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Post by Mildred Tomlinson on Mar 2, 2017 1:33:00 GMT
Lupin had some fuckin' nerve. Come in to her house and trying to.... domesticate her werewolves. Her family. Mildred didn't have much in the world, but she had big plans to assert the wolves to their proper place and some allies to help her along the way. Her plans started to crumble when the bastard showed up toting some sort of goodwill and potions. They didn't need no fuckin' potions. The potion was an invention by them same wizards who tried to oppress them, wanted to rob them of their advantages and their brutality. The wizards was scared, but they should be. Absolutely should be. Wizards and witches were weaker, inferior. This was all ploy to take away their rightful power and she wouldn't stand for it. Not one bit. They had to be stopped. So there was a little wolfsbane operation? She'd take care of that. The girl was hard to get to. She was close to Lupin and it wasn't the right time to take him and his precious auror friends on yet. Millie staked it out for a few nights but Lupin was far too frequent and if not him then an auror or one of them war heros. There was also a very tall man who seemed to be involved. He'd been skulking around Knockturn Alley one night after potion ingredients, not something someone would do if their potion was on the up and up, now would they? It took some work and intimidation but she finally managed to track down someone who seemed to know him and where he was and waited for the perfect time to strike. It didn't even have to be the bloke himself who suffered her wrath, Millie just needed them to get the message. She meandered up the grassy lane, wand tucked away into her tattered robes. It wasn't her own, she'd lost that ages ago but those who called Knockturn home were used to taking what they wanted when they wanted it. The witch briskly knocked on the door and stood very patiently on the step waiting for someone to answer. Everything about her would turn people away. Millie's underfed frame was hidden underneath bedraggled robes stained with grime and filth. Greasy red curls cascaded from her head in a tangled chaotic mess and she carried the scent of an unwashed body. When a tall and pretty blonde answered the door, a stained smile graced her lips. "Ashland?" she asked, tilting her head. The innocent effect was lost somewhere behind the wicked glint in her dull eyes. The werewolf lunged the moment she had her confirmation, taking the blonde down to the ground. She was light and not unusually strong but Millie was surprisingly quick and vicious in her attacks. She pinned the woman underneath her thin frame. The witch's arms were pulled above her blonde head and she leaned a knee into her stomach as she bent over the girl. "You think you can just tame us, do you?" She spoke through gritted teeth, drops of repulsive spittle landing on her poor victims face. Her breath was putrid and stale as Millie leaned in to snarl in the woman's face. There was no full moon tonight and she was obviously human but the sound came deep from within her throat and was very animalistic and threatening in nature. "We ain't no lap dogs, bitch!" The redhead leaned her bony knee deeper into the woman's abdomen and shifted her own hands where she had both of the blonde's wrists pinned with one so she could withdraw the wand. "And I'm going to make sure you don't forget it." With a slash of her wand and a muttered incantation, ropes snaked up and secured Meg's arms and legs, leaving Mildred free to contemplate just how she was going to do that. No one else seemed to be home, the commotion hadn't drawn anyone to Meg's rescue even with the door wide open. She could very well leave her mangled corpse behind as the message, a bloody surprise to whoever was home next. ________________________________ Meg Ashland |
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Post by Meg Ashland on Mar 2, 2017 22:26:21 GMT
Meg so rarely got the house to herself...of course she had to celebrate. Jon and Dad were conveniently working together tonight, Theo was off doing whatever it was Theo did nowadays - and Meg was already in her jammies, cooking up a storm and drinking up a hurricane. Of all the Ashlands she was regrettably the worst cook, so she was drinking wine to make up for it. Wine made everything taste good.
Over the blaring radio in the kitchen, Meg heard a faint knock on the front door. She put down her spoon and her glass and shuffled barefoot to the living room, wrenching open the door without a thought. Wine also made one forget all the undesirables that could be standing on the other side of one's front door. And the woman on the other side was certainly undesirable...immediately, Meg made a face and wrinkled her nose. She looked like she smelled and she smelled like she looked. "Yeah...," she answered warily, frowning. The woman on her doorstep didn't wear nice well, even when she was trying. Her smile was off-putting, not to mention disgusting. Meg fixated on her stain teeth with repulsion, entirely missing the small woman's quick movements until she found herself on her back, her head bouncing against the floor.
