- - - Hurricane* [Jaedyn/Seyton]

[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: 500 The Tagged: seyton and jaedyn The Notes n/a Jasper still hadn’t come to him, it was nearing two weeks now and still no sign of the newly changed werewolf. He was just too damn stubborn, he hoped the kid was suffering just for that alone. He needed everyone to watch over him, to keep him away from Seyton and his god damn influence. Jasper was his, he had won over Seyton, he had gotten his way and now Jasper was a werewolf, a fully fledged, newly created werewolf. Oh he would love to have been a fly on the wall to see Seyton's reaction when he found out. He could just picture the anger and frustration in his eldest son and it made him laugh. He had previously warned the pathetic excuse for a werewolf and it just proved that Seyton could not protect anyone let alone everyone. He hadn’t been able to protect his mudblood ex, he hadn’t been able to protect Jasper and he hadn’t even been able to protect himself. He should have killed him way back when this all started, but he hadn’t been able to see the future and back then he hoped Seyton would see the error of his ways, but alas he didn’t, he was deluding himself. He ran a hand through his short greying hair. Seyton was becoming more of a pain in the arse lately, especially when it came to his siblings. If Seyton wasn’t careful, he would issue a death warrant for him, anyone who killed Seyton would be rewarded greatly. Yes Fenrir had that much power and he wasn’t afraid to use it, he wasn’t afraid to clean out the dead weight in the family. It would prove to the others that if they rebelled then they'd end up like Seyton, dead. Oh he could just picture it now, he would literally dance on his son's grave, laughing like a maniac. He already proved that he wasn’t afraid to hurt his children, he had showed Jasper twice that he was not one to get on the bad side of. Dark blue eyes glanced up to the grey sky, the snow had stopped falling for a few days now, but the smell still lingered in the air and he knew the sky had not finished crying the white delicate flakes. He wondered if Seyton would come after him, or if he'd stay with Jasper, fuss over him and baby him until the full moon. He rolled his eyes at the thought, not if he had anything to do about that. That’s why he wanted to talk to the werewolf that he considered more of a son that he did Seyton. Trudging up to the tree line, he peered into the dark forest that rested on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. Not as dark as the forbidden forest, nor as menacing, but it was a forest nonetheless, it was like a second home. There he waited, his mind constantly going over every possible way of getting Jasper away from Seyton. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

a simple trip to hogsmeade. that's all seyton had planned. an hour away from the castle, fifteen minutes there and back, a half hour to waste in the various shops and sites he had enjoyed so much as a student when he came to the little village with his friends. maybe he'd visit the shrieking shack, remember the times when he and angel had ventured there for a bit of alone time and been terrified by the simple stories of menacing apparitions appearing in the creaky old building... whatever he did, he'd be back in his office before anyone even noticed he was gone, not that anyone really care if he did disappear for longer... lord knew he'd been on shift often enough in the hospital wing lately to earn even a few days of rest and relaxation for himself and himself alone. yet, for some reason, he was only taking an hour.

he set out after the evening meal, slipping quietly away from the great hall while the majority of students an staff were still seated at their tables enjoying the food the kitchen's house elves had provided. he returned to the hospital wing and his quarters there for just a few minutes to grab some money and a jacket and then headed off towards the quiet little village. it was completely peaceful on the pathway. really the only sounds the werewolf could hear was the rhythmic crunching of snow under his feet at each step he took. it gave him a lot of time to think and relax, watching his breath rise in the chilly air.

this had been... well, he wasn't sure how to describe them lately. very stressful, he supposed, for a while after he ran into jasper's confrontation with their dear old father. sey'd been completely paranoid and worried of fenrir's retaliation of jasper and seyton escaping from his grasp... then the said retaliation had came, jasper nearly throwing himself off of a tower because of it, and since then... was it weird to say things had calmed down? it was like much of the stress was lifted from the nurse's shoulder knowing that the first strike had come, he didn't have to worry about fenrir ruining jasper's humanity any more. that ship had sailed, and despite the panic things had turned out... well, they could have been worse. of course their father was still a worrisome topic, but for some reason seyton felt more confident. he couldn't explain why, he just did. maybe because fenrir's plans had failed? yeah, he'd bitten jasper. big woop. that was being dealt with, and as far as seyton was aware jasper was still sure of who he was, right? fenrir hadn't done anything to convince jasper he was in the right... right?

the nurse sighed slightly, kicking at a small snowdrift as he walked by, hands huddled in his jacket pockets as he looked around the white world. as he'd walked the sky had begun its wonderful change of colors from a grey-y blue color to the beautiful oranges and reds of the evening. soon enough the sky'd be dark and the path along to hogsmeade nearly black. it wasn't a usual hogsmeade trip day, so there wasn't any extra lighting along the path between hogsmeade and hogwarts, but that didn't bug seyton at all. he was, after all, both a wizard and a werewolf. his night vision was quite good, and if it wasn't adequate a simple 'lumos' would illuminate his path.

sound traveled far in the winter, farther still when you had the hearing of a werewolf. a crunch of snow not caused by the nurse made him pause, shifting his body as quietly as he could tof face the noise. nothing but trees a ways off down the path... maybe just another animal. sey resumed his walking, but stopped again closer to the first sound when he heard another. ...maybe that had been his imagination 'caused by paranoia... either way, sey paused and looked around. still nothing that he could see... and then the scent hit him, causing his entire body to tense, his hand darting out of his pocket with his wand firmly in his grasp, down at his side. at least the bastard was alone. ...but then again, so was seyton, and he knew that if he were aware of fenrir's presence the elder werewolf would almost certainly be aware of his. no sense in keeping quiet, then. "which one of your brainwashed brats are you meeting with tonight, fenrir?"

