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Post by miguel on Jun 10, 2009 19:00:17 GMT -6
I'm bored. Fred thought as he walked comfortably through the forbidden forest. He had his hands in his ragged pants and slouched slightly forward. He had no shirt or shoes, and missing both of them didn't bother him. He just walked, walked like a man with no destination.
"Perhaps I'll find something of interest in this forest." He said as he recalled the stories he had heard. "Lord knows I could fun right now." He started to shiver as he phased into the furry beast that gave him the nickname 'drool-face'. He looked intimating with 2 large holes near his werewolf lip dripping with saliva. He made an involuntary whine. He desperately wanted to catch something challenging in the forest. Although he usually scares even the worst of animals while he is a werewolf, it didn't matter to him; they are still fun to play with.
He glanced both way before deciding to run off deeper into the forest. As he was running, he tried smelling for any form of entertainment when he ran up to a tree and decided to carve it with his claws for practice. It always feels good to use my claws. He thought as he tried to smile with his werewolf teeth.
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Post by Legan on Jun 24, 2009 23:29:31 GMT -6
Shane leaned back against the trunk of a tree and appeared to stare through dark lenses at the canopy overhead. He wore his glasses even though it was dark out, one hand curled lazily over his blue bandana and the other resting over his head. His mouth was slightly ajar and a line of drool attractively ran from the corner of his mouth to his chin.
He and his friends had snuck out at around nine to hang out in the forest. They'd done some dope and drank some, which Shane could hardly remember now and somewhere inbetween that he had passed out against this tree. His friends had bailed an hour or more ago, leaving him in the forest by himself.
Presently, bits of bark started to rain down on his face and upper arms which made him snort and open his eyes. "Muh," he groaned unintelligently, more drool falling from his open mouth. He wiped his chin with his arm and looked at it with his mouth still hanging open. "Mmh." Sloppily pulling his glasses from his face with one hand, he blinked and widened his eyes to let them take in more light as he tried to look around. Shane looked down at his shoulders and brushed the bark chips from them, looking up into the tree to see if there was a squirrel or something. "Hey... G'it down from there..."
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Post by miguel on Jun 25, 2009 11:45:19 GMT -6
As Fred was carving his tree he breathed in. He realized that he wasn't alone anymore, and worse a human was around. He didn't particularly like people seeing him as a werewolf because it caused irritating situations. He stopped his carving and smelt again. He then heard some random noise in the forest Mmh. Fred covered his werewolf nose as best as he could and whined. Whatever he smelled was potent. He didn't know the smell due to how different things smelt in werewolf form, but what he smelt was some sort of alcohol. He jumped up to a branch and looked around. A few leaves quivered down as he adjusted his eyes and position. What he saw was this boy sitting at the base of the tree trunk looking completely stoned. He phased back to his normal self and watched the kid stir. Hey... G'it down from there... Fred chuckled a bit and thought a little on what to do. He wasn't for sure if he was seen. This is an opportunity I don't want to miss, he thought to himself as he broke off a fair sized branch and tossed it toward Shane. I purposely missed him, but if he was still stoned this could yield fun results. Shoot even if he wasn't stoned some response to such a branch falling there would be excepted. Next I think I might make an animal growl.
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Post by Legan on Jun 25, 2009 12:06:20 GMT -6
"nuts," Shane muttered, rubbing his eyes and widening his eyes once more. He shook his head and decided to try standing up. He tensed his leg muscles and tried pushing back against the tree for leverage but his body didn't seem to want to cooperate. It was far too relaxed. He was too relaxed. He slumped back against the tree, muttering incoherently.
A tree branch landed next to him, making him jump slightly. "Hey!" He sharply looked up into the tree to see if there was something there. No, nothing. Just the leaves russling. He looked at the branch and picked it up, putting it across his lap for safe-keeping. He traced the patterns in the bark, liking the feel of it on his finger pads.
"Big squirrel," he said suddenly, looking back up at the tree with slow alarm. "Big squirrel to have knocked this baby down..." He placed the branch against the ground and stood up slowly, using it like a crutch. "Maybe the tree's just playing." He rubbed his eyes, cursing. "Aw, nuts. I gotta get back to the castle." He really didn't want to though. The forest was a nice shroud for the nighttime, seeing as the prefects were too perfect and prissy to get their robes dirty in it. In Shane's opinion, everyone was like that here at Hogwarts. Money fell out of their noses and the word fun was just a three-lettered word to them. "I'll stay," he decided, leaning back against the tree. "I'll stay here with big squirrel."