Meg wanted to shout and she wanted to curse, but all she managed was a painful grunt as the woman wrenched her arms up and drove her knee into Meg's stomach. It took her breath away and sent tears to her eyes. She blinked them away, hard, staring up at the woman hanging over her. "What?" She gasped. Meg was overwhelmed, beyond confused, completely not understanding why she wasn't in her kitchen drinking a glass of wine right now. Hadn't she just been doing that? What was this?
The fear took its time, but it eventually settled in. Whatever this was, it was trying to kill her. Meg gulped down frantic, raspy breaths of air as she felt the panic of losing control crawl all over her nervous system. "Get off of me!" She struggled, but it was useless. Her pinned arms were useless and her legs were useless, falling asleep under the woman's weight. In desperation, Meg lifted her head and tried to headbutt the woman when she took out a wand - but the woman was too far away, and all Meg got in return was her wrists and ankles tied together and a knot on the back of her head from dropping it to the floor again.
Now, anger. Pain had a visceral reaction in Meg. She assumed it came from growing up with brothers a lot bigger than her, or perhaps just from growing up with a bark that was worlds worse than her bite. Meg was fragile, she knew it deep down - she was all elbows and knees and not much else - but she would be damned the day she let someone pick on her. And when she inevitably got hurt, she got pissed. "Who the fuck are you?! I didn't do anything to you! My brother's going to be home soon, bitch, he's easily three times your size. You're gonna get it if you don't let me go!" Lies, but who knew, maybe it would buy her some time. Right now, she wanted to get her hands on this woman apparently as much as the woman did her. Meg made a wiggling attempt to swipe her feet at the woman's shins in a kick.
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Post by Mildred Tomlinson on Mar 8, 2017 15:12:13 GMT
The shreds of Millie's humanity twinged as she waited at the door. She had a heavily twisted view of guilty and innocent, but hurting the ones she deemed innocent was necessary, but regrettable. Lupin wasn't innocent, he was a traitor. The bitch he brought into their sanctuary wasn't innocent either, but the blonde who opened the door was. Mildred had never seen her while stalking the 'bane makers. All hesitation was erased by the look on the fucking witch's face. Judgment, disdain, superiority. Millie wouldn't be damned to squalor if it hadn't been for her kind and their fucking laws and prejudices. The world was stacked against werewolves and it was their fault. Maybe her lycanthropy wouldn't have suffocated the person she used to be, if society was a little more tolerant.
Mildred laughed at the woman's confusion as she pinned her to the ground, mocking her in a overly shrill little girl voice "Whaaat!?" she jeered and ridiculed. "WHAT!?" and cackled right in the woman's face. Hot, stinking breath and all. There was no innocence in that house, on the door in the entryway. Not a lick of it. The witch's face had been so clearly judgmental, so obviously like the rest of them. And she was related to one of the potion makers, probably one herself. Her black, cruel heart got easily drunk on the tears the younger woman's eyes and delighted on the labored, painful sound of her breathing. It served her fuckin' right. She made those sounds not too long ago when Lupin tried to strangle her. "You can thank Lupin for this." she taunted. It was his fault, he made her do it. Him and the Ministry.
She parodied Meg again with exaggerated feebleness "Get off me! Ha!" The witch was in no position to make her do anything, much less get off. She did it on her own accord, though. Withdrawing to think and plot and stew in her need for satisfaction. The blonde wouldn't let her stew nd plot, though. She insisted on talking, trying to threaten her. "I know who your brother is, poppet." she made a show of looking at the door left open and around. "But I don't see him. Alls I see is you and me, and you're a little indisposed ain't ya?" Meg tried to kick at her and it was easily side stepped. Millie leaned down and grabbed the bindings around the girl's ankles and gave them a good shake. "Ain't neither of us going anywhere, sweetheart."