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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: 677 The Tagged: seyton and jaedyn The Notes n/a The evening was peaceful, something he hadn’t experienced for a while, well without Ana around, but that was a completely different kind of peaceful. The night could swallow him up and he'd be happy for it to do so. He felt like he was the personification of the night itself, invincible, strong and prideful, not to mention peaceful. He felt all these things and more. Although people saw him as an old wolf...an old man, he felt like he was so much younger than he was, he felt like he owned the night and the world, like he could do absolutely anything. He turned and made his way to the darker shadows of the tree line. Jaedyn would be able to find him, but others that weren’t of the more supernatural kind wouldn’t know he was there. Perhaps they'd feel a presence around the area but they'd put it down to the haunting of the shrieking shack that was not too far away. Humans were pathetic creatures, except for a few exceptions, one of them being his dear Ana. He leaned against the thick tree trunk, the bark digging into his back, yet he did not find it discomforting. He was used to living it rough, to sleep on the hard ground, to using fallen logs as pillows. He was used to the roughness. The bark was a reminder for him to remain alert. A noise caught his attention and he straightened up, taking a step towards the noise, wondering if it were Jaedyn. The noise had stopped and so he stopped moving himself. Whoever it was, wasn’t Jaedyn, the young werewolf would have already announced it was him. Fenrir took a deep breath, but couldn’t tell of the scent just yet. It didn’t help that the wind wasn’t blowing it his way. Another noise and so he mimicked the noise. This was beginning to feel like a game of cat and mouse, one he knew he would win, no matter who it was. And as the person spoke, the wind brought their scent, Seyton. What was his eldest doing out in Hogsmeade at this time, had he finally given up on Jasper. A sinister smile spread across his face at the thought but soon dropped when he realised what Seyton had said. Brainwashed brats? Really now, he never resorted to the brainwashing technique, although maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea, he could get a hold of Seyton and brainwash him, he'd be his first victim. The wolf stepped out of the shadows and finally saw Seyton, this time a smirk graced his face. No matter what Seyton tried doing to him, Jaedyn would soon be here and he doubted the young werewolf would allow Seyton to hurt him. "The only brat I see here is you," he replied, "but it is none of your business whom I am meeting. Run along before I decide to turn you into an evening snack." Although it was a minor threat, it was certainly not an empty one. He would kill and devour the boy that stood before him. Yes he still saw Seyton as a boy, not as a man, in his eyes Seyton would never be a man until he stopped deluding himself that he could rebel against him and the rest of the family, until he saw sense. He took in his eldest son's appearance and immediately noticed the wand, the next he was what seemed like stress etched over his face. Good he thought, the only thing that he thought could cause such stress in the boy's life had to have been Jasper and the bite or there was a student causing him grief, well if that was the case he'd have to personally congratulate them. "You dare draw your wand against someone unarmed?" he asked, raising his hands to show he held nothing. Well technically he wasn’t unarmed, he still had his abilities. Just one flick of his wrist and he could send anything at Seyton or even disarm the kid, which sounded tempting. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

the tension in the air and the nurse's body could be cut with a knife as sey peered through the thickening darkness at the trees, trying to catch a glimpse of his unfortunate father before the guy had a chance, if he chose to, to try to incapacitate him. for a few moments there was no answer, making seyton second guess his decision of speaking up. crap… if fenrir hadn’t known he was around, there wouldn’t have been any trouble without sey announcing himself… then again, the nurse knew that even if he hadn’t thought fenrir knew he was present he probably would have done something to announce himself. he’d been itching to get his hands on the elder werewolf for too long, especially since jasper’s bite.

when fenrir finally did appear the nurse had to observe that it was almost funny how seyton’s emotions for any scenario weren’t what he might have expected for it. he thought he’d be worried? he turned out angry. he thought he’d be angry? he turned out steely calm and determined. sure, there was a very persuasive, angry voice in the back of his brain urging him to find the first kiss that came to mind at his father, but his hand remained fixed at his side, pointed at the ground but ready to dart upwards at a second’s notice. fenrir deserved so much words than a simple hex, but seyton wasn’t an idiot. you didn’t ever want to be the first to make a move in a fight. it put you at a disadvantage right off of the start, especially with a guy possessing fenrir’s abilities.

"The only brat I see here is you, but it is none of your business whom I am meeting. Run along before I decide to turn you into an evening snack." really, seyton didn’t care too much who fenrir was meeting. probably zmeyette… the little slytherin was so far in fen’s clutches she could search a thousand years and find her way out. no wonder fenrir was proud of her, she practically worshipped the man. a brainless minion, just like fen liked them. whether fen was meeting with her, adri, or even isa… it didn’t make too much difference the the nurse. as long as he was keeping his claws away from jasper and, of course, echo (though, as far as seyton’s knowledge met, fenrir had never met the girl). the alpha werewolf could interfere with the lives of those who’d decided to let him interfere as much as he wanted, as long as he stayed away from the kids with sense.

”coming from you, i take the brat comment as a compliment.” when would fenrir learn that sey couldn’t be threatened or insulted? hopefully soon, as this was only their second meeting in over six years, and sey wasn’t too keen on any further meetings after this one. it would be wonderful for him to just forget about his dear old dad, but of course as long as he had siblings like echo and jasper there was no way in hell that would happen. what would be even more wonderful was if this did happen to be their last meeting because fenrir met some mysterious, hopefully incredibly painful death. yeah, that was certainly the ideal scenario. probably not likely right now… not with seyton as a cause, but still, a guy could dream, couldn’t he? he was far younger than the aging werewolf. sey was pretty much in the prime of his life whereas fenrir- in his what was it? sixty-four years?- could not longer claim to be young and agile. certainly he wasn’t yet some feeble man in need of a cane for basic movement, but if not for the man’s abilities seyton felt far more confident than he might have at seventeen that he could match the man in a fight.

speaking of the said abilities… "You dare draw your wand against someone unarmed?" sey shook his head, a sarcastic sort of chuckle rolling through his throat. seriously, was fenrir trying to pull that on him? ”really, don’t try to treat me like a fool. you’re just as dangerous wandless as you are with a wand.” perhaps even moreso because he didn’t have to worry of the ‘stick of wood’ getting in the way or impaired somehow in his spells. sey glanced quickly down the path, wondering how long he might have before whomever it was fenrir was planning on meeting arrived. well, that was assuming they came out here... it was almost dark, and students would be confined to hogwarts and its grounds soon enough, so fen could have just as easily been on his way to the school when sey came across him. "so i think i'm just evening the playing field."

(ugh... i don't feel like i gave fen anything to respond to here. xD if you can think of something for him to do/say, go for it. if not maybe i can think of something to modify this with tonight.)

