Hogwarts
Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor
Werewolf
Order of The Phoenix
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Gryffindor Alumnus
Wandless Magic
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Post by Remus Lupin on Jan 26, 2017 19:21:22 GMT
Oppression wasn't anything new in the life of a werewolf. The new Ministry regime and its new regulations could certainly make that life harder, sure, but it wasn't like it was ever easy being a werewolf in the first place. Besides the whole 'transforming into a bloodthirsty beast every bloody month' thing, werewolves faced a lot of problems in their human forms as well - mostly from other humans. There was a lot of distrust and a lot more misunderstanding. Friends, families, jobs, housing, the very potion that could make all the rest of that far easier to obtain - none of it came easy. Many werewolves were utterly alone, not to mention destitute - two driving factors in the choice of making Knockturn Alley one's home. It wasn't really a 'home', per say, this dilapidated factory building at the very darkest edges of the Alley. It was mostly just a place to not die, exposed to the elements outside (and the humans, sometimes just as dangerous). Werewolves came here when they didn't have anywhere else to go and when the loneliness started to hurt worse than the hunger. Remus hoped he would never see this place again - but he wasn't here for himself today. He was here for Mali. In the interest of keeping their relationship strictly within some hastily drawn, arbitrary lines, he was obliging all her requests to help her with her work - even the ones that made him uncomfortable. Looking up at the outside of the factory from the dark Alley below, Remus pulled at his collar and rubbed at his neck. The place hadn't changed a bit; it'd been so broken down before, there wasn't really any further down it could go. He tore his eyes away and looked down at Mali, searching for her initial reaction. Maybe she'd change her mind...but he doubted it. She was determined little thing. "I don't think anyone's going to bother you, as long as you stick by me," he said. "But I must stress again, discretion. These people are down on their luck as it is, they can be a little...on edge." With that, he nodded at her and stepped to the door, pushing it open and holding it. "Are you ready?" Mali Johar Mildred Tomlinson |
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Post by Mildred Tomlinson on Jan 27, 2017 6:33:58 GMT
One day a month, Millie felt powerful. There was some sort of tragic poetry somewhere that the one night a month where she lost herself, she felt the most in control. No one could bully or demean her when she was a werewolf.. She'd just tear our their throat. She used to be a good person, 'til she was cursed with this wretched affliction. Charitable, kind, all that. But the lycanthropy had taken away every little thing she had and left her rooting around like a worm. Over time, her heart turned black and her soft edges hardened. Emotionally she was twisted and battered just as much as her body was every 28 days. Millie became a knarled, scarred shell of her former self with ice in her veins. Her pain turned to anger which turned into cruelty and now she delighted in making everyone hurt right along with her.
She joined up with the Death Eaters for awhile, did their bidding for them. Destroyed life after life, bit who needed to be bit but eventually she realized they would never give her the respect that she thought she deserved and the witch turned werewolf skulked back to her own kind. They congregated in some filthy, dilpitated warehouse like stray mutts hiding from the dog catcher. It was damp and it stunk. From the outside it looked like it was one good wind gust from being knocked over and on the inside things didn't get much better. Cockroaches scuttled under one's feet, the paint peeled off the walls and the floors sagged as if they'd been beaten down by life too.
She called the factory home, for now. It would only be temporary. A favorite past time of hers was to sit around a burning rubbish bin with other similarly damned souls and talk about an uprising. Taking the night, taking the day too. They were superior beings of course, and shouldn't be banished to a putrid corner of the wizarding world's darkest shadows. Regular humans couldn't see like she did, or smell like she did. They couldn't tear flesh from bones like she did. She was seated around said flaming bin when word filtered down that an old face had returned to the werewolf 'nest' for lack of better terms. It wasn't necessarily a face welcomed by all either.
Delighted, Millie hauled herself to her feet and smoothed out her filthy robes. She checked her reflection in a filthy cracked mirror, adjusted a stray curl and went out to meet the man. Even if no one mentioned his name she would've been able to place his scent as soon as it wafted through. The witch turned werewolf was very familiar with him and it brought her back to a very fond memory of blood and bone. His precious wife in her death rattle. She could almost smell the coppery air from that wonderful night. He had another woman with him this time, even younger than the first. Far too clean for her liking and not a single visible scar. The little one looked obviously terrified, the way she stood a little too close to Lupin.