She took to her knees, a well scratch or two would drive her point home and shouldn't take too long. Milie was bold and desperate, but she wasn't stupid. The tall oaf coupled with his sister meant she could very easily be overpowered. She knelt beside the blonde, resting her hand gingerly on the woman's abdomen. Where, oh where? That was the question. She lightly dragged her dirty nails against the soft flesh of the woman's stomach as she pulled up her shirt, exposing the sensitive, undamaged tissue underneath. Her hand was surprisingly light, not enough to hurt. "Wizarding arrogance, making laws and thinkin' we're just gonna roll over and follow it. We ain't dogs, we're wolves. We're the top of the god damn food chain." Her fingers ran back and forth over the naked skin, trailing. It was an easy place to leave a scar, but not visible enough. If the woman was to understand the wrongness of what she and her precious government had done, the shame they forced on werewolves then it had to be somewhere she couldn't hide it.
Millie moved swiftly, without warning. One moment she was running a hand over Meg's exposed stomach and the next she was raking her fingers down the side of the blonde's pretty little face. Her claw like nails ripping through the woman's flesh, adding her skin and blood to the grime under her fingernails. The attack ravaged her face, starting high on her cheek and drawing all the way downward over her neck. Her lips drew back, baring her teeth in a wicked snarling grin. The tips of Milie's fingers were covered in blood as the returned to the woman's stomach, leaving streaks of drying red across her pale skin while readying for her next strike.
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Post by Meg Ashland on Apr 7, 2017 14:06:02 GMT
The woman was loud, confusing, and stinky. Meg desperately just wanted to plug up her nose and ears while the woman shouted in her face, but all she could do was try to wiggle out from beneath her. The woman was making fun of her. The woman was attacking her, and Meg couldn't figure out why. Sure, she had her fair share of enemies - but as far as she knew, no one that actually wanted to kill her. Merlin's beard! Meg forced her eyes to stay open, to search the woman's face for any shred of familiarity. The woman said something about Lupin...what? "What?! Professor Lupin?" In her massive confusion and panic, Meg didn't make the connection. She couldn't possibly think what her third year Defense teacher had to do with nearly dying at her front door.
It was all just so confusing and maddening. Meg tried to wiggle her way out of it - and then she tried to threaten her way out of it. The woman tossed off her threat like it was nothing - she knew Theo, and she wasn't even scared. Why did this woman know Theo? She knew Professor Lupin and Theo...then it clicked for Meg. There were very few things her brother had in common with her old professor. This woman...she had to be either a Death Eater or a werewolf. She was dirty and stinking enough to be either, Meg thought. Maybe she was both. The woman sidestepped Meg's kick and Meg cried out in frustration as the woman shook her bonds. "You know about the second one, then, you daft bitch? Or my dad? They'll kill you." Not that any of the three of them were expected home anytime soon...but again, this woman didn't need to know that.
The woman was back in her face again and Meg cringed away. Gods, she was so smelly. When the woman touched Meg's bare skin, Meg could practically feel the germs crawling onto her and it made her resume her wiggling away attempt. She really wasn't going anywhere, though. She had no bodily autonomy and had no choice but to sit and listen to this crazy woman's ramblings. The way she was talking, Meg was pretty sure she was a werewolf. "What the fuck are you talking about? I didn't make any laws...Professor Lupin didn't make any laws!" It'd been a werewolf that killed his wife, wasn't it? Meg stared up at the woman in renewed horror. Good gods...she really was going to kill her!
Watching her face, Meg never saw the woman's hands. They moved like lightning, striking down Meg's face. Meg started to scream, but when the nails got to her neck, she was too afraid to move too much. Was she seriously about to bleed out on her living room floor? Even in her terror, Meg was still angry. She glared at the woman, cringing when she dragged her dirty fingers across Meg's stomach.
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