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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: 678 The Tagged: seyton and jaedyn The Notes n/a The werewolf should have known Seyton wouldn’t have taken heed of his threat, Seyton never did listen to him, in fact he always seemed to do the opposite. He wondered if he told him not to jump off a cliff that he would defy him and actually jump off it. It was a tempting theory to test out, but the wolf disagreed with him. Seyton was too smart to fall for something like that and instead find another way to disobey him. He half expected Seyton to have raised his wand and shot a spell at him by now, but the hand that held the thin piece of wood remained still. It was a smart move on Seyton's part, yet it would have been smarter to put the damn thing away. Didn’t he realise that if he had every intention to hurt him without this big confrontation, that he would have done so with the countless number of opportunities he had beforehand. ”coming from you, I take the brat comment as a compliment.” Of course he would, only someone like he would do so. It made him chuckle, how stupid could one get, no one took the word brat as a compliment. Of course Seyton was a brat but he was so much more as well, an idiot, pathetic, not worthy of his heritage, stupid. There were many more words that popped into his mind, but the word that stood out in his mind was child. Yes that was what he definitely was. Although he looked like a grown man, Seyton was anything but. "Only a child would take that as a compliment," he replied and decided to further antagonise his eldest son. "No wonder she wants nothing to do with you," he spoke, referring to Seyton's ex. Yes he would use Angel in every possible way to hurt him. "You'll never understand what a woman wants, what she desires because you are too childish to comprehend such things. Yes women want someone to love and cherish them. Most of all they want someone that can protect them, make them feel secure. Its why she wants nothing to do with you, you could not provide something that a man could, you sat there and watched as I broke her like a doll. She wants a man, not the child that you are." he paused, licking his lips, "And that is the reason why you will never win against me, you are just a child." Merlin it felt good antagonising Seyton. The only way Seyton would become a man in his eyes was if he saw that the path he travelled down was wrong, that when he saw sense and finally came back to the family. To him, age did not defy when someone became an adult or remained a child, it was the actions of the person and every action that the wolf in front of him done screamed child. Even with his next words about treating him like a fool, well Seyton was indeed one, simple as that. But of course he was right, he was just as dangerous without a stick in his hands, even without his ability to send spells without a wand or words, he was still just as dangerous because of his wolf, his guardian. "so I think I’m just evening the playing field." He really wished the boy could hear himself speak, he would certainly agree on how childish he was being. Seyton did not need a wand, he had abilities of his own, or perhaps he had forgotten of those. Nevertheless he was sure the wolf would not have let itself be forgotten. He pitied the wolf within Seyton, being dumbed down and caged by a stupid potion. When would people realise that wolves were never meant to be caged. "Child," he mumbled, letting the wind carry his voice. He needed to talk to a real adult, he needed to discuss his plans with Jaedyn and he wished the wolf would hurry up so that Seyton could disappear from his presence. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

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"Only a child would take that as a compliment," this coming from a man whose ideas of family and children were so skewed they belonged in the dark ages. “no, only a child would worry himself with pleasing a man like you so that you would have no reason to call him a brat.” sey very much preferred being a child in his father's eyes than an adult, aka a minion to everything his father believed. maturity was not about following your parents without thinking, it was about making your own decisions in life and being wise enough to follow what you believed in regardless of outside factors. apparently seyton's father had his definitions of the word screwed up along, of course, with countless other things in his life.

really, how did fenrir think that last comment would affect seyton? was he expecting his eldest son to go all spazztastic just because he didn't get the approval of daddy dearest? fenrir's approval of anything seyton did was a moot point by now; it would never happen. nothing could ever make seyton do the one thing that might at least make fenrir accept him a little bit, which the alpha werewolf probably realized, anyways. which again begged the question, since seyton had made his stance on everything his father believed in so clear, why would the older werewolf believe his little taunts would have any effect on the nurse? well, he is growing old... maybe he's going senile.

"No wonder she wants nothing to do with you," the nurse's eyes instantly narrowed. it didn't take a brain surgeon to realize who the 'she' fenrir was referring to was, and of course his dear father would just love to pick and prod at the things the clearly hit seyton the hardest. whatever, it was just his father's pathetic opinion... seyton needed pay no heed, right? "You'll never understand what a woman wants, what she desires because you are too childish to comprehend such things. Yes women want someone to love and cherish them. Most of all they want someone that can protect them, make them feel secure. Its why she wants nothing to do with you, you could not provide something that a man could, you sat there and watched as I broke her like a doll. She wants a man, not the child that you are."

scowling, the nurse shook his head. "you know what i understand? that too many things are fucked up about that. the first being that i was seventeen and so was she. bullshit to your ideas of 'what a woman wants'. they certainly don't apply to a teenager. angel left because of you, which no doubt makes you ecstatic. she left because though i was not and certainly never will be your little minion, she thought i had the potential to be one." not that he could blame her... the apple never fell far from the tree was how the old saying went, wasn't it? at least seyton was trying as hard as possible to make that false where greybacks were concerned. the world didn't need more monsters like fenrir.

"And that is the reason why you will never win against me, you are just a child." he really was quite hung up on calling his eldest son a child, wasn't he? sey rolled his eyes, grip tightening around his wand a bit. "believe that if you want. makes things easier for me." "Child." seyton smirked, shaking his head. "you're just a bitter old man, fenrir. pissed off that you never had the perfect eldest son to carry on your plans, and pissed off that another one of your kids is following down pretty much exactly the same path i did. you don't like not being in control."

(terrible post... sorry, it's late at night and i can't think. oh, and if fen realizes that the 'exactly the same path' thing is kinda in reference to love life too or not is up to you.)

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[JAEDYN RAEDON LOPEZ]

today was a good day. everything about it had been, essentially, perfect for the young werewolf. he'd woken up in the morning past eleven am next to a hot blonde, snuck out of their hotel room without her noticing and asking for his name or number, and even caught the time of a pretty brunette (mere flirting) before getting out of whatever minuscule no-name town he's spent the evening before in. luckily wizarding apparition provided an easy means of escape and transportation wherever you desired to go. he'd spent the day making a few deals with a some shadier characters on the london streets, and left the city in the afternoon with his pocket much heavier. for only waking up roughly seven hours earlier, jae felt that he'd had a very satisfying, productive day.