Mildred sneered the moment she strode through the lobby of the factory, her bony frame lost in a sea of tattered, dirty robes. "Oi, replaced the wife already, have ya?" A cruel, taunting grin graced her thin lips as she folded her arms over her chest. "Come here to flaunt all your nice things, Lupin? Gots you a job and a house and a family... all by waggin' your tail for the wizards." She tilted her head, cool gaze settling on the pair. "Nice clean clothes, well fed, you even stink like them." Her grudge against Remus Lupin was nothing but pure jealousy. He hadn't suffered enough, he had everything that she lost and she hated him for it. He didn't even use his high position to try and help out his fellow werewolf.. Or if he did, he didn't do it enough. "Better hide the pretty away for the next full moon. Looks tasty. Maybe not as delectable as the late Mrs Lupin. Oh, she was good But this one... She don't look quite as feisty." Millie made a point of examining the witch with a predatory eye, before looking Remus straight in the eye with a wicked smile "The fight is half the fun."
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Post by Mali Johar on Jan 27, 2017 8:18:55 GMT
She and Remus were mostly all business now. If they had to stay within their 'lines' and not cross it, then the less time they had to feel the better. They had their little lukewarm moments but everything felt stiff and awkward. At least, that's how she saw it. It was uncomfortable, but occasionally little glances of their old friendship would show through. Mali didn't have a lot of time to dwell on that today, because they were actually seeking out other werewolves. These ones were completely unknown, not Meg's connection or Remus' friend. Just a place they liked to huddle up, hopefully Remus would be sufficient ambassador.
She stood close by him, more out of nerves than anything. She chewed on her lip and checked over her shoulder every few minutes, saddled with the distinct feeling of being watched. Knockturn Alley didn't evoke any fond feelings from her, she had no personal bad experiences with it (save for the incident in the local tavern) but she was keen on avoiding most of the sort of people who lurked there. Every shadow in the alley looked sinister, like it might be hiding someone in it's depth. The factory they stood outside didn't look any better, like something straight out of a slasher movie. Even Remus was uncomfortable, although given his history that made sense. When he looked to see her reaction, Mali was looking at him and not the building.
At his warning a mostly natural smile eased onto her face and she reached to pat him on the cheek. Her hand froze in mid air, fingers curling back into a fist to drop awkwardly at her side, suddenly remembering that she couldn't touch him like she used too. The smile lost some of it's warmth, but her voice was as gentle and encouraging as ever. "It's going to be alright, Remus. Don't worry." As if she knew what laid behind the door. Truth be told, she knew it might be a lie but she wanted so badly to soothe out some of his discomfort. Who knew if it would be alright? The place set her nerves on edge, as if danger lurked just feet away. Remus was very clear when they spoke about it before, werewolves could be very angry and isolated people.
If they weren't confined by lines, she might've taken his hand to give it a reassuring squeeze but her own remained curled into it's uneasy fist by her side as they stepped through the door. Mali wasn't adequately prepared for what awaited them on the other side of the door. The atmosphere felt suffocating and oppressive, and her eyes strained to see against the darkness. All was going fairly well, though. Remus was right. No one bothered them, until someone did. A scrawny, disheveled woman met them as they made their way through the lobby. The way she stood and the way she spoke to Remus set her on edge. Her words were chilling and they crowded Mali closer to Remus. Lines be damned, she grabbed onto his arm for a sense of security. "Remus.." Mali whispered, every single nerve in her body set on edge while an urge to run tingled through her limbs. She tugged on his shirt sleeve, trying to urge him towards the door. "Remus, let's go. Please."
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Hogwarts
Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor
Werewolf
Order of The Phoenix
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44 years old
Gryffindor Alumnus
Wandless Magic
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PLAYED BY Mego
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Post by Remus Lupin on Feb 3, 2017 2:27:58 GMT
Mali wasn't looking at the risk that lay before them - she was looking at him. Her trust in him was a boost to Remus' confidence every time he caught that sort of look from her. How he had treated her in the past, and the more recent past...the lows she'd seen him through...that look told Remus that Mali still trusted him with her life. Remus liked that look - rather, he needed it. His humanity lay in the trust people had in him, despite what he was. He needed people to need him, he could think of no other purpose for his life.
Mali acted like she was going to touch him then, and Remus watched her hand drop back to her side with an ache flashing through his chest. He didn't want it to be like this, it felt wholly unnatural, but he didn't feel like he had a choice. They'd proven to themselves time and time again they couldn't operate without boundaries. If he wanted to keep Mali around at all, it just had to be within those bounds. He smiled at her instead, nodding his head. "Yeah. It's going to be alright." He followed her inside, closing the door softly behind them.
Opposite Mali's experience walking into what was, for all intents and purposes, a den - Remus felt too prepared. The place hadn't changed a bit on the inside either. His eyes and ears were quicker to adjust to the familiar darkness, as well as his nose. With the door shut behind them, Remus was instantly encapsulated in a microcosm of unpleasant and all-too-familiar smells. Like his basement safe-room at home, a thousand times over and a slightly different scent each time. Some scents Remus vaguely recognized, and that made him sad. People that were still here from the last time he'd visited. He frowned in the darkness and looked down at Mali again, resolve strengthened to get this started. He owed it to these people, some of them.
