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Post by FAOLAN EYOLF GREYBACK on Jan 16, 2015 21:31:35 GMT
 Night had fallen over Hogwarts, and unlike most of the castle, Faolan was wide awake. He wasn't even in bed. Instead an instinct to explore his surroundings had taken over him. Urging him to slide out of bed and explore his new home despite being dressed in the wolf onsie that he had found left upon the end of his bed upon his eleventh birthday. You see this boy was a son of Fenrir Greyback, and the very onsie he wore was the sole contact that the child had had with his father since he had gotten his way with his mother upon her very drunken Hen's night. The boy moved through the Forrest, his Sycamore wand in an easy to grab place as he moved. He had heard rumours about this place after all and one could not be too careful around these parts! But then suddenly he heard something in the distance. It was a weird noise. Like a crunch in the distance. Was it leaves? Or was it something with a thirst for blood? "Hello?" Fear laced the boy's words. When he had entered the woods earlier that night, not a single back thought had entered his mind. Not one single doubt as to whether he really should be doing this.. But now, it overcame the young boy. As he pulled out his werewolf fang and unicorn tail hair wand and pointed it in the direction of the sound, his hand shook. He tried not to show his fear upon his face like his father step-father had taught him to do so long ago, but he had never quite mastered the art, the fear being plain as day within his eyes. "W-Who goes there?!" |
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Post by HADRIAN FEROX GREYBACK on Jan 17, 2015 7:32:59 GMT
WELCOME TO THE BROOD Hadrian had been checking up on his werewolf ranks that lived in the Forbidden Forest with his blood thirty father - Fenrir Greyback. He had to deal with the usual head bashing that went on in camps like these. The wolves were living in tight corridors with one another. They were spread out all over the forest but their numbers were growing and so living areas were getting smaller. That meant there were more arguments about territory and general toe stepping. Hadrian had enough of their petty problems. They had to learn that the territory was never their’s to begin with it. All of it was Fenrir’s and one day, would be his. They had to learn to submit to their leaders and stop being so chaotic. How was he going to build up his dream of a werewolf empire when these bitches were too busy snapping at each other’s feet. Hadrian decided to take a walk, to get away from all their bellyaching for a few minutes. He wanted to be alone with nature… wanted to feel connected with it… wanted to feel the power of the forest feed him with new strength. He couldn’t help but look at the stars and wonder about his dear fiancé - Ana Sophia Westenberg. He wondered what she was doing… if she missed him the way he missed her. It was strange how attached he was becoming to her. He’d never felt this way before. It was new experience. As he was walking, he began to sense that he wasn’t alone. He began to walk towards the sound, eager to find out what it was. It was then that he heard a small voice call out in fear. Volka - as he was known by his fellow werewolves- came out from behind the trees to make contact with the small boy. In his thick-deep Russian accent he said, ”Well, well.. what do we have here? Why are you out in the woods all by yourself little boy? Don’t you know the big bad wolf lives in these woods?”LAIKA OF ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by FAOLAN EYOLF GREYBACK on Jan 17, 2015 8:22:56 GMT
The shaking only increased as the Russian voice hit his ears, shaking so bad that his wand fell from his hand to lay upon the forest floor. The scent of fear only increasing. A scent that the werewolf overlord would probably love. His head moved in every which direction, knees bent like a wolf on the prowl. His eyes squinted. He couldn't find the source of the voice. He couldn't find him... but his instincts told him to respond. That if he did, then it would draw the speaker closer to him. Give him a chance to see him.
After all. What were the odds that the man would hurt him?
He puffed out his chest. Attempting to fill himself up with false confidence. He wasn't scared. He wasn't scared. He wasn't scared. He had to keep telling himself that because sooner or later he would believe it... right? His shaking hands curled into a fist. Nice and tight. Attempting to hide the shaking from sight. And only then did he speak.
"I-I'm not sc-scared of the b-big bad wolf!"
His voice shivered and quaked like the rest of him. Betraying the words he had spoken and repeated to himself over and over and over again. But thats when he caught sight of the older man. The freakishly tall (at least compared to him) man with a GINORMOUS chest. Maybe talking back was the wrong thing to do in front of this man anyways....