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Post by miguel on Jun 25, 2009 21:37:09 GMT -6
Fred tried to hold his laughter in. He thought it would have been fun, and he was right. No need to spoil it will giving yourself away with laughing. Once the war within himself was done, the sounds around him started coming back.Aw, nuts. I gotta get back to the castle. Such a shame. He was just getting to know this guy. It would be a shame to miss the party. He was quickly deciding whether to show himself or to do another joke. He quickly thought, and decided that another joke should be played before he came out. He doesn't like normal introductions and rather likes messing with people way too much. Just as he decided what to do as a joke on Shane, he heard him speak again. I'll stay here with big squirrel. This time Fred couldn't help but roaring with a loud laugh. With only a second into the laugh he got an idea and switched the pitch of his laugh to make it sound more maniacal.
"Hehehehe . . . another delicious meal for my pretties. HeheHEE (ends with increasing pitch). He did a marvelous job of a witches voice. Then he started to grab some of his clothing while phasing to his werewolf state again. He grabbed his boxers and roared a werewolf roar for the forest to hear. It was the roar of a predator. He then paused for dramatic effect and threw the boxers clearly aimed for Shane's face.
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Post by Legan on Jun 25, 2009 22:14:28 GMT -6
Shane was just picking at the bark of the tree branch, humming tunelessly. He sighed and knocked his head against the tree lightly, emphasizing his words with each bob of his head. "What the f*** am I doing, what the f*** am I doing," he chanted mostly to himself, closing his eyes.
Laughter. Shane opened his eyes, instantly glaring around suspiciously. "Who the f***?" He asked the woods, eyebrows knitted together. "Hehehehe . . . another delicious meal for my pretties. HeheHEE!" He stood up then, glaring up at the tree. It wasn't a big squirrel after all.
"Hey, buddy-" Wait, witch's cackle, d**n!"-... Uh ... Ma'am... I don't know just who the hell you think you are but-" He was interrupted by a loud roar that made him jump back and fall onto his rear. "H'o-kay! H'o! f***!" He yelled, scrambling in the leaves and dirt. "H'o, f***... H'o nuts, what the f*** was that..." He was practically whimpering, looking around the forest with wide eyes and grabbing onto his bandana with one hand.
Shane screamed when the boxers flew at his head, hitting their mark. He tore them off his face, spitting. "Gross, f***! Ugh!" He wiped his tongue off on his palms, spitting. "That got in my mouth, yuck..." He stood up, angry and scared now. "Alright, f**k*r! What do you want!?"
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Post by miguel on Jun 25, 2009 23:06:07 GMT -6
Fred was snickering. He just couldn't help it. This guy was very vulnerable. He phased back to human really quick. Alright, f**k*r! What do you want!? Struck with another brilliant idea, Fred acted upon it instinctively. "Macbeth. . . Spawn of Macbeth!" He cried in which he considered his witch voice. "There is a curse upon thee, that will scared yee to death." He paused to think up the next phrase. It had to rhyme, all that he knew about Shakespeare was there were witches that rhymed and supposedly liked saying Macbeth. "Blood and Drool are within thy fate. Confess thy sins before it is too late!" Fred took a huge deep breath and let out a witch scream. It sounded blood curling and perfect for the atmosphere. He then phased into his werewolf form again and moved about swiftly and quietly. He passed over Shane and purposely let his drool drip down on him before disappearing a little ways away. He dropped down after about 5 seconds later to grab 3 decent sized rocks and make noise to deter Shane's attention. If I'm not careful this guy is going to freak out too much and I could get in trouble. Oh well. He climbed up again, hoping that he wasn't seen with the little time he was down there. Swiftly he chucked the rocks with perfect aim at 3 different branches. Each branch was at a different location that would fall a few feet away from Shane in a triangle type pattern.
************************************************** I added this just because it'd be neat to see it in poem format. ************************************************** Macbeth. . . Spawn of Macbeth! There is a curse upon thee, that will scared yee to death. Blood and Drool are within thy fate. Confess thy sins before it is too late!
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Post by Legan on Jun 26, 2009 17:50:21 GMT -6
"Macbeth. . . Spawn of Macbeth!" Shane eased up, glaring still. Macbeth? What did that have to do with anything? "There is a curse upon thee, that will scared yee to death." That was certainly true, though he wasn't so afraid of it. "Shut up!" He yelled, getting angrier and balled his fists at his side. "Blood and Drool are within thy fate. Confess thy sins before it is too late!"
This was getting too personal to Shane. He shivered, trying to find the source up in the trees. A scream sounded that he didn't start from, though he did when branches landed in a triangular shape around him. He stepped back, wiping at his eyes furiously and glared at the branches. "Stop doing this," he said defeatedly, running his hand through his shaggy hair. "Stop..."
His shirt was wet and he thought some of the dew had brushed off on it in his terror. He wiped at his shoulder, grimacing as he found it was drool. "Gross," he growled, shaking his hand out quickly. "What do you want? I've had enough..."