Not all of them. Remus smelled her before he saw her, of course, and at first he didn't recognize the scent. It was familiar but he couldn't place it. The woman's face and voice came into existence soon after but Remus didn't recognize that either. Only with the word 'wife' did the realization hit him on the head with all the weight of the heavens.
Remus had done everything possible to eradicate that smell from his home after Dora's death. Potions, spells, good old-fashioned elbow grease. It lingered, but if he tried hard enough and avoided that one spot in the hall as much as possible, he could ignore it. He didn't want to recognize it. The moment he laid eyes on Dora's lifeless body, he knew there would never be any justice there. He had to work hard enough to clear his own name in her death - the Ministry would never believe one werewolf trying to pin another werewolf for a crime. Remus never bothered to look for the werewolf that killed his wife. He erased every trace of her right up to the moment he walked straight into her home.
As Remus had learned many, many times throughout his life, his penchant for bottling up his emotions and hiding them from the world proved yet again to be no good. Eventually, someone was going to pull at the cork; pull at the cork with their grimy, misshapen fingers. And the more pressure that lay behind that cork, the intensity of what he'd felt and how hard he'd tried to hide it, the more likely the whole damn bottle was going to burst.
That is precisely what happened when the woman who killed his wife began taunting him from the shadows of her dank home. Remus went cold, then hot, and then he didn't feel anything anymore. He might've felt a slight grip on his arm, but he shrugged it off as he surged forward with his arms akimbo - toward the witch in the ratty robes.
Remus liked magic, for much the same reason he liked having people trust him to do it. It was another layer of humanity between himself and his beast. He couldn't do magic in his changed form - even if he could do magic without a wand, it proved terribly difficult to do magic with paws. When he had magic surging through his veins, sparking at the tips of his fingers, he felt human. Remus didn't feel that now. He felt unrestrained. He wanted to shut the witch up, and then he wasn't sure exactly what he wanted to do next, but he wanted to do it with his hands. He wanted to feel it. He was across the room in a few wide strides and he smacked the witch, right toward a wall, and had a hand closing around her throat, wanting to rattle her life out against the wall. "You're not going to make it to the next full moon." Then he moved to throw her to the floor, because when wolves fight, the one on top usually wins.
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Post by Mildred Tomlinson on Feb 4, 2017 5:32:52 GMT
In her old life, Millie was the sort who would bake a pie or something when a loved one died. She'd sit and hold the survivor's hand while offering platitudes, listening to them grieve and it would cause an uncomfortable feeling in her chest. Now, she delighted in Lupin's grief. Her effect on him, her ability to provoke him into a rage was amusing. In this life, Mildred was the sort of woman who would press on a wound and snicker in glee as someone writhed under her finger. Her heart was a small, calloused stone that rattled around in her empty chest. Oppression was a poison that ran through her veins and turned everything black.
Lupin responded to her provocation in a way that even she didn't anticipate. He forwent his wand, forwent magic entirely. He took her by surprise and she hit the wall hard. "You fucking---" the rest of her taunt was smothered out, dying with a gag, having been strangled away by the wizard's grip. There was a wolf laying dormant under all those layers of civility. She'd awakened it, and it was relentless. Her head cracked against the cement floor. "Oh, but I will." she continued her little game of poking the beast, too dazed by the blow to make it to her feet. None of the wolves who lingered in the 'den' didn't move to intervene one way or the other, there was no loyalty to either side in the fight. "And I'm gonna track down that filthy spawn of yours. Ain't there two of 'em?"
All of her power came from her transformation. In her human form, Mildred was little more than a malnourished rag doll who couldn't help to overpower a full grown adult who lived comfortably and enjoyed regular meals. Her hunger would make her desperate and dangerous, but she needed to work him up into a frenzy to give herself a chance. Make him blind with anger, make him sloppy. "Look at you, the beast is still there. You ain't drowned it in that fucking potion yet. You're still one of us, deep deep down. One slip up with the 'bane and you'll be tearing out the throats of your own children, eh? Don't even trust yourself, do ya?" Despite her laying flat on her back with him looming above her, Mildred grinned a wicked smile and laughed. "You sent them away, 'cause you know without that potion you ain't no different than us. Blood thirsty monster."
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Post by Mali Johar on Feb 4, 2017 6:27:03 GMT
"Please, Remus." There was an urgency in her voice as she tried to coax him towards the door. The danger in the air was palpable and it set her hair on end. He was far away from her, out of her reach even as she had hold of his sleeve. Remus was focused on the terrible woman responsible for the death of his wife. Mali's heart throbbed painfully when she recalled the way he disintegrated into body wracking sobs the morning after, how inconsolable he was. Remus deserved to confront the woman but not like this. He pulled away, slipping right out from underneath her fingers.