but now, of course, it was just going to get better. anyone who knew jaedyn knew not to mess with him. it was near impossible to earn his respect, and if he didn't respect you nor like you he generally would jump at you with a moment's notice. you could say he wasn't a sociable guy, unless you were some pretty little thing drunk out of her mind in a bar in the evenings. there were few men in the world who he both liked and who had earned his respect, and he just so happened to be on his way to meet with one of them now. fenrir greyback. the man was a bloody genius, and how he didn't have more following him the werewolf wasn't sure. yeah, you could say that jae was proud to be useful to the guy, especially when the man, or boy, who should likely be in jaedyn's place had turned out to be a backbone-less pansy of a man. whatever, jaedyn wasn't complaining about that. seyton was a fool, and he'd realize that someday soon, hopefully. preferrably for jaedyn would be moments before a very painful death.

with a loud crack the werewolf apparated outside the hog's head in a little alley, the same one that he'd met with the delightful miss rosier a few weeks earlier. he glanced at the wall that they'd been up against, a small smirk crossing his lips at the memory, before he set out into the quiet street and began walking towards hogwarts and the meeting place that he and the alpha werewolf had arranged.

he hadn't walked far, however, when he heard voices. two of them, and both extremely familiar to him. what the hell are the odds... jaedyn mused to himself, slowing his pace to lower his noise as he crept nearer. luckily in the crisp winter air sound travelled far, and of course the wolf genes in jae's body enabled him to eavesdrop quite well on the pleasant little father-son chat. "you're just a bitter old man, fenrir. pissed off that you never had the perfect eldest son to carry on your plans, and pissed off that another one of your kids is following down pretty much exactly the same path i did. you don't like not being in control." jaedyn's eyes narrowed at the same time that a quiet snarl rumbled in the back of his throat. how stupid was the nurse, really? well, long ago it had been proven his iq must be lower than that of a toddler, but to talk that way to the alpha werewolf? had losing his pet mudblood made him that suicidal?

the nurse was facing away from him, apparently entirely fixated on his dear old dad. fantastic. it gave jaedyn plenty of opportunity to walk up behind him, feet stepping on the packed snow along the path for the least amount of noise until he was directly behind his 'old friend'. "aw, a family reunion! how cute!" a millisecond later his fist connected with the back of the nurse's head, making a lovely cross between a 'crack!' and 'thud!'. "watch your fucking mouth, 'buddy'."

[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: 607 The Tagged: seyton and jaedyn The Notes n/a For shit sake, he wanted to shout at the nurse. He really wished Seyton could hear himself, arguing over a pathetic brat comment. Was that his tactic, to annoy the hell out of him until he made the first move? Sure there had been countless times where Fenrir had made the first physical move in a fight, but it had always been something some wannabe smart arse punk had said. In his eyes Seyton did just that, worry about pleasing a man. Although it wasn’t him that he was trying to please, was it not his boss that he tried to please, everyone who worked under someone tried to please them. He chuckled, shaking his head. He really wanted to argue that point but forced himself not to, it was moot, there was no way that any logic and sense would get through Seyton's thick skull. "you know what I understand? that too many things are fucked up about that. the first being that I was seventeen and so was she. bullshit to your ideas of 'what a woman wants'. they certainly don't apply to a teenager. angel left because of you, which no doubt makes you ecstatic. she left because though I was not and certainly never will be your little minion, she thought I had the potential to be one." Of course, Seyton just had to argue his points. The werewolf wanted nothing more than to shut Seyton up...permanently. But again, he wanted the younger wolf to make the crucial first move. "Have you forgotten, at seventeen you are an adult in the wizarding world. Of course if she hadn’t have crammed all the muggle shit down your throat and up your arse, you would have remembered. So no, she did not leave because of me, she left because of you," he sneered. Little minion, did he not see that he was very similar to Fenrir, well apart from the childish behaviour. "You say you don't want to be like me, but you are. Apart from that childish mind of yours, you are exactly like me. You proved that long ago when you attacked me, I had not harmed a single hair on your head before that day; you were the first to attack your own family, your own blood kin. Something I would have done as well if I were in your shoes, but I would have had the cunning and the knowledge to actually win." He said no more on it, he was tired of playing this games, bantering back and forth when he knew he wanted to kill Seyton and he was positive the nurse wanted to kill him as well. As Seyton continued his childish rants, a movement behind caught his eye. Ah so Jaedyn had appeared. A cold, sinister smirk appeared on his face, his eyes dancing with excitement. This was the first time that Seyton and Jaedyn had seen each other for a long time, or so he assumed. Maybe they had crossed paths before without him knowing...actually no, he would have most likely heart about it. He turned back to Seyton, in time to hear him say something about not having the perfect eldest son. In a sense Seyton was right, but then family wasn’t just all about blood. And then he heard it, the loud noise that Jaedyn created as he hit Seyton. The only thing that could be better was if Seyton dropped dead. "Really I don’t have a prefect eldest son? Well I guess you just haven’t met him yet. Seyton, meet my perfect eldest son, Jaedyn," he smirked, wondering what Seyton's reaction would be. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

why was this conversation even continuing? all it would take was a swift turn in place and seyton could be wherever the hell he pleased, far away from the bastard of a man- or wolf, that he was forced to call his father. this conversation was a waste of time, and frankly seyton didn’t like his odds the longer he was around fenrir. he was clearly on edge, and he felt that fenrir was just as relaxed as ever. why the hell wouldn’t he be? no doubt the man had experienced far worse stand offs back in the days before voldemort’s fall, probably against aurors or people in general far more practiced in offensive magic then a goddamn nurse. the longer seyton stood there the more uneasy he became, the tension holding his body rigid and still with the only thing moving being his mouth.

"Have you forgotten, at seventeen you are an adult in the wizarding world. Of course if she hadn’t have crammed all the muggle shit down your throat and up your arse, you would have remembered. So no, she did not leave because of me, she left because of you," it was funny, the laws that fenrir actually did decide to follow. screw the laws about abuse of children, screw the laws about violence, kidnapping, and murder. the ones that helped fenrir were the only ones that mattered, right? they were the only ones that justified his points, so he could ignore the rest. seyton couldn’t wait til the guy slipped off and had a team of aurors set after him once more. ”the law doesn’t apply to the mind. teenage years are teenage years, even if you’re able to do magic.” why was he still bothering to argue?