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Post by HADRIAN FEROX GREYBACK on Jan 19, 2015 0:20:54 GMT
WELCOME TO THE BROOD Hadrian watched the boy. He could tell the kid was trying to be brave but he wasn’t convincing anyone. The boy told him he wasn’t afraid of the big bad wolf. Hadrian chuckled very loudly. This boy was funny. All children are afraid of the big bad wolf… especially when that wolf referred to his father. Few dared to cross Fenrir’s path and even fewer lived to tell the tale. The closer he walked towards the boy, the more his smell was becoming more apparent to him. At first he figured the boy’s lack of smell was due to his small size but he was now understanding that his own smell was overpowering it. The boy’s smell had blended in wit his… It had a very Fenrir tang to it… something he’d only smelt on his other siblings. Hadrian squinted at the boy, as he studied him. It was hard to focus when he wanted to laugh at the ridiculous thing the kid was wearing. Hadrian walked inches from the boy and leaned down to pick up the kid’s wand. Hadrian then held the boy’s chin as he looked him right in the eyes. He stood up and played with the boy’s wand, analyzing it as he spoke. ”Boy, I’m going to tell you how this is going to go. I ask a question and you” he pointed at the boy with his best intimidating look Answer. Don’t beat around the bush. Straight answers and I will think about letting you live” Hadrian wasn’t going to kill the boy but he did find it very entertaining to mess with the kid’s head. ”Who are you boy and why are you here?”LAIKA OF ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by FAOLAN EYOLF GREYBACK on Jan 19, 2015 4:29:53 GMT
His eyes never strayed from Hadrian as he moved closer. A visible gulp occurring as the man gave him a very intimidating look. One like his step-father would give him whenever he had done something wrong... like playing Godzilla with his mother's Petunias... only this one was worse. The blue eyed boy couldn't exactly put his finger on why... but it jus felt worse. Was it the fact that the man in front of him was a stranger? Or was it something else? Something completely different? With his blue eyes wide he nodded slowly... showing that he understood not only what the man was telling him... but also the consequences should he not do what he said. And that's when he asked the question about who he was. "M-My name is F-F-Faolan Greyback. I- I was just exploring! I swear I was just exploring and w-wanting to know more of my n-new home!"Fear continued to ooze from the young boy whom currently wished that the onesie was bigger. Big enough so that he could recede into its dark depths and break him from the man's sights. Alas and rather unfortunately the onesie was of a perfect size which meant one thing. Receding was impossible. |
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Post by HADRIAN FEROX GREYBACK on Jan 20, 2015 9:10:59 GMT
Hadrian watched the amusing scene of this small boy in a wolf onesie nod slowly back at him. The boy’s blue eyes seemed to be wide with fear and Hadrian new he was probably shaking underneath his ridiculous costume. This boy was easy enough to scare. Just the way he liked it. He couldn’t help but think how Ana would disapprove of the way he was handling the boy. Hadrian wasn’t doing anything wrong though. The way he saw it, he was teaching the boy a valuable lesson. Little boys shouldn’t wander into the forest unless they want to become one with the wolves. Or at least that’s how he saw it. Better yet, they shouldn’t come into the woods unless they were hoping to be torn to shreds and eaten for lunch by Fenrir.
The boy stumbled on his words as he answered Hadrian’s questions. It seemed he was almost to afraid to speak. When the boy told him his name was Greyback and that he was exploring his home, Hadrian couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He bent over and slapped his knee. It was too funny. This tiny spit of a boy was a Greyback. He suspected it from his smell… but never in a million years would he have guessed it by looking at him. Hadrian was at least twice his size at his age… but here he was… the youngest Greyback, Hadrian could account for.
Hadrian stood back up and pointed the wand at the boy again, ”I knew you were a special little boy. I could smell it on you. The spell of a wolf. So you’ve come to explore you’re new home have you? Has papa Fenrir welcomed you into the brood?” He paused getting close to the boy again, leaning over and sniffing by his face ”You still smell very… human.” Hadrian found it very strange that the boy had made it to his schooling years without being bitten yet. Their father usually practiced biting all the children at a young age… before they could really understand it or reject it. Not that Hadrian would have, but he couldn’t be sure his siblings wouldn’t have. Before he met Ana he thought everyone was secretly jealous of werewolves, that everyone would want to be. He still felt that werewolves should be honored and proud of who they were and their unique set of skills. However, he was just barely beginning to understand it’s not the life most would choose to live. Despite that, he still felt strongly that it was a Greyback’s right to be a werewolf, it was their destiny. It was a gift the gods … whoever they may be… had chosen to bestow on the Greyback clan.