Mali was rooted to her spot, unable to abandon her friend but unable to intervene. The whole event was sending her back to dark places in her past. It was an echo of the hospital attack where two patients were slain in front of her. The players were different but the scenario was eerily similar. Someone she cared about was hurting someone else. Strangling them. Remus' hand closed around the werewolf's neck and her own throat felt tight. Mali rubbed away phantom hands just in time to find her voice and shriek as the woman was thrown to the ground. There was something absolutely terrifying about him in this state. It wasn't watching a man relive his youthful glory and making a fool out of a drunk, he was actively attacking someone.
And still, she stood frozen and unable to act. What could she do? Remus wasn't under a spell like Theo had been. He was in a rage, and that made him more dangerous. He was blind and unpredictable. She didn't think he would hurt the woman, but his grief ran deep. Tonks was vibrant and full of life and love. One couldn't lose a light like that and think rationally when a distorted sense of justice was dangled in front of them. The woman taunted her attacker and a feeling of dread settled heavily into her chest. "Shut up!" Mali screamed at the woman, her voice edged in desperation. "Just shut up! Leave him alone!" Gods, the woman was awful but witnessing another death would bend Mali beyond her breaking point, leave another stain on her soul.
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Hogwarts
Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor
Werewolf
Order of The Phoenix
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44 years old
Gryffindor Alumnus
Wandless Magic
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Post by Remus Lupin on Mar 7, 2017 18:19:18 GMT
Though he wasn't the one that cracked his head on the floor, Remus felt in as much a daze as the woman in his grip. His brain was burning up so hot he almost thought he could smell the smoke. All of his senses were overwhelmed; his pupils so exaggerated, his eyes turned black. He wasn't here; he could barely feel any of it. He was in an empty blackness, the woman's words like hot spotlights, the only thing coming through and burning right through him. She was talking about his children. Threatening them. Just like she threatened his wife before she- Remus growled, in a way that made him feel so much less than human. It made him sick, even as he crawled over the woman and pinned her down and thought of nothing else except how exposed her throat was at this angle.
Mali's screaming echoed through the hollow building. Terror was such a primal thing, but still the most human thing in this wretched place. Remus was able to tear his attention away for an instant and flash a desperate look at Mali. "Go away," he begged, before his whole soul melded back into the battle at his hands. He wanted Mali to run - far, far away from him. He'd experienced this level of no control only two or three times in his life total; he didn't know what he would do, when he was done with the werewolf woman, but he didn't want Mali to be around to see it. Or be its target, Merlin forbid.
"You won't touch them." He was back to the woman now, back to her threats. Remus bent down low, grabbing roughly at the woman's chin and wrenching her head upward. More throat. "I'm going to put you down, like a sick fucking dog." He pushed a knee sharply up into her rib-cage. She was still talking. Remus knew exactly what she was doing and he was so utterly helpless against it. Because reserved, thoughtful Remus Lupin - he was a dog, too. He'd tried so bloody hard, for years, to separate his flaws from his condition - being a werewolf didn't make you selfish, or hateful, or conniving - but these people...This was all they had. All they had left to blame instead of just themselves. And Remus was falling right back into it.
"I'm nothing like you!" He yelled. He didn't want to, he didn't want to fall. Gods, he didn't want to go back there. Hadn't she taken enough from him? Hadn't he let her take enough? And wasn't she accusing him of exactly what he was right now - bloodthirsty. Remus was parched for her blood all over these walls and floor. Mali's screaming again caught him, like a scent on the wind - Remus whipped his head up and looked at her as if he'd forgotten she was there. Confused, that she was still there. Remus emitted a choked and guttural groan and knocked the werewolf's head against the ground before releasing her, pushing her away. He pushed up to his feet and kicked at her and then stumbled back, pulling at his hair and rubbing at his scars. He looked at Mali and he looked at the werewolf, back and forth. "I'm not like you," he pointed a shaking finger at the woman. "Don't come near me." If she did, now or later like she promised, he would be exactly like her.
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Post by Mali Johar on Mar 8, 2017 3:35:36 GMT
There was absolutely no circumstance in which she would go away and leave Lupin to this. Not a single one. Fear and helplessness were clearly written across her face as she shook her head. She wasn't even entirely sure what she was afraid of. The werewolves who lingered to watch the scene, Lupin and what he was doing to the emaciated woman before him, or what would happen if she couldn't find it in herself to do something. He couldn't help it, he was blinded with rage and she was paralyzed in her spot. He couldn't help it, he couldn't help it. This wasn't him. It was like anger and loss were his own imperius curse, forcing him to act in spite of himself. To want blood when the rational man inside of Remus would never ever do such a thing. That's what she told herself anyway, as she struggled to pull out her wand.
