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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 1, 2004 18:40:03 GMT -5
*rattlerattlerattle the doorknob*
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 1, 2004 18:51:10 GMT -5
*looks at spoon again and decides it would have to do and opens the door*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 1, 2004 18:57:51 GMT -5
*holds an even stance and waits to see what she's got behind her back... the tricksy witch!*
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 1, 2004 19:14:19 GMT -5
*pulls out spoon and slowly pushes him down towards his rooms where she can lock him in and not worry abiout him escaping*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 1, 2004 19:20:48 GMT -5
*If he could talk... Sands would most assuradely say, 'fuck'. He looks around wildly and notices a passage off to the side and escapes down it*
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 1, 2004 19:29:11 GMT -5
Fuck, Fuck Fuck!
*runs off in direction of office finds wand and points it at throat*
Sonorus
Will all students return to their dormitories immediatly all teachers to my office.
*undoes the spell then starts rummaging through drawer*
Come on come on where's that map.
*finds it and looks around all corridors for his initals and finds them hovering near the kitchen with no students in sight*
*sighs in relief*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 1, 2004 19:36:03 GMT -5
*paces up and down hallways trying to come up with a plan of attack*
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 5, 2004 15:46:42 GMT -5
*goes over to the nearest bookshelf and scans the titles until she finds the one she needs and pulls it off*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 5, 2004 15:48:38 GMT -5
*Occasional growling and snarling with lots of sniffing. He's got a mind to track some fresh meat.*
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 5, 2004 21:03:35 GMT -5
*flips throught the pages and finally comes to the section she was looking for Protection from werewolves. Reading through it she sees something she never noticed before*
But where in the world am I going to get all that blood?
*thinks about it then picks up a kitchen knife and presses the blade slowly to one palm then the other methodically wiping the blood all up her arms and on her clothing*
Oh god I hope this works.
*walks down the hallway towards her room and sits by the door, spoon hidden with in her cloak just in case*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 5, 2004 21:19:12 GMT -5
*Head raises, sniffing the air. Yes, his sensitive nose confirms it: there's blood. He slowly tracks the scent through the halls, the wolf getting all the more eager. Sands' is slowly losing the control he so craves, 'No! We can't get this blood, there's fresh blood to be found where we need to be!' He doesn't realize who's blood it is because all that's at the forefront of the brain is the taste of human flesh. There! At the end of the corridor is the lone figure that the scent is radiating from in powerful waves. He gather's for a lunge and leaps...! Wait! No! It's her! His lifemate! He can't kill her, he can't! Sands howls in anguish, 'KILL HER!' but the leap is broken by a powerful midair twist, breaking the fluidity and causing the wolf to land, shoulder first into the hard floor with a loud snap. He's out cold, his last act saving his lifemate. The wolf begins to fade into the familiar shape and form of Zack, at last quiet, though his arm is at a sickening angle to the rest of his body.*
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 5, 2004 21:24:50 GMT -5
*winces at the sickening crack and watches in semi shock as the wolf slowly turns back into Zack she gather him close to her and checks his head then peers into his eyes to maek sure he doesn't have a concussion then carries him back into her room. She lays him down gently on her bed then steps back and sinks into her favorite chair and starts crying*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 5, 2004 21:37:11 GMT -5
(You may wanna post again or summat)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 5, 2004 21:44:26 GMT -5
*feels the know familar nausea and races into the bathroom only to sit hovering over the toliet bowl not doing anything but the feeling wouldn't leave. She stands up shakily and pours herself a glass of water in order to quell the nausea but that doesn't work and only instigates in to the point she almost missed the toliet bowl.*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 5, 2004 22:03:56 GMT -5
(oh boy, the big spit! did you fix his shoulder yet?)
*eyes squeeze tight and occasionally loosen, it looks like he's having a bad dream*
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