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Post by Mildred Tomlinson on Oct 10, 2016 16:40:03 GMT
Werewolves were banding together, they had too. Wizards was taking away their rights, treating them as less than. Less than.. ha! Wolves was obviously the superior being, especially wolves like Milly. She was a witch before she was turned and now she had a wand, had some magic to her, and once a month could turn around and savage an entire village of people if that's what she fancied. Not all wolves were like her, some rolled over and signed their names on the Ministry's dotted line, expecting a belly rub or something for their troubles. Dogs, they was. Not wolves. Traitors to their kind at any rate, as far as Milly was convinced. If they weren't with her, then they were against her. They were enemies. One such enemy was Remus Lupin, a man she approached to get on their side but he called their cause 'misguided'. It was easy for him to say, he was turned young. He didn't lose anything to his lycanthropy. Not everyone was so lucky. Milly was happily married before she was bitten, she even managed a shop in Hogsmeade. Her husband abandon her after the incident, terrified and disgusted by what she turned into and her employer eventually let her go from her position, annoyed by all the days she took off around the full moon. Poor and alone, Milly could no longer afford the Wolfsbane and was forced to go through transformations without it. No amount of scrubbing could remove the blood stain those nights left on her soul. She didn't want to hurt anyone, not at first but things like that had a habit of breeding anger and anger bred cruelty. It made Milly want to hurt the people who wronged her and the radical group of werewolves enabled that. That husband who left her found himself a nice normal witch, might have even been happy... That is 'til Milly found him last full moon and ripped his throat out. The witches too, just for good measure. THe full moon before she made sure to destroy that damn shop she used to work at, shatter all the glass, claw through the walls and ravage the shelves. That same vengeful streak brought her to the door step of Lupin. She warned him, Milly did. He thought he was so high and mighty with his wife and kids, his precious family and fancy school job. All his friends, all his respect. Milly hated it all and she was going to make him pay for it. The bedraggled werewolf spent the evening lurking around Godric's Hollow, waiting for the moon to rise in the sky. Surely he took his potion, just like she did in the days before. He was probably kissing his wife and kids goodbye, locking himself in some safe room. A sheep in wolf's clothing. Unlucky for him, a wolf was waiting. The transformation was painful, it felt like she was being ripped apart from the inside out but it only fueled her black hearted anger. When the transformation was complete, Milly charged up the walk, sniffing at the air. There were no children inside, a pity, but the wife was still there. That would have to do and Milly burst through the door, into the house, blood lust mounting as the woman emerged from the hallway, startled and maybe a little scared. Thumping and snarling from the cellar door made it clear that Remus was around and very aware of what was about to transpire just out of his reach. Milly leaped into the air to pounce the woman with bubblegum pink hair. ____________________________________________________________ Tag for Tonks would go here, when she's created. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 13:44:17 GMT
These nights never got easier. Not that she would do them any different, of course not, but they were never easy. It wasn't easy having Remus in the house and not be able to be with him. They were together little enough as is; and nights like tonight, he was right under her feet and she couldn't touch him. Her loneliness was exacerbated by the absence of the twins, as well. They always sent them away for the night, to stay with grandma or a Weasley or Uncle Harry. Tonks didn't think it was really all that necessary, Remus would never hurt their children; but he insisted.
The loneliness was nothing compared to the anxiety, though. Tonks considered herself a rather laid back individual. She tried not to get too up in arms about things she couldn't control (unless it was like, Death Eaters or something bad; then it was no holds barred). But gods, she hated to think about Remus down there, changing. He'd done it hundreds of times, starting long before she ever met him, but she still worried about him. And how she couldn't get to him. What if he hurt himself? They'd made it so his room in the cellar was completely inaccessible the whole time the full moon was out, with charms and wards and reinforcements. Another thing Remus insisted on, and another thing Tonks would never admit she thought that necessary. Remus was about as likely to hurt her as he was their children.
She used to sleep right outside of the door, slumped at the bottom of the cellar steps, listening to him move around in there all night. It took almost a year's worth of transformations, a year of Remus coming out in the morning to find her against the door, for him to convince her to please just sleep upstairs, he would be fine. Eventually, she acquiesced - but she didn't sleep. She strained against the creaky old house, listening for any noises out of the ordinary.
