lie to me ~ - Fenrir Greyback (ba-mofo)

[RHEA ERIS THORNWALLOW]

Rhea was certainly in a great mood, although it rarely showed on her face even as she was glancing up at the sky glad that it was nice out today. Having finally woke up after a decent sleep and really was just bored right now. Nothing happened to intrigue her in this town, and that was one reason she didn't visit home much. Usually it was just to check up on the fact that her sisters were there and they were being kept in line. Phoebe had decided to move back with them, but Rhea was sure she still held a deep hatred for her two sisters somewhere for what they had done. Muggle-borns weren't going to be tolerated within their blood, and Rhea would literally do anything to take them out.

Wearing some black boots that seemed to cover her lower legs and then there was the black leather pants clinging to her curvy frame. A black skirt above the pants, and then a black short-sleeved shirt covered her top frame. It had a slight v-neck to it, but there wasn't much cleavage to show on her frame...well there was a bit, not enough to make anyone drool over though. Surely a desirable lady had she not grown up to act proper and to show no emotions to anyone she had actually liked during her time growing up. Only one boy had caught her attention in the time she had been at Hogwarts, but how he had broken her heart was never said to anyone, not even her sisters.

Even after their break up, the boy had disappeared, and never heard from again. There was no body and it was assumed that bad luck just seemed to follow Rhea as every boy in the school had heard the rumors making her smile coolly each time she heard that. Tradition said that she should walk around the town once more to make sure the guards were doing their job, and by guards she meant the townspeople whom she had scolded numerous times to take care of anyone trying to sneak in to pass as a muggle-born. Rhea hated the excuses they made, and was half-tempted to kill them each time they refused. Stubborn fools, but she knew they were just as blood purist as she was, although some did not possess the skills she did to see through their lies.

So she had to give them credit for not knowing, but now as she finally looked back down she saw a familiar figure walking towards her. Heated discussions between her sisters didn't really leave her unguarded, however, she knew who this man was in the distance. Rhea just crossed her arms, waiting for him to hurry his ass up to get here to discuss whatever he wanted to.

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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: 316 The Tagged: rhea thornwallow The Notes n/a Trivolton, he had heard of the place, he had heard that the terrifying three lived there. Terrifying, ha, those that thought the girls were terrifying obviously hadn’t met Fenrir then. Now the girls plus Fenrir, that was beyond terrifying. He looked at Ana, sleeping peacefully beside him and wondered if she thought he had left again when she woke up to find him gone. Maybe a note would ease her mind. Slipping out of the bed, he ran his hand through his short grey hair, locating his pants and slipping them on. His dark blue eyes sought out his shirt, finding that and throwing on as well. Looking back at Ana, he tip toed out of the bedroom, located a piece of paper and simply wrote 'be back soon' no name, no indication of where he was heading to but at least it was better than nothing. The werewolf grabbed his shoes; hastily put them on as he fumbled for his jacket before heading out into the biting cold wind. Looking up and down the street, he simply apparated once he was positive no one was watching him, landing on the hard ground just outside of Trivolton. Sighing, he made his way towards the town, spotting a figure up in the distance. He already knew who it was...well there were three possibilities. His eyes watched her as he drew closer, realising that their stance was that of Rhea, the leader of the girls. The crazy one, he often heard people call her, but to him she wasn’t anymore crazy than he was. He made her wait as he took his time walking, what was the point of rushing things that didn’t necessarily have to be rushed. It wasn’t like he had somewhere to be, well actually he did, but that was beside the point. "Rhea Thornwallow, it has been a while," he said, finally reaching her. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[RHEA ERIS THORNWALLOW]

Rhea was certain that Greyback would have taken his sweet time, but could he even tell what she was thinking. Hah, doubt it, since she obviously knew how to block her thoughts should she have needed to, but if picking people's minds apart wasn't enough. Rhea just loved the destruction she left behind at the same time, but sometimes she let muggles live to bide their time alone without any of their other family members there. Rhea had killed children too just for being muggle-born, and realized this was something of a mistake as she had learned from Voldemort's mistakes too. Yes, he got in over his head, but he got too cocky, and Rhea was always on her guard no matter who it was. Too many people in this world could turn out to be cut-throats and then before you knew it, your whole world was gone.