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Post by miguel on Jun 26, 2009 18:59:19 GMT -6
Fred frowned. He wasn't pleased with the man's responses. They weren't responses a person who was afraid would say. Sure, "Stop doing this" had the potential to sound fearful, but all he heard was anger. Fred phased back to human and made sure that he was clearly hidden before speaking again.
"Big squirrel does not want to stop. Big squirrel wants to know why human is in the forest." He phased again and jumped to another branch. He didn't want to stop, however he doesn't want to push someone into anger. "Big squirrel doesn't trust humans. Likes messing with humans. Does human feel mad at big squirrel?" This time he stayed where he was instead of moving. He didn't care too much if he was seen. He was difficult enough to see from the ground being so high up, but if he was seen . . . He could care less. He grabbed his clothes and started putting them on. If he as going to be seen, he wasn't going to be naked. He wasn't for sure what he was going to do now, but he'll decide once he hears what Shane says. "Human is interesting. Human smells funny. Does human have some interesting story to tell?"
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Post by Legan on Jun 26, 2009 23:36:24 GMT -6
Shane picked up one of the three branches hesitantly, glancing around him. He was nervous and scared but part of him was trying to tell his brain that this was just a bad trip. Just a bad trip, just get back to the castle. You'll forget about it in the morning anyway. "Yeah," he breathed to himself, loosening his hold on the wood. "Forget."
"Big squirrel does not want to stop. Big squirrel wants to know why human is in the forest." This seriously wasn't happening. Now Big Squirrel was talking to him. He sighed and rubbed his temples. "I feel like Donnie Darko..." "Big squirrel doesn't trust humans. Likes messing with humans. Does human feel mad at big squirrel?"
For the love of god, don't respond... "Um... No..." He shook his head, officially deciding he was crazy if he actually responding to one of his hallucinations. Or whatever this was. "I'm not mad... Just a little freaked out." He glanced around nervously as the tree russled. "Could I see you?"
"Human is interesting. Human smells funny. Does human have some interesting story to tell?" Shane bit his lip here, searching the leaves for anymore activity. "Kinda interesting I guess... I don't talk about it much." He rubbed his arm and stamped his foot. "Look, hey, I don't know if you're real or not but can I at least see you so I know what I'm dealing with here?"
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Post by miguel on Jun 27, 2009 22:25:11 GMT -6
Look, hey, I don't know if you're real or not but can I at least see you so I know what I'm dealing with here? Fred decided that he wasn't going to tease him anymore. It was becoming less amusing to bug him. He sighed and talked with a defeated tone. "Big squirrel will show self to human, yes. Big squirrel doesn't want human to run away. Please human don't run away."
He took some time to listen for his answer. He really didn't care if he did run away or not. It would be a sad thing if he ran away, but oh well. He decided to phase back and jump straight down to the forest floor. As he hit the floor, the leaves jumped up a foot in the air. The ring of leaves showed how far he jumped from, it was nearly 40-50 feet. He turned slowly to look at Shane but not freak him out with any sudden movements. He looked at him long enough for him to take in the sight of a drooling werewolf. That was when he started phasing back to normal. He slipped on his boxers that laid next to him. Using his jeans to block the view he put his boxers on and then comfortably put his jeans on, not caring if he saw his boxers. He stood up and brushed his jeans off and looked at Shane again.
"Hi. I'm what you would call Big Squirrel."
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Post by Legan on Jun 28, 2009 23:24:42 GMT -6
"Big squirrel will show self to human, yes. Big squirrel doesn't want human to run away. Please human don't run away." There was a pause. Shane waited, fidgeting slightly. A creature jumped down from the trees and he stepped back, all of his suspicion and anger leaving him. He was terrified now. He fell back on his butt again, staring up at the werewolf as he slowly transformed into a boy and started to dress.
Shane breathed a bit easier as the other boy got dressed. He thought he was going to eat him or shred him limb from limb. "Hi. I'm what you would call Big Squirrel." He raised his hand, not even aware that it was shaking violently. Definitely not a squirrel but most certainly very big. "H-hi," he squeaked, sounding terrified. He stood up shakily, his legs looking like two trembling saplings. He didn't really know what else to say in a situation like this.
In a way the boy almost resembled him, though he might have been older. He calmed down slightly though he still had his hand on his bandana. "Hi... Big Squirrel," he said a bit more steadily, though he still was shaking a bit. "My name's Shane."
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Post by miguel on Jul 1, 2009 14:19:42 GMT -6
Fred chuckled. The boy looked what he would call clammy. He was never a good guesser on how people would react to things though. It could have been his imagination when he saw how much Shane was shaking. He did fall nearly 50 feet after all. Overdid it again, he thought. H-hi Such a funny squeak he has, he thought as he watched the boy get up and gather more courage or whatever you'd call it that calmed him down.