That's what brought her downstairs tonight. She thought she heard a rather loud thump, and it brought her straight out of bed. Remus was usually pretty quiet when he changed. She didn't know exactly what he did in there; he said he mostly slept. What if his potion wasn't working anymore? Tonks was worried sick about this new legislation being passed. Remus told her not to worry, it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before; but it made her angry. She wouldn't put it past the bloody gits to water down the Wolfsbane in order to make an extra Galleon.
Because it was only her husband in there, and she trusted him completely no matter what state he was currently in, Tonks didn't carry her wand downstairs. This didn't really make sense, even in the context of it just being Remus down there; she always had her wand. But she was worried, and she never had her head on completely straight on these nights. She was just going to go listen at the door, just for a minute, maybe call some soothing words through the wood.
She didn't make it to the cellar. She was just leaving the last stair on the first floor when the front door splintered open - and a werewolf came charging in. Tonks stared in utter shock at the sight. It wasn't Remus; she knew that because he would never snarl at her, and because this one didn't look like him. He'd let her see him change, a couple of times. "Get out!" Tonks screamed at the wolf, but then it was on her. And Remus, oh her poor Remus, he could hear it all from the cellar. She could hear his pounding and growling all the way from the kitchen. Tonks tried to block it out, tried to fight the beast on top of her. Her wandless magic was rubbish. Remus tried to teach her, of course he did, and gods did she wish she had tried harder now. Her hands were too clumsy for any finesse, but there were a couple of things she could do. Surrounded by teeth and claws, Tonks grabbed chunks of fur and shouted fire-making charms, sending little puffs of flame from her hands into the wolf's fur. It wasn't much, nothing against teeth and claws really, but Nymphadora Tonks Lupin wasn't going down without a fight.
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Post by Mildred Tomlinson on Oct 15, 2016 1:27:05 GMT
Milly could have ended it all with one snap of her powerful jaws around the pretty little thing's neck, but this wasn't necessarily something she wanted to end abruptly. Oppression led her to anger and anger led her to cruelty. Now her heart was rock hard, not a bit of sympathy or tenderness left in it. She didn't necessarily believe in fighting for werewolf rights, if you got right down to it. She just wanted people to hurt and to suffer like she hurt and suffered, and if under the guise of 'sticking it to the man' and pushing back it allowed her to do it, so be it. Her sadism was only egged on by the feral nature of the wolf when she was in transformation. Milly wanted to draw it out, make her suffer. Nymphadora, that's what they called this one, she was precious to Remus. She didn't want to rip his little treasure cleanly from his fingers. It needed to be torturously dragged from him, he needed to remember the sounds of the woman's last agonizing breath, preferably as a gurgle in her slashed open throat.
The woman fought valiantly against the attack, pulling at handfuls of fur, setting them on fire. It was a smart move, Milly's temper burned red hot. She could feel it in her chest. Blood was rushing in her ears but she could make out the sounds of Lupin down below. Frantic, oh.. that wolf hearing will pick up on everything. One of the firemaking spells burned too long, too close to her skin and Mily threw back her wolfish head with a howl, throwing her slender frame off and to the ground, rolling the flame out with a whimper. The bitch would pay dearly for that. The werewolf launched her frame up, landing heavily on the witch.
Long, sharp claws dug into the woman's shoulders, pinning her down. Milly let out a low growl, blood lust clear in her yellowed eyes. The wolf was panting her rancid, hot breath in the woman's face and down her neck. There was no escape. She dragged her paws down, saliva dripping from bared fangs as she tore her nails through tender, vulnerable flesh. And then, unexpectedly, the pressure of her claws eased off the woman, followed by her weight. She would toy with the witch, allow her to run, give her that flicker of hope before she snuffed out the light behind her eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2016 6:33:27 GMT
The weight of the wolf was crushing her, but Tonks kept on the best she could. Her little fire making spells were weak, but insidious; singing through fur to eventually reach the skin beneath. One such spell really seemed to get to the wolf; her resultant howl was sickening, making Tonks squeeze her eyes shut and turn her head to the floor as she felt the momentary pressure lift off of her. She couldn't stand that noise. It sounded too much like an animal; and her Remus was not an animal. Even now she could hear him beneath the floorboards, banging about and scratching but not howling. If she'd had time to feel anything other than terrified, Tonks might have felt a bit guilty. Remus could control his condition so well and she knew not all the other werewolves could but gods she hated that sound.