Rhea would lose her mind probably if any of her sisters were killed and go on a destructive rampage not caring who got in the way. Funny as that sounded, it really wasn't, but it did clash with the chaotic nature of her chimera core. A rare core indeed for someone as complex as Rhea, but her own mind told her this was just a casual meeting they had arranged. Obviously, she was going to strike a deal with Fenrir so that they would be on good terms with one another. Having already given him a place to stay should he need it, but Rhea had needed to 'Purge' it first to speak. Cleaning up any messes that anyone else left behind would be his job.

Of course, the pure-blood town itself didn't fear the sisters as long as they did what they were told and most didn't worry about them when they were invited over for dinner at places. That was an advantage of being a triplet, you could be three places at once, but with Selene, it made it hard to blend in at times. Selene was indeed the craziest one out of all three, and less level-headed. Smacking Phoebe all the time with that damn fish, but whatever, Rhea had made them learn magic that way at least. Amusing to see Selene manifesting a fish out of nowhere, but then her train of thought focused back on Fenrir.

The old geezer did like to take his damn time, but she wasn't going to comment at how annoying it was. In fact no emotions continued to show on her face as she spoke in return, curtsying a little for the great werewolf himself. "Mr. Greyback, pleasure to see you again, I've ...'purged' your home should you desire to use it," she said with a slight twinkle in her eyes. Obviously she had thoroughly enjoyed making sure there was no one left that would speak a thing about the house randomly having it's newest family disappear without a trace.

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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: 303 The Tagged: rhea thornwallow The Notes n/a He watched as she curtsied towards him. Well now that was how everyone ought to greet him. He was the most feared werewolf after all he should demand more respect. Even those inferior mudbloods should show him respect, more so than purebloods. He had taught a number of people that Fenrir was not one to cross, even at his age now, he was still the best werewolf there was. He could just imagine the blood dripping from his mouth, the tearing of flesh from a disrespectful mudblood, the screams, the smell of fear, it was excitement of the chase and kill. Ah so she indeed remembered. Good, he thought. He hadn’t bothered sending an owl to her and was surprised she was the one patrolling on this day, but everything seemed to fall into place. But what did she mean by purged. "I hope no mudbloods were living in my place," he crossed his arms. Trivolton was meant for purebloods only and well werewolves as well once he moved his family in it. There should be no mudbloods in sight. Well the place would have added defences with the Greyback family moving in. Did she get any enjoyment out of purging the home? As long as she got some enjoyment out of it and the spilling of the inferior blood, it was all good he supposed. As long as there was no blood left anywhere in the place. Did she plan on staying out here all day, or was she going to show him the damn house. He tapped his fingers against his arm, figuring he'd ask...demand her to show him the place. "Lead the way, I want to see it first," he spoke, a slight growl in his voice, hoping she'd hurry up. People waited for him, not the other way around. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[RHEA ERIS THORNWALLOW]

Rhea let out a little cackle as he spoke to her in that tone, and then gave him the usual warning glare that said not to cross her within reason of course. Since her sisters weren't there, she was indeed treading carefully, but on even ground with the three of them against him the only one he really had to worry about was Selene. Now -she- was the insane one that would have likely taken off his head at first seeing him walking up and would have not hesitated in attacking. Rhea really need to keep a tighter leash on Selene and Phoebe wasn't a problem at all. No wonder she fit in so easily undercover with many of the others and then nodded towards him as she spoke in her emotionless robot voice. It almost sounded monotone as if mocking him, but in reality she was just devoid of all emotion right now.

The tinge of joy in her voice as she answered was rather obvious that there had indeed been inferior blood in there about seven years ago. "My dear Fenrir, you know very well, that I take pride in killing every muggle born and half-blood I see, any race of inferior blood is not meant to take part in the glorious raising of Trivolton. Luckily, the newcomers in the home on the farther side of town are blood purists too, and I'm sure they've heard of the rumors about us protecting it...or whatever they'd like to imagine that we three do. For all I care, they could rot in hell if they even think of turning their backs on us...we'll wipe their home off the face of the planet, like the rest that opposed us," she said to him. "As for the blood...I believe Selene licked it all up, she usually was always eccentric whenever it's spilled but I told her not to do that anymore since it's stained blood of muggle-borns that will make her blood rot...and all I get is a cackle as she just enjoys doing that. So I had to have Phoebe clean it all up," she shrugged her shoulders.

It was as if she were chatting with an old friend and they had gone way back, however, they had just recently found one another. Leading him towards the house, it was a good three stories high, and was definitely well-maintained it looked like since the sisters had taken certain precautions in making sure that there was indeed no beggars living there either that had sneaked in. Rhea finally opened the door and curtsied again humbly, "Hope it's to your liking, Master Fenrir, the last muggleborn family has been dead since seven years ago," she added the name, just to see his reaction, although she wasn't normally so formal unless she had something else on her mind.

