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Post by hector on Jul 20, 2012 16:25:31 GMT -6
a whole lot of highway
a whole lot of years
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Hector stretched his arms out behind him, trying to get his muscles to unkink. He was stiff and soar lately, probably from his last change. His body was getting much more used to the forced full changes on the fullmoon, and he was getting better at changing without the fullmoon. He was starting to believe that he was getting a hang of this being a full werewolf thing. His wolfsbane potions were getting better and better, and he was becoming more aware of himself with each transformation. That blasted wolf inside him was becoming less and less in control. He jogged quietly down the grassy hill to the Forbidden Forest, his sneakers making no noise as he went.
Standing at the edge of the Forest, Hector peered inside. It had been a while since he'd been here. Placing a hand on one of the trees, he began to walk in the Forest, his feet snapping twigs and his hands washing over the branchs and leaves. He was scent marking you could say. He was marking this corner of the Forest his. He knew about the other wolves here at school. There were too many to count. And he wanted to be the alpha of them all. It was in his blood. It was what he was made for. He placed his hands on anything that he walked by, making sure that if any wolves came to this part of the woods then they would know that he dwelled here, that it was his domain. Hector sat in the middle of a clearing, just looking up at the stars. He didn't think himself to be a hurtful person, or someone who would willingly do harm to others, but he was being driven by unseen forces to claim his territory, to establish himself as dominant. It was just something inside him. And since his wolf was pretty much under control he figured that now was an okay time to start doing it.
Hector sat in his little spot, his arms propping him up as he leaned back to look at the stars. He wasn't sure why but he felt a bit sad tonight. Maybe he was tired of avoiding all the other students. Maybe he was tired of all the staring as rumors circulated about him. Hector was tired of it all. Of all the bull that was going around. He just wanted to be accepted. He was the big bad wolf! But who would care except the other wolves. He wasn't scarey like Fenrir or anything. The sound of approaching feet caught his attention but he kept is gaze aimed at the stars.
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Post by jasper rocke greyback on Jul 26, 2012 8:27:16 GMT -6
the forest calmed him. he had no idea why, but it did. maybe because even though there was creatures in there. here, he could be who he wanted. what he wanted. he didn't have to face people staring at him when they thought he could see, whispering behind his back when they thought he couldn't hear. he shifted and cracked his back, sighing as he relaxed and kept walking. the longer it went on the easier it got. it had been about eight months since he had been bitten, seven since he'd first started the transformations. he remembered the pain, so much so that even thinking about it caused his bones to start aching. he shook his head and stretched again, his eyes shifting about the forest as he made his way back toward the castle. usually when he came in, he went in as deep as he could, he walked for as long as he thought was safe. yeah, he was a werewolf, but he knew he wasn't unbreakable, and whether he wanted to admit it or not. there were things that could snap him in half in these tree's, things some people hadn't even seen.
sniffing the air slightly, he couldn't help the snarl that rose in his throat when he smelled the smell of another male werewolf. he was young, and still a new wolf. he hadn't had time to tame the urges of the wolf inside him, he felt it coil back like a snake, it wasn't like he had any control over it, though he tried to fight it, honestly he did. he reached out and rested his hand on the nearest tree, instinctively covering the other scent with his own, the instinct was strong, as strong as it was to move into the moonlight on a full moon, as strong as it was to crave red meat. it was there. he shifted through the tree's, moving toward the source of the scent. he couldn't quite figure out who it was, walking the halls in hogwarts it was hard for him to tell apart different smells just now. it was all to new, and to fresh in his head still.
his boots crunched on the leaves of the tree's above, not bothering to be silent. if it was a wolf, they'd already know he was here. he knew it wasn't his father, that scent he'd had burned into his nostrils and brains over the last year or so, and it wasn't his brother seyton. they were the only two scents he knew well, well apart from nikki, but the thought f her just snaked up the wolf inside, so he chased her from his thoughts as he walked into the clearing. now he knew who i was. hector wulfe, the same as jasper, full werewolf, there were many in the school half bloods, he wasn't sure about full, but he knew hector was, you could smell it. and jasper had walked straight into the middle of his territory, he guessed if it had been closer to the full moon it would have been worse.
jasper has resisted his fathers authority for years. ever since fenrir had found out about jasper, he'd fought the authority the man had had over him, managing to avoid it, thanking heaven that he'd gotten his mother's stubbornness. it was what had seen him escape the fate of the bite for so long, and the only reason he'd been bitten was because he'd been trying to protect those he loved. he'd failed, he'd ended up hurting them, but still, the object was the desired one, fenrir hadn't been back to bother nikki. "hector" he said in greeting, letting the other male know he was there, even though he'd already know. he glanced around the clearing, the scent still as strong as it had been a few minutes ago and he glanced at hector again. "anything interesting with the stars?" he asked, trying to make casual conversation, without letting the wolf inside him snarl, and try and challenge for the spot. fight or flight instinct, the two that were commonly seen in his kind, jasper was defiantly fight. not that he wanted one now of course, he was just . . he had no idea.
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Post by hector on Jul 26, 2012 19:18:15 GMT -6
a whole lot of highway
a whole lot of years
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As the sound of footsteps got closer, Hector could smell the intruder. It was a Greyback, a full blood, but he couldn't be sure right away of who. He knew it wasn't Seyton. He could hear the crunching of leaves on the ground, the soft sound of fingertips brushing against tree bark. If he'd been in wolf form, his ears surely would have twitched to the sounds, but instead he kept his gaze on the stars. Always watching, always waiting... Hector turned to see Jasper walk into the clearing. He was right, it was a Greyback. He knew him to be a recently turned wolf, not more than a year ago. He couldn't pin exactly when, but he could smell the excited wolf in him. It made him smile at the Gryffindor.
You see, Hector had been turned at the age of fourteen. That was four years ago, and he'd had a little bit of practice with getting his wolf to obey him just a little bit. He was by no means a pro, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve. Hence watching the night sky. Ever since he was little it was a calming thing for him, and it still was. He didn't say anything at first to Jasper, because he could feel some tension in the air between the two. He didn't feel like making any sudden movements either. Just because he'd claimed this clearing as his own didn't mean he needed to flaunt it in Jasper's face.
Hector finally stood up in his spot, still keeping his distance from the other wolf. He tried to seem welcoming, inviting even, but wasn't sure if the other wolf would understand. "Jasper," he said back, nodding his head. He had known that his peaceful night would break at some point, he just didn't know that it would come by the hands of a fledgling werewolf. "The stars are as always comforting. I feel in times where the wolf gets a little riled up, staring at them comforts me." Hec smiled at him. Bowing slightly, he stretched his arms out wide beside him. "Welcome to my humble abode."
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