In her terrified state, it took Tonks some moments to realize the weight lifting off of her was also the absence of the wolf. She opened her eyes to see the beast rolling around on the ground, and Tonks managed a weak shuffle backward across the floor before it was on her again. And this time, it was lusting for blood. Tonks tried to shove the thing off of her but her efforts were drained when sharp claws dug into her flesh. Tonks screamed then, but cut herself short when her head bounced off the floor when the wolf pinned her down.
It didn't take long for the screams to start again. She was disoriented from the contact and the disgusting heat in her face, but the pain from the wolf's claws was bright and apparent. Tonks screamed and begged, kicking weakly at haunches, her own nails pulling at the wolf's fur no match at all for a set of long, sharp claws. The beast was ripping her apart.
And then, it wasn't. Again, it took Tonks some time to register the absence of the wolf from on top of her (though this time, it was more likely attributed to the way all the blood loss made her head spin). She blinked through tears, up at the wolf looming over her. It looked like it was waiting for something. Tonks breath was ragged and uneven; she held it, aching for silence. Maybe Remus got through, maybe he was coming to save her. Maybe that's what the wolf was waiting for.
But all Tonks heard was thumping. Thumping and scratching; maybe even a whimper - or that might have been her. Her attention returning to the wolf resumed her fight or flight response - and all her fight was currently pooling in a puddle beneath her. She had to run; but how far would she get? Her shoulders were completely torn apart and she was losing a lot of blood. She would have only a few minutes to get wherever she was going. She could go upstairs, try to get her wand, though going up stairs sounded awfully daunting right about now. Or she could run into the street, hope her screams alerted some vigilant neighbor.
Either way, she had to go. Remus would be safe. For better or for worse, there was no way anyone was getting in or out of that room until the moon set. For his sake and hers, Tonks had to get out of here. Before the wolf resumed turning her into a midnight snack, Tonks kicked at it again and pushed against the wall, hurling to her feet with much cursing and the occasional scream. She slumped down the hall, away from the wolf, as fast as her swimming head would allow her without falling over.
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Post by Mildred Tomlinson on Oct 16, 2016 9:24:03 GMT
The comparatively small woman could fight all she wanted, kick and scream but this is where Milly felt most alive. It egged her on, worked her blood lust into a frothy frenzy. Sticky red blood was everywhere, smeared across the undamaged parts of the woman's skin, in the bubble gum pink hair, in her own fur. The coppery scent of the stuff overpowered the smell of the wolf down below and all she could think about was blood. Mildred wasn't completely ready to end the struggle though, and the woman beneath her was obviously weakening. She sat back, hoping for a decent chase. Mind games, give an inch and snatch it back when they try to take their mile.
The werewolf sat back on her haunches, head hung low as she watched for the witch to make her move. The poor dear seemed unsure of where to go, what to do, if she was really free to escape. She laid there, not making a sound, not a peep or a breath. There was just the sound of Remus Lupin realizing his life was being clawed apart right above his head, desperate thumps as he tried in vain to break through. Poor, poor dear. It seemed like something clicked, the woman was up. She kicked at Milly but it didn't deter her. The wolf sat still and watched the woman's retreating back, giving her just enough rope to hang herself.
When there was a decent distance between the two Milly took off, sprinting again. She snarled and growled as she approached. The woman was on the ground again, making the game of chase disappointingly easy for her. All hundred pounds of her hit the woman at once, her teeth sinking in to an already ruined shoulder. The taste of blood drove her mad as she worried the flesh back and forth. Her claws dug into the woman's back. Milly had a cruel, cold heart and delighted in the agony her attack caused, both here and in the cellar below.