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Post by FAOLAN EYOLF GREYBACK on Jan 21, 2015 5:09:42 GMT
As his fear peaked he began to search around him for an escape route. A place to run and hide from all those whom wished him harm. But the moment the man spoke he stopped. His natural born curiosity kicking in at the words that he had spoken. Papa Fenrir? The Brood? Spell of a wolf? What was this freak going on about? Doubt. Curiosity. Fear. Contemplation. They all took turns appearing upon his facial features but in time they soon settled. Confusion ringing loud and clear both through his voice and his body language. "What do you mean by papa Fenrir? He's not my Dad! My Dad is dead! Killed by the Death Eaters in the ministry! I'm the son of Kole and Michela Armnistead! I... I carry my mother's maiden name so that her family will continue to live on. T-That monster isn't my Dad! W-Who are you anyways?!" Could he trust the man after what he had said? Could he well and truly trust anything this stranger had said after what he had just done? Why should he? Why could he? He was lost. Well and truly lost as his head spun. This may not have been good news for the innocent eleven year old. But it could be great news for Hadrian... the future leader of the wolf pack. The eldest son and brightest prophecy. |
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Post by HADRIAN FEROX GREYBACK on Jan 21, 2015 20:43:49 GMT
Hadrian found the boy’s many facial expressions very entertaining to watch. This boy seemed to wear his feelings on his face for everyone to see. It was very un-Greyback of him but he knew in time this boy would learn to be just as strong and deadly as what was expected of a Greyback. The boy was still young, still naive and moldable. There was still time for him to learn the ways of a werewolf.
The boy showed a new side of him as he began to holler back at Hadrian. It was one angry question and statement after the next. When he was done testing the waters, Hadrian scratched he scruffy chin and laughed to himself. ”Silly little boy. I mean that your real father… the one who helped give you life… is the great and notorious Fenrir Greyback. The big bad wolf that haunts every wizard child’s nightmares.” Hadrian showed a wide grin smile. He was obviously pleased by his father’s reputation. A random thought came to mind… how much more effective his smile would be in disturbing people if he had his teeth sharpened into fangs. He couldn’t help but think Ana - his fiancé would not be pleased by such a thought. He’d never do anything to displease her. She was the beautiful moon in her night sky.
”I don’t know who your mother is… or the man you think should be called father… but the truth is you are a Greyback. I can smell it on you. It’s the family musk. You’ve got a hint of it, even now… before you’ve been bit and officially joined our ranks.” Hadrian lifted the boy’s arms, gave them a little squeeze and laughed. ”You are small now boy… but you will grow” he sounded convinced on this matter but really he wasn’t so sure how much this boy could really grow.
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Post by FAOLAN EYOLF GREYBACK on Jan 22, 2015 6:25:30 GMT
His stomach churned as Hadrian revealed who his true father was. He had heard stories of what this man was like. How he bit children. How he generally wasn't a very nice person to be around. Questions yet again wurred and buzzed in his head. But those questions ceased to exist as Hadrian forced his arms to raise. The way he was treating him... it was as if he were some horse up for auction. Some animal that needed examining in order to determine whether he was worth the price he was about to pay. Whether he would be useful to him, or just another chunk of meat awaiting to be eaten."What are you doing? And why won't you answer my questions!" Was that a response of fear? Or frustration? Not even the boy knew anymore and that was the scary part. The fact that he was able to completely confuse the boy and throw his emotions and thoughts beneath the bus the way he had. If this man was bad... if this man was like the those whom had killed the man he still slightly held onto as his father... how was he meant to protect himself? |
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Post by HADRIAN FEROX GREYBACK on Jan 23, 2015 0:03:35 GMT