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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: 480 The Tagged: rhea thornwallow The Notes n/a He knew she and her sisters were into killing mudbloods, but half bloods, now that was something interesting. How would she feel about halfblooded werewolves living in her town? "And what of my half blooded children, would you try and kill them because they are not purebloods?" he asked, might as well get it out in the open. If anyone dared threaten his children...all except for what; he demanded the lost cause aka Seyton, then there would be hell to pay for. He just hoped the sisters knew that. Selene licked the blood up, now there was a girl that would be absolutely wicked as a werewolf. One that would be a good minion to use, but of course he would never bite one of the sisters without their permission first. It was like an unsaid deal between them, he didn’t bite them, they helped him. Fair enough he thought, besides he'd have many other people to bite once he had moved his family here. He walked along her in silence, his eyes scanning the places constantly. Was that a movement of a curtain he saw? Had people known that he was coming, or were they watching out for the sisters? Stopping at one of the taller buildings, he smiled. Soon this place would be home sweet home. He would be able to live with his children and his wife, if Ana agreed to marry him. He still had much to plan in that department, but things were moving on nicely. Master Fenrir, now he liked that name...scratch that, he loved it. A smile appeared on his lips. Soon everyone would be calling him master Fenrir, the greatest werewolf to have every lived. He entered the home and it smelt as if it had been recently built. It had the smell of new carpet wafting through the place. Still he inspected everything; it was his duty to provide the best for his own family nothing less than perfect would do for them. He climbed the stairs and entered the master bedroom. Took once glance over it and imagined Ana in the room, in bed fast asleep. Yes it was perfect, he thought as he left the bedroom and headed back down to Rhea. "Did you add the basement and cage I asked for?" he asked her. He hadn’t seen a door leading to anywhere downstairs, maybe it was a concealed door, that would work out much better it if was. He wanted the large cage in his basement so that he could take his unruly children, lock them up until they saw sense and followed him. He had been specific too, no windows and only one way in and out. The bars of the cage needed to hold strong against a full blooded werewolf and the walls needed to be soundproof. Fenrir looked at the girl, waiting for his answer. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[RHEA ERIS THORNWALLOW]

Rhea was merely smiling at the fact he thought she didn't put his needs first before their own, but this house wasn't just any old house. "You're in for a treat, this house used to be our interrogation facility for any newcomers, but instead we just visit their homes instead. Oh...well, dear Fenrir, if they have werewolf blood in them, then they're already pure despite their previous...qualities...they're technically made pure as soon as the wolf blood is in them. So there honestly wouldn't be a problem with that now would there? Just as long as you're aware, any other dark creatures are welcome here too...that's why we don't have many people that are...'alive' so to speak living in this area that much anymore," she added. Referring to the fact that a vampire family could be residing here in hiding.

Even though she soon moved towards a book case, and then pulling out a big fat book, it seemed stuck to the wall somehow...although she had to pull it straight out to get it to move. Looking at the gaping hole in the wall that suddenly opened up rather magically as the bookshelf turned transparent with a secret passageway behind it spiraling downstairs. "I've tried to accommodate your every need, and the cage is barred tightly enough made with the finest steel. No magic will cut it or work against it either, adamantium is hard to come by you know," she mused slightly. Nodding her head as she lead the way down the stairs letting her hips sway as she did so, deciding to play this dangerous game now.

After all, it wasn't often she got to see Fenrir himself, and by himself no less. Although, she knew there was more to him than meets the eye, and wouldn't put it against him to just chain her in that cage himself to test it out. Regarding that mannerism, Rhea was ready to set up many wards in case it did come to that. The house had been one of the newer ones around there, but the triplets tried to keep up on the house cleaning. At least with a new tenant they wouldn't be forced to keep on looking after it, only to check up on how things were going. The basement seemed like it was far underground but the spiral staircase only winded down about ten times before reaching the cold hard slab of concrete holding a huge cage within it. Not enough space to run around within, but it was heavily caged as a light flickered on as soon as Rhea flipped a switch.

There was a place on the cage where food could be pushed through but it was too small for any actual real food to go through. More or less just able to pass small amounts through it to teach the infant more about how crucial feedings were. "They won't escape from it ever if you lock them up in there," she boasted.

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