"You say you don't want to be like me, but you are. Apart from that childish mind of yours, you are exactly like me. You proved that long ago when you attacked me, I had not harmed a single hair on your head before that day; you were the first to attack your own family, your own blood kin.” sey clenched his teeth together, free hand squeezing into an even tighter fist at his side. there were so many things he wanted to say, so many things he should say, but the only sounds he could seem to squeeze out through his teeth in a low growl were, ”you hurt her. that was enough.” “Something I would have done as well if I were in your shoes, but I would have had the cunning and the knowledge to actually win.” no shit. seyton had been seventeen, his father still ancient. of course seyton hadn’t had the skills to win in a fight… it had been pure anger driving him back then, unaided by experience. next time… next time would be different.

he didn’ have a chance to respond, though. "aw, a family reunion! how cute!" sey began to instinctively turn towards the familiar voice, but the next thing he knew he was literally falling, his head pounding as though he’d just been mauled by a hippogriff. he stumbled forwards and managed to fall to his hands and knees, instead of face planting in the snow, though his wand flew out of his grasp from the force of, well, whatever the hell had just happened. "watch your fucking mouth, 'buddy'." stunned, the nurse groaned a bit, moved a hand to the back of his head, and tried to stand up, doing his best to angle his body so that his back was turned to neither his father or the younger man who was still very recognizable by his voice.

"Really I don’t have a prefect eldest son? Well I guess you just haven’t met him yet. Seyton, meet my perfect eldest son, Jaedyn," a harsh bark of a laugh escaped the nurse’s throat, rather breathless from the blow still. ”is this where i’m supposed to get jealous, fall on my knees, and beg for forgiveness all because daddy recruited a mindless freak to try to replace me?” he directed a hard glare at his old, unfortunately, friend’s face, which was a little bit weird… last time the pair had been face to face, at st. mungo’s, jaedyn had been a good three or four inches shorter than himself, and now the height difference had been reversed. besides that, well, seyton certainly could see who fenrir had recruited as the muscles and why…

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[JAEDYN RAEDON LOPEZ]

seeing seyton fall, as pitiful as a dog, was rather enjoyable to jaedyn. so sure that he was so much better than everyone else… so sure that he was right, when really all he was was a pathetic, weak, spineless pansy of a man… seyton really needed to get some sense knocked into him, and if jaedyn was given the chance to be the literal ‘knocker’, he was rather glad to take the opportunity. he questioned his judgement somedays of how he had once considered the nurse to be his friend. seyton had seemed to be different back then, it had been before he’d ‘fallen in love’ with his little mudblood pet, but still… shouldn’t jaedyn had seenthe signs? the pathetic softness, the grimaces whenever jaedyn made a comment about the mudblood teachers or one of the bloodtraitor students in their year? he should have been aware that seyton was going sour fast, and he should have done something… but in that sense, so should have fenrir. unfortunately neither of them had noticed the signs and the problem had spiraled into the fool in front of them.

"Really I don’t have a prefect eldest son? Well I guess you just haven’t met him yet. Seyton, meet my perfect eldest son, Jaedyn," the proud smirk stuck on the werewolf’s face as he watched the blood greyback. if not for the fact that he had a twin whose genes appeared to be very un-greybackish, jaedyn might question whether or not he and seyton had been switched at birth. he had more of the greyback sense and tendancies than the nurse ever had, it would have explained the disappointment much better if seyton were not a true greyback. he must have just taken after his bloodtraitor mother’s genes, then. luckily fenrir had had more luck choosing ‘good genes’ with at least a few of his other children, like adrian and the eldest female of the group. they were good werewolves. they had sense. they didn’t mope about ‘love’ for a goddamn mudblood, or betray their family on the whim of some childish infatuation. …had he mentioned how pathetic seyton was in the last two minutes?

”is this where i’m supposed to get jealous, fall on my knees, and beg for forgiveness all because daddy recruited a mindless freak to try to replace me?” a mindless freak? coming from the guy clutching the back of his head, wand lying in the snow a good five feet away from where the nurse stood in fenrir’s direction, this was a laugh. jaedyn wasn’t the freak here. really, if seyton wanted to insult him, couldn’t he at least try a little bit harder? ”begging would be a nice touch… but i can think of better things for you to beg for than forgiveness.” the image of seyton cringing in pain on the ground, perhaps screaming at the pain inflicted on him from simple spells shooting out of the end of jaedyn’s wand, was oh so tempting… someday…

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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: 434 The Tagged: seyton and jaedyn The Notes sorry its crappy, fen didnt want to play nice with me He didnt expect anything less from his problematic offspring. Arguing was indeed one of the lesser known Greyback traits, but nevertheless, Seyton proved that he was more like him then the nurse wanted to admit. Still it was bothersome and tiring to hear the kid drone on and on trying to an argue a pointless thing. It was satisfying, watching the nurse being hit before groaning. He hoped the damn punch hurt like hell, in fact he hoped it would either knock sense into him, or give him a pounding headache for at least a week. He looked down at his son with a triumphant look. That's where Seyton she always been, on his hands and knees in front of him all he needed now was to beg for mercy and forgiveness and it would complete the perfect picture. But of course it didnt happen the way he planned "is this where i'm supposed to get jealous, fall on my knees, and beg for forgiveness all because daddy recruited a mindless freak to try to replace me? Mindless freak, Jayden, not that was absolutely hilarious that Fenrir couldnt help but chuckle. If Jaedyn was a mindless freak, then there would have been no way he could or would have hit Seyton without him saying so. Maybe the blow to the head had done something to Seyton, knocked his brain loose; killed off some important brain cells. Jaedyn spoke to the nurse and he wondered just what the werewolf had in mind. Maybe he should allow him to have free rein, do whatever he liked to Seyton. "Hmm i think it's about time we got rid of him...permanently, don't you think?" he turned to look at Jaedyn for a moment before catching the sight of his son's wand on the ground. Walking forward, he picked it up before Seyton had the chance to move towards it. How easy would it be for him to snap the nurse's wand in two, just one broken piece of wood would mean dirty play for him and Jaedyn but then he was always game for unfair play. A smirk appeared on his face as he swatted down a few feet away from Seyton, flipping the wand back and forth between his hands. Seyton was at his mercy, without a wand, there was only one thing he could do, disapparate to a safe place, but then that would have been cowardly and he didnt take Seyton to be a coward. Standing back up he moved away from the nurse. "What shall we have done to him first, Jaedyn?" he asked. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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”begging would be a nice touch… but i can think of better things for you to beg for than forgiveness.” no wonder jaedyn and fenrir now got along so well... jae definitely was the perfect son for the monster of a man. his tone sent chills down the nurse's spine. despite the fact that jaedyn was, in age, a year younger than himself, he was definitely a dangerous wizard and a dangerous wizard using that sort of tone speaking about you would not exactly warm anyone's heart.