"Remus!" Mali cried, fumbling with her wand. It was a desperate attempt to jar him out of his thirst for revenge, to bring him back to her before it was too late. She managed to free her wand about the time that he was threatening to kill the woman, put her down like a dog. Panic was setting in and her heart was pounding in her ears, drowning out nearly everything else. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't raise her wand and instead held it stiffly by her side. She couldn't curse Remus. Not Remus. He didn't know what he was doing, this wasn't him. "Please, Remus!" She fought Theo once, but it was for the life of two men she cared about. This...woman... she wasn't an innocent patient with an addled brain, she was a cold blooded killer who was threatening anyone she thought would get under Lupin's skin.
She was still a person, though. Mali raised her wand, trying to will the magic through her finger tips and into the instrument. No spell came to her lips, everything about the wand felt lethargic and stunted. She couldn't give it a wave or a flourish, it felt like it was made out of lead instead of dogwood and she wasn't strong enough. Remus moved suddenly, his gaze snapping up and startling her back a step or two. The look on his face wrenched her heart in two. Confused, conflicted and tormented. He left the woman and she dropped her wand to her side and went to the werewolf. There was a small flutter of Healer instinct that told her to go check on the woman on the floor, but she managed to resist, stopping at Remus side. "You're not like her." she agreed and encouraged, looping one of her arms over his free one. "You're not. It's alright." Nothing was alright. Remus might've come back from the edge, but Mali's voice carried a scared, trembling edge and though she had an arm through his, she was all stiff tension and nerves. "Please, come with me. I'll take you home. She's not worth it."
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Post by Mildred Tomlinson on Mar 9, 2017 7:11:57 GMT
Mildred was at Lupin's mercy and she didn't like it. His hands were at his throat, he was wrenching her chin up to expose more of it and panic started to creep in. He was in a position of dominance, and she had everything to lose from it. All she had left was her life, really and he wasn't about to take that from her. Not when he already had everything, every. single. thing. that she wanted out of life, that she once had but lost under the light of the full moon long ago. He couldn't fucking have this. His companion gave her a brief moment of opportunity, stealing away Lupin's attention for a small reprieve. She took it, and swiped blindly in the direction of his face.
"You'll do it yourself." she taunted. "You'll put them in a grave right next to mummy. Look at you now, the moon ain't even full." she wheezed and choked on a laugh as he threatened to 'put her down'. She was almost certain that he didn't have the guts to do it, that he was too domesticated by his precious human friends and family. The look in his eye shook her confidence, though. It was murderous. Millie wasn't going to lose her life to Lupin, not after she lost everything else. Every. Single. Thing. Her life was really all she had left that she could lose, and there was no way that it was going to be snuffed out by the likes of him. She growled from her throat, but it was cut off by the knee in her bony ribs, knocking the rest of her breath out. She yelped, much like a wolf might and bucked to try and throw him off and way.
The girl's voice was shrill, shouting and poking through her eardrums like hot needles. Her head was throbbing, pulse pounding and her voice was too sharp and painful to listen too. It had the same effect as before, biding her time. She twisted and rolled and somehow managed to get away from Lupin, maybe on his own volition. His kick caught her and she grunted but scrambled to her feet as he stumble away. "You're everything like me, Lupin." she could breathe, she was no longer on her back. It did wonders for her confidence. Millie was grinning again, stalking a few steps closer. She stood tall and proud of her handiwork. He was exactly like her, their struggle nearly echoed the one between the wife and her. "You just gave me a little glimpse into what your wife felt in her final moments. Must've been horrible for her, don't you think?"
Mildred wouldn't make it all the way, she left two good arm lengths between them but she definitely came near him. "Flat on her back, a beast on top of her, struggling for her life. Only you were inches away, weren't ya? Down in the basement, caged like a fuckin' animal. She could hear you. You were so fucking close to her, weren't you Lupin? And you still couldn't save her. I won then and I won now and I'm going to take every single fucking thing from you. You're gonna regret not putting me down, like you said. You ain't like me, only because you don't got the guts to do it." The glint in her own dead eyes was malicious and sadistic. "Run along with your little friend while you can. You can't hide. I've got her scent. I'll find where you store your filthy little spawn when the moon's full."