She pulled back, releasing the shoulder to press her nose against the wound, breathing in the metallic scent of victory. That's all this was, revenge and victory over the oppressive wizard regime, over werewolves who sat in the Ministry's lap and refused to join the fight against them. Suddenly Milly lunged, her jaw closing around the woman's fragile, slender neck, fangs tearing through skin and muscle, scraping bone. The lycanthropic infection seeped in to the woman's wounds, not that she would live long enough to even see the current full moon set.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2016 15:52:17 GMT
She knew she wasn't going to make it before she even got to her feet. Standing up was an impossible chore; walking, an impossible fantasy. She could feel herself slipping, the blood loss not the only reason for the darkness edging in all around her. Accepting her fate, Tonks' destination became clear. She pulled herself along the wall, making a gory scene of the hallway, and headed for the kitchen. She wanted to be as close to him as possible, whatever happened.
The growls behind her did not deter her. Tonks focused solely on Remus' frantic noises from down below. They were erratic and painful to listen to, but they centered her. He was still fighting; she could still fight. She was halfway to the counter, to the set of kitchen knives, when she fell. The werewolf was on her again and there was no game to play this time. The bite into Tonks' shoulder was crushing, leagues stronger than a scratch. Tonks couldn't help it, she began to scream again. This was the worst pain imaginable.
Or so she thought. The worst was yet to come, but both fortunately and unfortunately, she didn't have long to feel it. By the time the werewolf was done with her shoulder, she was already half gone. She needn't spend much time at all on Tonks' neck before the woman's screams turned to gurgling and then turned to nothing.
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Post by Remus Lupin on Oct 17, 2016 16:35:41 GMT
He smelled her long before he ever heard her. It had been quite a few years since Remus had transformed anywhere near any other wolves. He liked his cellar, and he liked his solitude - it was one of the only times he actually enjoyed being alone. Remus didn't even want the people he loved seeing him like this; much less strangers, even if they were like him. He felt too vulnerable in this form, unable to ever completely shake the feeling that this beast was always lurking inside of him, who he truly was. There had been a time when he'd almost forgotten that feeling, when he'd allowed people to witness his transformations. Another feeling he couldn't quite shake - that he'd cursed them by doing so. Even if he hated it, he'd take one night a month alone over ever doing that again.
After so many years changing down there, the cellar smelled like him. So when the scent of a new wolf came wafting in on the air, Remus perked right up, snout twitching. That was another reason he liked doing this alone. The wolfsbane gave him his human faculties in this form, but it didn't erase the animal nature. He controlled it with his human logic and thought, but the presence of other wolves always agitated that side, got it excited. It was pack nature. Remus rose to his feet, sniffing the air, already pushing himself against the cellar door to get closer to the scent. Why was there another werewolf near his house? The last time that happened, tragedy struck the streets of Godric's Hollow. He could only smell one this time, but it still didn't sit well with him.
Neither did the crashing sounds. They were devastatingly loud to his sensitive ears, and Remus ran back from the door with a whimper. Even if he could control his mental faculties, he couldn't much control the way his human emotions manifested in his wolfish body. He paced and pawed at the floor, head pointed upward toward the ceiling as he strained his ears to listen. At the sound of Dora's first scream, he was at the door again with a flash, throwing himself into it with all of his weight.
He'd just wanted to keep her safe, that's why they'd put this damned door in in the first place. It's wards and charms were certainly showing their strength tonight. No matter how much Remus pushed and clawed, the door didn't budge or lose any of its integrity. Remus growled and snarled, taking his frustration out on himself with the occasional nip or scratch. The howl sounding above drove him into a frenzy; he took another charge at the door and felt something twist beneath his fur.
Remus fell heavy on his haunches, panting interspersed with whimpers as his head pointed straight up again. It got quiet up there. Remus couldn't stand it. He hated the sounds this body made him emit; but he started to yelp, aggressively in an attempt to drive the other wolf away. But what threat was he locked up down here? Dora began to scream again and that drove Remus back to the door, hurt shoulder or not. If she was screaming, she was still alive. Remus wasn't getting through that door until his thumbs were useful again, but he couldn't resist the drive to try. That wasn't his animal nature; that was completely human.
Dora's screams were far too short this time. They were closer, but they didn't last long. Remus thought he could hear them tapering away, and it drove him mad. Long after they stopped, he continued to throw himself into the door, eventually moving onto the walls and the sparse furniture in the room, and then his own skin, wrecking his body in the only way this form could properly let him express his devastation.
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