seyton was not a stupid man. despite what his father liked to say, he had never really been stupid. rash, yes, but stupid... no. he had enough sense to know when things were bad, he just had the determination and bravery to carry through anyway back when he was seventeen and defending what he believed in. and he was not stupid now, either. he had enough sense to know when things were bad. very. very. bad. only the insane could claim that being stuck around two murderous psychopaths while you were alone was a good thing instead of the potential death sentence it was. he hated fenrir greyback with every fibre of his being, but even seyton had to acknowledge that the man had power that could only come with years of practice and dedication to his purpose, however dark and twisted it was. seyton wasn't any fresh-out-of-hogwarts kid anymore, but he couldn't delude himself thinking that he was up to his father's level yet... at least, not with the damn advantages fenrir held over him with non-verbal and wandless magic. and speaking of wandless magic... sey's head spun, nearly sending him falling back down to the ground in his knees again, as he patted the pockets of his jacket, failing to find a very important piece of wood in their depths. it wasn't there. shit!

"hmm i think it's about time we got rid of him..." his father's voice summoned seyton to look his way, eyes narrowed. "...permanently, don't you think?" the nurse didn't move, hands clenched into fists as he tried to stop his head from spinning and shake the feeling of dread from his stomach. there was suddenly a sinking feeling in his gut, like he was falling from some high height, but it didn't fade or change as the seconds passed, it was just... there; more tension than ever within his body, a growing panic that he tried to hide as he looked around, trying to spot his wand, but his eyes were drawn to movement just in time to see fenrir picking up the slender golden wand that he had carried around in his pocket since it had chosen him in diagon alley fourteen years earlier. shit!!!!

he didn't like his odds, slowly spiralling downwards with each second, but tried to hide his panic and, yes, fear as he managed to straighten up, glaring moreso at his father than jaedyn, seeing as the alpha werewolf was the one in possession of seyton's lifeline right now. fenrir on his own was dangerous enough when seyton had his wand. now he was completely defenceless against the alpha werewolf and a freaking mountain of a minion. "what shall we have done to him first, jaedyn?" distraction. that was the only thing sey could hope to accomplish at the moment without a wand or the skills to act without one. maybe he could get lucky. otherwise... well, otherwise he was screwed. "coward," he spat, teeth gritted. he didn't give a shit about any response jaedyn might give to the alpha werewolf's question. jaedyn was the last thing on his mind right now. "it isn't enough that it's two on one, eh? you have to do everything you can to make sure i don't have a fucking chance. does tormenting teenagers and defenceless wizards make you feel like a bigger man, fenrir?"

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[JAEDYN RAEDON LOPEZ]

"Hmm i think it's about time we got rid of him...permanently, don't you think?" the clear smirk on the younger werewolf's lips made it clear enough what he thought, even without the comment that passed his lips, "'bout time." seyton had been allowed to run around free without repercussions for far too long, messing with his father's plans for his children in a way that the nurse had no right to. he'd lost his right to claim ties to the greyback family years ago, and yet he still insisted on sticking his nose in business that was not his, trying to persuade perfectly good werewolves to forget about family loyalty and fenrir's plans... and for what? the good of a few goddamn mudbloods, all because of some childish infatuation and a grudge the nurse still to this day stupidly clung to like a goddamn baby blanket? he was a nuisance, a blight upon the greyback name and the names of werewolves everywhere. he should have been (painfully) killed years ago, but better late than never.


"What shall we have done to him first, Jaedyn?" the possibilities were endless. a wide array of spells existed out there, well known and not, legal and not. jaedyn himself had always been one to lear towards the darker magic, spells that a 'good guy' like seyton would cringe at the thought of using and probably wouldn't be able to bear for more than a minute without cracking. "i've always been partial to the classics," he shrugged, spinning his wand between his fingertips at his side as he let his gaze steady on his former friend. by the classics, of course, he meant the three unforgivable curses, but unfortunately there was only one he could think of at the moment that could be used. avada kedavra was, while amusing, too quick and painless for the werewolf's tastes in this situation. after all the trouble and bullshit seyton had caused he deserved far worse than a flash of green and night-night. the imperius curse was also amusing, and unfortunately probably ineffective for the most part against someone experienced in occlumency. that left one, which happened to be jae's favourite anyways...

seyton's attention wasn't towards him right now, his mouth was open streaming out some desperate meaningless string of words that meant nothing to the black market dealer. the nurse had given fenrir far more trouble through the years than he had ever given jaedyn. all rights for the first attack rested upon fenrir's shoulders, but it was oh so tempting to get him while his back was literally turned... fenrir could have the next crack at him, could he not? and of course jae would respect the alpha's right to finish the bastard off once the fun was done. so, with seyton still distracted, jaedyn's want raised to aim at the nurse's back, the unforgivable curse tugging at the his lips.

(so jd and i have realized how awkward the order is to have jae curse him right before fenrir posts... so if you want you can say jae did cast the spell, or in the next round jae can go before sey and cast the curse, or... yeah, whatever you want. ^^)

[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: 410 The Tagged: seyton and jaedyn The Notes n/a Of course Jaedyn would have been all for getting rid of Seyton, that was one thing he admired in the kid, how he could simply turn his back on his best friend...sorry ex best friend and want to kill him. It was a kill or be killed world and Jaedyn seemed to have learnt that lesson long ago, Seyton on the other hand was just as naive as he was when he was a little kid. "i've always been partial to the classics," Of course he knew exactly what Jaedyn was talking about, there had been countless times where he had used those three unforgivable curses without reprimand. He knew what one Jaedyn would most likely use as well, the cruciatus curse, the torturous one. Oh that was very tempting. Personally he didnt care which curse was used, all of them were just as good as the other, although the killing curse wouldnt give them the satisfaction of Seyton squirming around in pain or doing their bidding. He was leaning more towards the Imperius curse, he could have Seyton do whatever he wanted, he could send the kid after Angel, get him to kill her with his own hands, oh how ironic that would be. But there had been a few that could resist it and he figured Seyton could be one of them. That just left Jaedyn's favourite. The idea of torturing Seyton didnt give him the full satisfaction he thought it would. The boy had caused him more trouble than he was worth, there had to be more than torture. Maybe after the torture he could use the imperius curse, his mind would be weak, perhaps too weak to resist and then he could order the boy to kill him mudblood ex. Oh now that seemed much better, torture and mind control. Fenrir heard his son's voice break his thoughts. He sounded so pathetic, and his words were even more so. A coward, him, that was laughable, he thought as he looked down at the younger Greyback. "You call it cowardly, dirty play, whatever you like, I see it was a way for me to improve my chances of winning and succeeding," he replied, humour in his voice. He glanced back up at Jaedyn, seeing the werewolf pointing his wand at the pathetic man between them. He gave Jaedyn the slightest of nods, giving him the go ahead to cast his favourite curse, Jaedyn had earnt this moment. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[JAEDYN RAEDON LOPEZ]