When Faolan raised his voice to him again to ask him more questions, Hadrian lifted a finger to his lips to shhh him. ”Little boy… I’m the one asking the questions remember… and you’re” he pointed at Faolan with his wand again, ”the one that answers…. I don’t need answer to anyone let alone a tiny fluff ball like yourself… still wet behind the ears” He laughed his loud deed laugh again. The kid was very humorous to him after all… ”But I’m in a good mood so I’ll answer you” Hadrian sat down on a nearby boulder that happened to be the perfect height and size to allow him to sit comfortably. ”I am Hadrian Ferox Greyback. I am the oldest son and first born of Fenrir Greyback. That makes us half-brothers… and since we are half-brothers, you can call me Volka. It’s a nickname that in my native tongue means Wolf. I’m next in line to our werewolf hierarchy. But lucky you, little Faolan… I look out for my siblings. I’ll make sure you are trained well and that the world is at your fingertips. Maybe one day… when you’re older I’ll let you rule beside me. I’m going to need help” he said smiling at his brother. He was becoming softer as he talked. He enjoyed his little game of scaring the boy, but this was his brother after all. He needed guidance. He needed to become a great wizard and a great werewolf so that one day he could help rule the werewolf empire Hadrian was planning on building. ”The werewolves will have their own empire and I will be the one to build it up. It would please me very much if all my siblings… even you little one… supported me. You will become a werewolf. There is no question in that. You are a Greyback. It is your destiny and it is coming for you.” He grinned at Faolan, ”You better prepare yourself to meet it”
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Post by FAOLAN EYOLF GREYBACK on Jan 23, 2015 8:00:48 GMT
He could feel his heart pounding within his chest. He could feel his stomach attempting to leave his body through his mouth. Of course, that was before the man began to open himself. Before the towering figure sat upon the boulder and revealed that he was his older brother… or well half-brother… whatever that meant. He told him everything. Or so the boy thought. He told him about his future dream. Not only that… but plans for him specifically. He spoke of training, although little Faolan had no clue of course what this training would entail. But for some reason, something within him stirred.“What do you mean by training?” Of course, the mention of training was only a masquerade to what was really bothering him deep down. The boy didn’t know it yet. But it was the concept of being a werewolf. The concept of possibly becoming a monster like their father before them. And quickly his scaterbrained thoughts shifted as the boy moved closer to his brother. Curling into a ball at the bottom of his brother’s boulder.“Have you ever met… him? Our D-d…. Fenrir?” He couldn’t call him Dad. Not yet. Possibly not ever. Not after all the things he had heard about him. He wouldn’t become that monster! He refused to become just like him!Little did he know though, that at some point in time, he would be that. A mini Fenrir Greyback with only slight more control. |
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Post by HADRIAN FEROX GREYBACK on Jan 24, 2015 9:36:35 GMT
The boy asked another question. Again with the questions, Hadrian thought shaking his head a bit. ”For such a little boy, you sure ask a lot of questions” Hadrian commented. He was glad that Faolan was seeming more interested in what he had to say… about who he really was and what his destiny was meant to be. ”Training… you’ll find out soon enough. No need get worked up about it now” he said ruffling the boy’s head as she sat at the foot of the boulder. Well, it max more of noogie because of the hood of his onesie. It seemed the second Hadrian had finished talking, the boy was already exploding with another question. Hadrian chuckled as he answered, ”Have I ever met him? I see him too much. That’s the real truth.” In reality, he wished his father was dead and gone so he could lead the wolves the way he wanted to without his father stepping on his toes all the time. He no longer idolized his father the way he used to… things had changed… Hadrian was a different man now. He was no longer just a wild boy looking for something to cling to. He was a man with heart and ambitions. He was a man who knew of love and sacrifices. All things his father would never be able to understand. Hadrian would rather deal with Faolan all on his own. Train him and raise him right. But he knew he couldn’t protect him or keep him from Fenrir. It was the boy’s right to meet his father… even if it would be anything but pleasant for any of them. He didn’t want to think about that now or go anywhere near deep topics like that with the boy. Hadrian wanted Faolan to be proud of being a future werewolf and feel honored to have such a fate. He knew how quickly Fenrir could put a dent into a person’s visions.
Hadrian stood up and gently helped Faolan to his feet by tugging on the nape of his onesie. ”I think you’ve had enough adventure for the night. We better get you back to Hogwarts before you come across a real monster….” He was referring to the death eaters of course but the boy would probably assume he meant something that slithered around in the forbidden forest. ”I’ll give you your wand back boy, if you promise not to do anything stupid” He said looking him straight in the eyes making sure the kid knew he meant business. Hadrian then handed him his wand back as they began to walk out of the forest towards Hogwarts.
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