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Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor
Werewolf
Order of The Phoenix
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Wandless Magic
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Post by Remus Lupin on Mar 21, 2017 3:22:23 GMT
Different as they were, the woman's taunting and Mali's pleading were bleeding together in Remus' brain. Mali was begging him not to do this because she knew he had control. And the woman was taunting him because she knew he had control, too, that this was all him and not a side effect of a nasty bite and a full moon. "Look at yourself, whelp. 20-odd days a month with no transition and you have nothing to fucking show for it. Do you want to make us all look as fucking pathetic as you feel, is that why you did it?" Remus tasted blood on his lips from where the woman swiped her nails at his face and the taste made him feel sick. The way he was holding her head up and exposing her throat, like he wanted to rip it out, made him sick. They were fighting like utter dogs, yelping and gnashing and bucking. Slowly but surely, the desire to prove how distanced he was from that overcame the primal desire to give in to it.
He moaned and he groaned and he yelled, he wasn't like her, but Remus had to latch onto the most human thing in the room to actually let himself believe it. Mali was still there because she believed, she knew he had control. Remus practically threw the woman away from him after that, and she him. Remus stumbled back as they both climbed to their feet. She kept coming closer. He warned her not to. Remus' hands went up in front of him, palms out, but then Mali was right next to him. Visibly terrified out of her mind - but maybe not completely of him. She was willing to touch him, looping an arm around his. "She's worth nothing." Remus was talking too loud, trying to drown out the woman because she was still going and she was talking about his family again. About Dora. The woman's rotten mouth tarnished the last living memory of his wife. Remus couldn't breathe.
"No," he shook his head, "No, no, no." His breaths came out in short little bursts of the word. His hand curled around Mali's forearm, gripping it. Remus couldn't breathe and he couldn't see, but he could feel her right there next to him. Mali, probably not a hundred pounds soaking wet, was his very real anchor. "You're wrong. What the fuck have you won, taking it from me? Nothing, nothing. Look where you still are." Remus released Mali's arm. He needed no human anchor to remind him of what he was now. He wasn't like her, this woman. This mutt. "You've not even got anything to lose, and that fucking eats you up, doesn't it? How utterly empty you would still be even if I lost everything? You're pathetic. The last thing you're ever getting from me is my pity." Remus' hands swept back in the air. He could have blasted her away, or set her skirts on fire and watched her burn up, but even death was too good for her. Instead, he sent walls of water clamoring toward her - making sure to splash it along the walls as well, at the gathered crowd. Remus was ready to leave now. The murderous impulse left him as quickly as it took him, but the same couldn't be said for the werewolves all around them. They needed a little distraction as Remus half-dragged Mali out of the door.
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Post by Mildred Tomlinson on Apr 2, 2017 3:20:51 GMT
Remus' words burned her up. They hit on every raw nerve in Mildred's wretched being. She had nothing left to lose, and none of that was her fault. She'd been innocent at one time. Kind, too. The bite stole everything from her and now she was perpetuating the cycle. Making people angry at the world because she took all she could, because someone else stole it all away from her before. If she couldn't be happy then no one else should either. No one with her condition. "You ain't got no transition to blame for this, do you?" she taunted, although her taunt was less confident then all the rest. "You pretend you're better than everyone else, you're just as bloody pathetic."
He kept on. His anger made him relentless and slowly, Mildred was losing her grip. His words hurt, they were all true and deep down she knew it. Killing his wife had done nothing to dig her way out of the pathetic hole she skulked in. She won nothing, she was still empty and taking it away from Lupin didn't give it to her. Why was she like this? Because of the wizards. Wizards and witches forced this unhappiness on the werewolves. They treated them like lepers, stripped away their dignity. They kept stripping, little by little. They were why she couldn't find a job, couldn't earn a bloody knut to keep food in her belly or a roof over her head. They were why she had to huddle up with dozens of other broken sods with the same fucking story.
And Remus was more than just a werewolf, he cuddled up to wizarding kind. Taught their children, wagged his tail for them and did things like register for what she was sure was an eventual extermination list. He betrayed his own kind. He even made a show of his magic, throwing walls of water around at her. Mildred was soaked to the bone by the wall of water, shivering in her dirty, saturated robes. The werewolf coughed and sputtered as water entered her lungs. She watched the pair retreat. Her anger was burning hot but that was when she made her best plots. She'd let them leave, allowing her to simmer and let her plans and desire for revenge fester. That was... until someone leaned over and whispered in her ear.
Remus hadn't just brought any witch to their doorstep. The one he was toting away worked for the Ministry, had been visiting the homes of registered werewolves. The rundown factory wasn't exactly a secret among the werewolf community but there was an unspoken rule that one didn't go and tell Ministry scum about it and Lupin.. He'd just waltzed right in with one. He threatened everything she had. Make no mistake, Mildred felt no warmth for the poor wretched souls she shared a roof with but they did bring a semblance of community, it gave her a small feeling of belonging somewhere and not being so awfully alone. Most were nameless to her but she'd hold onto them because what they were meant something. Plus, werewolves couldn't rise alone... They had to do it together.