once upon a time seyton had been jaedyn's best friend. once upon a time the fool hadn't been completely blinded by compassion yet. once upon a time there had been hope that seyton would straighten out and change for the better. once upon a time he had changed for the worse, instead. that was all in the past. the friendship between jaedyn and seyton had ended seven years earlier, and the black market dealer never looked back with regretful thoughts. disappointed thoughts, yes. the nurse could have been such an asset to fenrir and the plans of the there werewolf's followers... fenrir could have two younger werewolves to rely on, to trust, to carry out his plans when he needed them to... instead he had jaedyn and the giant pain in both of their asses that was seyton. not for long.

he let fenrir have his little conversation with his son, figuring that they might as well get it done while the nurse (what a pathetic profession!) was coherent enough to focus on what was being said to him. he was a little bit surprised, though pleased, when, once finished speaking, fenrir gave him a go ahead nod instead of taking the first curse himself, which jaedyn would not have begrudged him. seyton was fenrir's disappointment even moreso than he was a disappointment to jaedyn because he was the alpha's offspring. it probably would have been extremely satisfying for fenrir to get the first scream out of the traitor... but apparently fenrir wasn't going to be selfish on the pain, no doubt he'd find opportunity to get some in himself. so it was that jaedyn had no guilt and only immense satisfaction to flick his wrist at the nurse's back. "crucio."

[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

all he'd wanted was a nice, relaxing stroll into hogsmeade. an hour of shopping time, strolling through the snow covered streets. maybe he would have stopped at the three broomsticks, grabbed a hot chocolate or butterbeer, shopped some more, visited his favorite haunts around the area and leisurely returned back to the castle and his rooms in the hospital tower. that's all that seyton had been looking for this evening. no trouble, no mess, hell, no company of any sort. he would have been perfectly fine with being alone all evening, though he wouldn't have said 'goodbye' quickly, if at all, if a fellow staff member or friendly student had decided to greet him. was that really too much for him to ask for? apparently some higher power certainly thought so, and drew delight in putting seyton into the worst possible situation. his mother had been a fairly religious women, seyton had been raised by her to believe that there was a higher power and that everything happened for a reason... so where the hell was that higher power, and what could be the possible reasoning for this?

he wondered what would happen if he 'disappeared'? what would jasper thing? would echo think he'd just abandoned her? would angel even care, should word of it reach her ears? he was still just as determined that none of those questions would ever be answered, but there were few other things for his mind to wander to as he tried to control his panic, continuing to glare down fenrir. he knew better than to expect, or hope for, any chance of mercy from the man. no, the only thing that could potentially get him out of his was his mouth, and force to get his wand away from the alpha werewolf. though, with jaedyn playing guard dog for his dad, seyton had to realize that brute force was not his best option. words were more likely to get him out of this mess, though even that was so unlikely that it was a wonder it even crossed his mind as an option.

"you call it cowardly, dirty play, whatever you like, i see it was a way for me to improve my chances of winning and succeeding," of course. what else had he expected from a man who would bite children and curse them for the rest of their lives just to get what he wanted? seyton had hoped that, even just for his own amusement to see seyton fall harder, fenrir might have given him his wand back. after all, it still would have been two on one, he just would have had a fighting chance... but someone as underhanded as fenrir didn't like levelling the playing field even the slightest, seyton should have realized that. he wasn't going to be able to persuade fenrir in any way. shit.

frustrated that his words hadn't worked out the way he'd wanted to, seyton barely noticed the alpha give a small nod to someone behind him, jaedyn likely. he began to turn to face the younger werewolf when his legs buckled underneath him, sending him to his knees where he then fell forwards on to his hands. the actions didn't make sense to him, was he losing control of his body? and then he felt it. the pain, everywhere, as though he were on fire. he'd heard the cruciatus curse once described as being 'as though a thousand white hot knives were being bored into the skin', and were he able to think of anything but the pain he'd recognize that that was true. as it was he couldn't think. he couldn't speak. he couldn't do anything. it was like someone else was in control of his body, making it scream as he was stuck within, only aware of the pain and not the movements of his own body.

and then it was gone. seyton's limbs, so rigid a moment earlier, collapsed and he fell to the ground, hands shaking. he clenched his teeth together, hands balled into fists as what seemed like aftershocks of the curse rolled through his body, and then struggled to get back to his knees. how long jaedyn had kept the curse going he wasn't sure, and frankly he didn't care. tasting blood, probably from biting his lip, he spat into the ground and returned his glare to the two standing werewolves. "that the best you can do?"