Now that he was closer to the boy, he could tell what was the foreign smell on him. It was something he wasn't used to smelling as a werewolf. He was purposefully trying to figure out what the smell was though, otherwise he would have missed it entirely. He looked at the boy and his blue bandanna. The sight was an interesting site for Fred. He wasn't quite for sure what it was, but he thought he saw some of himself in the boy. Sure he was what he saw as a rebel. Being out in the forbidden forest, with Alcohol smell all over you was proof enough for Fred. He didn't have long to think about Shane before his thoughts were dislodged by Shane's voice.
Hi... Big Squirrel. My name's Shane. Fred stayed silent for a few seconds. It felt like an eternity for him, but it was just a slight pause in the conversation. It surprised him to hear what he said next. "Yeah . . . I guess you know my name's not Big Squirrel, Huh?" He chuckled. It wasn't usual for him to be so nice when he is in a ornery mood. Usually he doesn't care to stop even if other's say he is annoying. He mentally shrugged off the thoughts and went on. "Yeah. . . well, I'm Fred. Sorry about the pranks, it was too much fun to stop." He combed his head hair with his fingers to assuage his feeling of nervousness. It didn't work in the slightest. He decided that it was useless to be nervous, he shouldn't really care that much. That was the end of his nervousness right there. He leaned back against the roots of a huge oak in an attempt to ease Shane's nervousness. "So, Shane . . . Want to talk a while before you go back to Hogwarts?"
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Post by Legan on Jul 3, 2009 22:03:20 GMT -6
Shane stood up, still looking the boy over. It was a little scary, they looked so much alike. The black hair, pretty much the same height... He shook his head as Fred began to speak. "Yeah . . . I guess you know my name's not Big Squirrel, Huh?" "I know," Shane said a bit defensively, letting go of his bandana. He cleared his throat and tried to relax a bit, still on edge from the earlier scares. This kid had seriously freaked him out and he wasn't used to that.
"Yeah. . . well, I'm Fred. Sorry about the pranks, it was too much fun to stop." Hard to stop... Yeah, he knew that feeling pretty well, though it really didn't have to do with pranks. Quitting fun was hard to do. "No worries," he said after a moment, feeling a bit more easy around Fred. "You scared the piss outta me, I'll tell you though." He chuckled for good measure to show he was over it.
"So, Shane . . . Want to talk a while before you go back to Hogwarts?" Shane scratched the back of his head, ruffling his black hair in the back. That was a no-brainer for him. He really didn't want to get back to Hogwarts but at the same time he didn't know what good topic of conversation was appropriate for a Werewolf and a high teenager to have.
"Sure," he finally said, liking the challenge that it promised. Or, perhaps, lack thereof. "What exactly do you want to talk about? I don't really have a time limit because, well..." He leaned back against a tree, starting to pull a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. The nicotine would get rid of the remaining jitters, just in case they still lingered. "I don't really want to get back to school." He looked over at Fred, positioning a cigarette between his lips. "What are you doing out here?"
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Post by miguel on Jul 5, 2009 0:57:20 GMT -6
What exactly do you want to talk about? I don't really have a time limit because, well...I don't really want to get back to school. What are you doing out here? All the questions filtered together as one as Fred took note of the cigarette. It wasn't that he needed one nor that he was against it. He rather thought about how helpful they may be and whether or not they were fun. He shrugged the thought off, whether or not they were fun, they didn't match his budget. "Talking, riiight. . ." His voice made a hoarse ending to the words. "I've never been great at it. So, I don't know what to talk about." He glanced around at the roots that he was leaning up against. He found one more conveniently positioned for him to sit on and sat on it.
"Why am I here you ask?" He started up again when he was more comfortable. "I guess the only answer I have is 'fun'." He shifted to grab a piece of grass and fiddled with it. It was near impossible for Fred to stay still. He had to be entertained near every second of his life. He did, however, wait a few seconds before messing with the grass while he began talking again. "I wonder around. I usually don't know where I am when I wander, but I just passed Hogsmeade not so long ago. I guess I was just waiting for something entertaining to do, . . . like mess with a Hogwarts student." He started positioning the piece of grass between the thumbs of both of his hands. "How bout you? I'm sure that can be an entertaining story. Did they change policy at Hogwarts? I don't recall cigarettes being allowed, then again I don't smoke." He smirked. He hoped he didn't push any buttons by asking. He blew between his thumbs. The grass blades cut his breath and made a shrill whistle. He chuckled. It always made him happy when he blew his 'cheap pipe'.
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