"LUPIN!" the werewolf shrieked and growled, following after the retreating pair. She was blinded by anger, vision going red as she moved swiftly and nimbly as she waded out of the crowd of other homeless wolves. The pair of them were about to escape, having just made it to the door. Mildred reached for the first thing she could get, a handful of long dark hair that was too soft and too clean to belong anywhere in this living nightmare. In one powerful yank she wrenched the girl back, making her lose her grip on Lupin and stumble back. "You bring this Ministry whore to our doorstep?!" Mildred had a tight hold and she wasn't quite sure if she wanted to bash the witch's head against the cement floor or launch a full on attack at Lupin. That was fucking low. "You traitor! SHUT UP." Her attention swerved back to the girl, who was bent awkwardly by the werewolf's grip on her hair and who was trying to talk her down from her murderous ledge. To Millie it sounded more like she was talking down to her. It only served to make her angrier, wizards and witches and their fucking superiority complex. "I have to kill both of you, right now! It's his fault!" her gaze snapped back up to Lupin. "It's your fault! You brought the sodding Ministry here!" There was a hint of something new in her voice. Desperation or reluctance.. Just a hint, brought on by some very sudden introspection thanks to Lupin's words.
To hell with it all. To hell with them. Millie jerked the girl and smashed her head against the door frame. She discarded the girl, shoving her down on the ground to free herself up to lunge full body at Lupin. |
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Hogwarts
School Healer
Creature Task Force - Registrar
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Hufflepuff Alumnus
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Post by Mali Johar on Apr 2, 2017 4:11:27 GMT
"Of course, she's worth nothing." Mali nodded her agreement while physically shying away from Remus. He was too loud, too angry. She had hold of him, but everything else about her body language spoke to the fact that she wanted to get away from him. Mali's grip on him was too tight, she leaned away and the abject horror at what she'd witnessed was still very clearly written across her face. There was no point in trying to hide it, she was scared. "Please, Remus. Just come with me." It was a funny thing to try and pull someone away from something without actually pulling them closer to you. She kept her distance, kept just enough space between them.
The female werewolf was relentless, saying awful things to Remus. It was enough to drive anyone to the edge, so the fact that Remus was being goaded into someone that she'd never seen before was almost understandable, wasn't it? His hand was on her forearm and for a very brief moment her breath caught in her throat. He was gripping it so tightly that she felt trapped, unable to escape the two posturing predators. They did manage to try to leave after what normally would be a spectacular display of wandless magic, one that under normal circumstances Mali would've chided him for as being unkind but she was too busy trying to keep up, her head to full of thoughts that she'd never thought about Remus before. And really, it was the least unkind thing that had happened since they arrived.
At least they were trying to leave. Mali and Remus' escape was foiled when she felt a terrible sensation at the back of her scalp, her head going back and the rest of her following. She tried to keep hold of Remus but her grip on him broke away. She stumbled backwards with a shriek, bending in a painful position due to the terrible woman's grip on her hair. She was shouting at Remus but there was enough shouting. Mali tried to talk to her, telling her "This is exactly what they want. In fighting and violence" Her words were so calm and even that the lack of her own panic surprised her. An dull ache settled in at the back of her skull, right where the woman held her handful of hair. "You're playing into the Ministry's---" she cut off, face scrunching in pain as the werewolf readjusted her grip. "hand. You're making yourself into exactly what the Ministry says you are. You don't have to be. You can walk away from this? Right Remus? She can--" When the woman started yelling again Mali flinched. She was no Gryffindor and all the bravery she had mustered has been spent.
Her head was wrenched again and her body followed. Mali's skull collided against the door frame with an audible crack. The pain caused little spots of color to burst in her vision and the blow dazed her. The witch didn't realize she was on the floor for a good long moment and when she sat up, rubbing at her head, the werewolves were falling back into violence. |
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Hogwarts
Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor
Werewolf
Order of The Phoenix
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44 years old
Gryffindor Alumnus
Wandless Magic
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PLAYED BY Mego
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Post by Remus Lupin on Apr 27, 2017 2:46:16 GMT
At the core, Remus was no different from any other werewolf in this place - that was true, but he wasn't them. For gods' sake, he wasn't her! He would never play into the whole superior/lesser thing, never had, but he just...wasn't like them. Not all of him. He had been, at one time, in their very exact place. Maybe had their same exact thoughts. But the one difference between Remus and a lot of the other poor souls in this building - definitely between him and the wretched woman taunting him - was his decision to let people help him. He lost a lot of his misery and anger then, and he got better. Not better than anyone else, but better for him.
And if that was the case, he didn't need to leave the woman with anything other than his pity. He didn't need to hurt her, or exact his revenge. She was doing that enough for herself already; Remus thought he knew exactly how she felt, and really, he just felt sorry for her. Mali - one of those blessed souls who wanted to help him, and every other werewolf in the world - wasn't doing well on his arm and he just wanted to get out. This was over for him.