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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: 339 The Tagged: seyton and jaedyn The Notes sorry its crappy The sound of one of the unforgivable curses was like music to his ears, the way the incantation rolled off Jaedyn's tongue, it made him giddy with excitement. Watching Seyton under the curse was oh so exciting. He could sit here and watch it all day. If Bellatrix was still alive she would have been more sadistic, danced around Seyton and at that moment, dancing around him like the crazed woman seemed so tempting. But he didnt do dancing, it wasnt his think, instead he let out a howling laugh, the wolf within was rejoicing as well, the nurse was finally getting some of the punishment he deserved. It was over before he knew it. How long had it been, a few minutes. It wasnt long enough for him, he wanted to break...no he wanted to destroy Seyton. Why had Jaedyn stopped, did he think it would be more hilarious to think that Seyton had a chance to catch his breath? Oh well, he thought, the werewolf must have a plan in mind. His eyes watched in amusement as Seyton struggled to his knees, watching as the aftershocks of the curse tore through his son's body. Another laugh escaped his mouth, this was oh so enjoyable. "that the best you can do?" he stopped laughing at looked at the pathetic form of his son. Was it him, or did his voice waver a bit. The wolf chuckled, it too was enjoying this very much. "We're just getting warmed up," he replied, his eyes flicking up to Jaedyn. He was very proud of him, attacking Seyton like that without a care, like it was second nature. Why oh why couldnt he have been born of blood, he was the perfect son he wanted. "How much do you think you can take?" he sneered at Seyton, glancing back down at his son. "Again," he roared the order as he lifted his own wand, this time casting a silencing charm around them, he would make Seyton scream before the night was through. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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jaedyn had cut off the spell because, well, because it amused him to do so. as great as it was to see the nurse writhing in pain, a pain long overdue in jaedyn's opinion, it was tedious. the nurse could grow numb to it, or just pass out all together from the force of such a spell as the cruciatus curse. he was not allowed to so easily escape this by fading into unconsciousness. jaedyn would not be denied his fun, and his fun involved inflicting the most pain as was possible on the pathetic werewolf. he wanted to see the light fade from seyton's eyes, see the recognition in their depths that he was not going to be speaking to his precious mudblood ever again, and that in the off chance he did it would be as a ghost. he wanted to have the fool know he was beaten, to recognize that he could never hope to win against forces so much stronger than himself... he craved the look of terror on seyton's face that he knew would come, if not soon, before death, but at the same time... this was great. perhaps it would be worth it to let the disgrace live just a little while longer, locked up in some basement where no one could hear his screams and he had no chance of escaping from the tortures others could inflict on him each day. if only...

"that the best you can do?" the fake bravado in the nurse's voice, as though he just hadn't been writhing in pain on the ground at their feet where he belonged, summoned a cold laugh from the younger werewolf. "We're just getting warmed up. How much do you think you can take?" though it was now the alpha speaking, jaedyn kept his eyes trained on the nurse. he didn't want to miss a single expression pass over the fool's face, not one priceless moment, because he was sure this evening was going to be replayed in his memory hundreds of times before he tired of remembering the bastard finally being brought to reality. "Again." he let his eyes glance to the alpha werewolf for a split second, the satisfaction and desire for more against the nurse clear in his own eyes, and nodded. "crucio."

[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

the cruciatus curse was hard to perform. that was textbook defence against the dark arts 101. it only worked if the user had malice in their hearts, if they truly one hundred percent wished to harm the one they were inflicting it on. seyton himself was not certain if he would ever be able to cast it effectively... on two people in the world, perhaps, but certainly on no one else. jaedyn, however, clearly had no issues torturing him, which didn't make the nurse relaxed. it was true that it was a large jump from hurting someone to killing them, but that was a jump jaedyn would more than happily take when fenrir gave him the go ahead, if seyton's father didn't want to take the honor himself. after all, the killing curse was only one step up from the cruciatus curse.

his head was pounding like the effects of a bad hangover, but that was the least of seyton's concerns at the moment. every inch of his body seemed to hurt ten times more than the one next to it. little pinpricks of pain freshly reignited the aftershocks as soon as they faded away. he felt like he was about to fall over at any minute and what, after a few minutes? he knew that he was not going to get away after just a few minutes of whatever jaedyn and his father could come up with. actually, unless he could figure something out, he might not get away at all... but it was a bit too hard to think of a plan when his entire body still felt the after effects of one single curse, and his father besides was talking to him, distracting him from planning anything.

"we're just getting warmed up," he held back the instinctive cringe from the promise of far more. "of course you are," he muttered under his breath, hatred filling his tone as he tried to steel himself for another round. "How much do you think you can take?" that was a good question... "you'll just have to wait and see." he had to be able to handle it. there was no other option for him. but as he clenched his hands into fists, hearing the alpha werewolf bark out an order to his perfect little mindless minion, he doubted his ability to deal through too much of this. he just didn't have a choice but to do so, so somehow he was going to have to find the strength to say 'fuck this' to the most intense pain he had ever felt in his life, and if he couldn't, he was going to have to find another way to piss fenrir off. good luck with that, seyton.

the pain was fresh, not at all dulled by the sensory overload the curse had given him a few moments before. he should have known better than to hope that it might be less the second time around, if anything it was ten times worse. again he collapsed to his hands and knees, teeth gritted tight together. his body shook, twitched with the curse's effects, but somehow he was able to do one thing. his mother remained closed, the only sounds escaping were short, pain filled groans, not the screams he was certain his father and ex-best friend were anxiously waiting to hear pour out of his mouth. had he been more coherent, odds were that seyton would have been pleased. even this little, minimal act of defiance meant that something wasn't going fenrir's way yet again when it came to seyton.

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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: 418 The Tagged: seyton and jaedyn The Notes n/a He heard the nurse mutter to himself, his tone was full of hatred, the same hatred echoed in him for his son and that mudblood he claimed to love. How many times had they seen each other lately, perhaps none. He had heard she wanted nothing to do with him and rightly so, no mudblood should have any relations with any werewolf unless they were willing victims of being bitten. Yes he would accept mudblood werewolves because he could manipulative them into doing more of his dirty work, they were disposable, the second lowest rank of the werewolf, only ahead of those muggles that were bitten, but they all had their purpose in his plans, unlike Seyton here. If only Seyton had bitten little Miss Mudblood things would have been so different. He'd still have his son by his side and he'd be able to control them using each other. It was a future that seemed to have a better outcome. If only he could get his hands on a time turner, go back in time, bite Angel before she met Seyton and everything in the world would be sweet, none of this torturing his own son. But Seyton dug his own grave. "you'll just have to wait and see. Was that a promise, he thought, well whether or not, it sounded like one and he wouldnt hesitate to carry out with it. How long could one withstand such an unforgivable curse, he never really tested that theory out. What would happen if two people used the same unforgivable on someone, another experiment, one that he could carry out right at this moment. Would it mean instant death for Seyton, or would it just mean he'll be in so much more pain that he wished he was dead. "crucio." Ah good Jaedyn, no mercy he thought. He smiled, watching his son wither on the ground, yet not screaming; surely it had to hurt so much more than the first time. All they were rewarded with were groans. Seyton was surely tough, but he expected nothing less than someone that had the Greyback name. He was very close to scream, he just had to be. A sick twisted smile appeared, the wolf urging him on. Raising the hand that held his own wand, he pointed it at Seyton, wondering if this was finally going to be the final blow that would kill the nuisance. "Crucio," he called out, added his own power to the curse Jaedyn had on Seyton. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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