he licked his lips. He looked her up and down, perhaps he should leave her for Faolan, let him see what it was like with someone...easy. Invincible, him. Ha, Fenrir thought, no one was invincible, not even him. It all came down to the skills one possessed with how long they survived. If Faolan didn’t get the bite, didn’t do as Fenrir said and didn’t side with him, he figured the boy wouldn’t last as long as those that did. "No one is invincible," he spoke to him, rolling his eyes as he ordered yet more Firewhiskey for Faolan. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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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;] He might have been drunk, but that didn’t mean his brain completely stopped working. It would have take a good number of more firewhisky to do that, and in the process he would have been knocked out. So as long as his eyes remained open, there was never a time he ever quit thinking. The only thing alcohol did to him was slow him down, so it was a good thing he possessed a ravenclaw mind or else he might have been hanging on every word his father had to say, trapped in this bloody chair. His feral needs and desires that now appeared to be blossoming, would soon be Fenrir’s loss. He might be losing his own grips on morality as his want for power, sex, and hunger started to grow, but the need to be free was just as important. Even without the whisky, Faolan had a huge problem with confinement of any sort. Even forced to stay in the castle for too long could easily play on his mind. He hated it on just about every level, because aside from his main fears and bad memories, the experience of being penned in was a weakness he had yet to overcome, So, the Greyback’s idea on trapping him in had been a mistake from the start. Perhaps that was why he now was basically draining the bottles as quickly as they came, hoping to drain the tension building in his heart from being made to stay where he was. As his other wants intensified, it only affected the primal desire of freedom, since those needs could not be met here. He wanted to get close to that girl, but he was forced to stay here; He felt the need to run in the forest and hunt just as his father had teasingly suggested but, once again, he had to remain. It was a very subtle torture for him, and in that respect he was glad he was drunk. There was no way Faol trusted his long lost father enough with information like that. The 6th year didn’t even trust most of his friends with that knowledge. So, as he listened to the simple answers and occasional questions Fenrir put forth, his heavily soaked brain was working as fast as it could for an escape plan. It was only when the old bastard mentioned his mother again and asked if she ever has been abused, that his thought momentarily switched gears. Allowing an odd chuckle, between amusement and repressed disbelief, he countered, “So ya jus gave the wench what she wanted...?” He shook his head, expressing his doubt, “I don’ think she said tha’. No...When she told me about you...the night ya chased me...Mum said I was an unwanted gift, but grew ta love me...lies don’ become you..gives ya wrinkles..I see ya got a few...” Roughly dropping his empty bottle on the table, he sighed, but then returned Fenrir’s grim look with a serious one of his own, “What da ya mean abused? There were a few guys who tried to rough her up or sweet talk her for free drinks...it was only you who managed to get her in the sheets. For a brief moment it seemed he had become sober as he unblinkingly stared into his father’s eyes. It only got worse when he saw the werewolf look toward his prize and lick his lips. In his mind, the older Greyback crossed the line. Drawing out his wand silently under the table, he gave a possessive growl, staring Fenrir down like dominant wolf would for its share of the carcass. He found her so his father had no right to her. Whether or not she knew it, the girl was his. It was only when Fenrir said no one was invincible, that the dark look on the Ravenclaw’s face returned to a trickster’s grin. The old cannibal should have known not to challenge him. It was like a doubtful challenge a parent would say to encourage their kid to prove them wrong, and in this state Faol had every desire to do so. Without a word he aimed for the chair Fenrir was sitting on and mumble the switching spell, causing it to quickly changed into an iron cage with crisscross bars that was only big enough to sit in, roughly 4’x4’ in size. Then, within a flash he vanished the table and stood, gathering his books in one hand and the elder Greyback’s whisky in the other. Smirking devilishly, he bent down slightly so Fenrir could hear him say mockingly, “Da...as good as yer proposal sounds with whisky sloshin’ in my melon, there is no way I can follow a man unless I know he’s better than me..and by the looks o’ it...it does na look promising..” Giving a slight laugh he straighten up, “If ya really want ta get your son back...you’ll have ta catch me first..Like an old fashion game o’ wizard’s chess mixed with hide n’ seek. Just like old times in the alleys of whitechapel. In the meantime..have fun gettin’ out...” He then turned and slowly started towards the door...

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[FENRIR FARKAS GREYBACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 625 The Tagged: faolan greyback The Notes n/a Fenrir face remained calm throughout the whole conversation and yet deep down he was fuming, and what Faolan told him about his mother made it all the more worse. Unwanted gift, never. He had children because he had plans for them, none were ever unwanted, it was what they done that warranted that. "Well then, tell me this boy, she says you were unwanted, but she refused to let anyone take you away from her right after your birth. I offered to take you and yet she kept hold of you, that boy, is not a sign of someone being unwanted. Of course if she allowed me to take you, we wouldn’t be having his conversation and you'd already be a full werewolf with the ability to control the wolf and fight properly. I may even be teaching you how to perform wandless and non verbal magic," he said matter o'factly. If only he had taken his children and allowed Zmeyette mother to raise them, then perhaps everything would have turned out differently, well maybe not with Seyton, he was a lost cause but the others, they would have been like Zmey, willing to follow him with whatever he done. Ah well that was good in a way, he knew the women he had bedded could handle themselves out of the sheets, but in-between them was a whole other story. Well at least he had been the only one to get her in bed with him, perhaps if he showed up in her life again, any other men would think twice about her. In fact if his son just got the bite, he was sure none would go near her, knowing that she was a mother to a werewolf. Either the alcohol had affected Faolan's brain or he just had thought of that. Well then, Fenrir wasn’t going to be the one to tell him, oh no, he was going to let Faolan figure that one out on his own. Of course, that was if Faolan ever wanted to protect his mother, but what child wouldn’t. He would have done the same for his own mother, but he never had the chance to. Faolan's growl made him snap out of his thoughts and stare at the boy, weren’t they already past the whole growling at each other stage. Fenrir brushed it off, the kid had no wolf to back up that growl, just merely a few traits. A moment later he found a cage around him and the table having vanished. Ah, so the boy wanted to challenge him. Fenrir wasn’t going to bow down, not to anyone, especially not his wayward son. Instead he laughed at him, dark and almost evil like. "You have much to learn boy, so much more. If only you were to get the bite, I could teach it all to you," he spoke from within the cage, "I am far greater than you my boy." What was that, he was wanting Fenrir to chase him, the werewolf was not here to play games and so he waved the kid off. He'd let him think he had one this battle, but the war was far from over. Waving his hand, the cage dissolved and he was left standing, watching the back of his son. He chuckled, stupid idiot, he thought as he turned to the girl that his son had eyes on, walking up to her. If his son thought he could have her, he was terribly wrong. The alpha always got what he wanted no matter whether or not a member of his pack wanted it as well. "Hello sweetheart, can I get you a drink?" he asked, putting on his suave charm, one that always got the ladies. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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