They almost got there - out. They were at the door when a shriek ripped through the air and the space next to Remus was suddenly empty. He spun around as fast as his mind was spinning, to see the woman who killed his wife holding Mali by the hair. Damn it. Damn it! This was over, they both had to know it, but she wouldn't let go. She would never let go. Remus recognized that feeling, too, the bitter taste in one's mouth that never quite went away. Bitterness at a world they could never fully have. He controlled his. This woman was filled to the brim with it, poisoned.
"Mali." Remus held a hand up to her, and his other joined it in the air moments later, now aimed on the woman. Mali could probably reason her way out of a well if she talked enough, but there was no reason at all in this woman. Just bitterness and a need to hurt. Remus wondered if, even if she miraculously took Mali's words to heart, anyone could help her. He didn't like to think of anyone as hopeless, but...he didn't like to see people he loved hurt, either. That tipped the scales a bit.
"Let her go. She wants to help you, you fool. Let her go." Remus' voice was low and full of warning; he felt exhausted, like he didn't have the energy to feel anything at all after what just happened. He just wanted to get out. "The whole world is not out to bite. Why would I bring the Ministry here, really? Have a critical thought for once in your life, I beg of you." Remus watched, hands ready. "If you try to hurt her, I won't-"
Remus was spectacularly cut off by the sound of Mali's skull cracking against the door frame. He swallowed a word and choked on it, watching her sink to the floor in horror. And then the werewolf brat was on him, jumping on him. In his shock, he fell with her, catching his head smartly on a wall. He blinked away stars and shoved and smacked at the woman. He wanted out. And just like an animal backed into a corner, he had to fight for it. She wanted to make him just like her, force him into it.
But he wouldn't. When Remus got enough space in front of him, he held his hands back up, flush with his chest, and let loose. He slashed his hands at the woman, invisible blades after her skin. He wouldn't kill her, not intentionally. He just needed her off, he needed out. Bleeding would be the easiest for her to stop, to fix, once he got out. She would need supplies for boils, for burns, for bogeys - but every werewolf learned pretty quickly how to make the bleeding stop. Or maybe she would just bleed out on this dirty warehouse floor...Remus didn't really fucking care. He backed up toward Mali, keeping his hands up, crouching beside her. If the woman ever stopped coming at them, they could get out.
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Hogwarts
School Healer
Creature Task Force - Registrar
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Hufflepuff Alumnus
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Post by Mali Johar on May 8, 2017 3:47:36 GMT
The werewolf woman may not have been afraid of what Lupin would do to fulfill his threat, but Mali was. She didn't want to be responsible for it, didn't want the fact that she was in danger to be the motivating factor to push Remus over the edge. There had been enough death and darkness in a less than a year to last several lifetimes and she didn't want to motivate or witness another murder. The woman took the threat as prompting and had smashed her skull against the rotting wood doorframe, hard enough to splinter the wood.
Mali was wholly disoriented by the blow, further complicated as she was shoved away and discarded. The sharp pain in her temple was replaced by a deep throbbing pain all over her skull. It took several moments for her to sit up and when she did the room seemed to spin and she felt nauseated. There was too much going on around her, the pair of werewolves were struggling for control and Mali couldn't focus on it. She dropped her head in her hands, trying to will away the foggy lethargy and the dull, painful pulse across her skull. A jarring, anguished scream drew her attention towards the struggle, Remus had won and the woman was collapsing to the ground covered in ribbons and splatters of red. Mali watched her with wide eyes as the filthy werewolf woman writhed in agony and scrabbled across the floor to safety.
It was like a kick to her heart and her initial instinct was to go after her, to help but Mali couldn't will herself to move. The woman wanted to kill her, wanted to kill Remus. The woman had killed Tonks. Her own internal struggle intensified her nausea and sent her scooting away from Remus as he crouched down. "Don't--Please, don't. I'm okay." It was a lie, nothing okay about anything. The throbbing in her skull blurred her vision and Remus' actions petrified her. Mali wobbled to her feet on her own. The room felt like it lurched under her feet and she leaned against the wall for support. "Are you...Did she hurt you? Let me heal you." Mali's thoughts felt sluggish and they were cut through by a throb of pain in her head. Logically the healing could wait until they were gone but the feeling of disorientation persisted from before and healing felt vital. She stood on her own two feet after a little bit of wavering and looked back, eyes following the trail of blood the werewolf left in her wake "I should heal her, but I don't want to..." Later she would blame such a thought on the head injury but truly, Mali had enough. The struggles and tribulations were changing her as a person and darkening her bright world view. "I just want to go home." Or maybe to the hospital.
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