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 Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 8:14 pm
At this point Peter noticed that James was raking the wolf directly towards him. With a frightened squeak he scurried away, behind Sirius, where he stood, shivering. This is the worst yet... he thought miserably.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 12:44 pm
It had finally managed to disentangle itself from the stag's antlers, careening directly into one of the Four Walls around it. Its head hurt. It was angry, but these opponents were too strong for it to fight both at once. It lowered its head and pressed its left side against the wall; there were several scratches in its hide from the stag's antlers. It turned to face the opponents, panting. It gave up.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 12:54 pm
It looked like Remus had given up for awhile, James was relieved. He looked over at Sirius and gave him a look that he hoped said 'are you going ok?'
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 11:25 am
Sirius sat down, his body immediately relaxing now that the wolf's weight had been displaced off of him. His foot came up to scratch at his wounds, his head hoping that it was nothing too serious this month.
He caught the stag's eye and nodded, indicating that he would be able to live another day.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 2:46 pm
It licked at a scratch on its paw, before looking over at the opponents. Why were they not attacking him? Perhaps...they were not opponents at all? It stood up straight and inched forward, toward the dog and stag, whimpering questioningly with a tilt of its head. With a small yip, it sat down on the roughly-scratched wood floor, tail twitching slightly as if observed its comanions.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 3:03 pm
The shaggy black dog chuffed an encouragement, and sat staring at the wolf. This was a routine adopted since the monthly transformations had begun to get worse. Sirius knew it was only a matter of time before Remus would come to his senses and they'd all be able to get on with their night.
God, this was tiring.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 6:18 pm
It took a moment for Peter to realize that the danger had passed. Slowly, shakily, he tiptoed out from behind Sirius - rats can, in fact, tiptoe; Peter was living proof of this - and looked fearfully at Remus. Well, he's not attacking us, he thought. That's always a good sign. He couldn't quite stop a single, frightened squeak, however.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 7:34 pm
The wolf blinked and jerked backward a fraction of an inch at the sight of the rat. So there were three of them? How interesting. It seemed to it that these three creatures were...allies, of a sort. Its ears twitched at the sound of the squeak, and it crouched down to get a sniff of the rat.
These are friends, a distant echo of a human boy's voice came to him. In reverse from when the moon was down, the human was fighting to take over the wolf's mind. The wolf shut its eyes and gave his shaggy head a rigorous shake, but the human would not stop fighting; it was an eternal struggle. As the human the wolf would continue its fight, and as the wolf the human would claw at the recesses of the wolfish mind until it broke.
It was only lucky that the wolf had not yet smelled the traces on human blood in its own veins (distracted by the other creatures), or he would have begun to mutilate itself to get at the human blood.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 7:47 pm
When the wolf lowered its muzzle to sniff him, Peter had a bit of an inward panic attack. Mostly because, being a rat, the wolf's nose was about as big as Peter's entire face. He gave another terrified squeak - this one sounded the closest thing to his human scream than any squeak before - and retreated behind Sirius once more.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 7:29 pm
James got slightly anxious when he saw the wolf sniff Peter and rolled his eyes (theoratically) when he saw him run and hide behind Sirius. He couldn't really blame him too much as he was so small but all he was doing was sniffing him. Wasn't that a slighlty friendly gesture? He inched toward the wolf in cautious manner, he wanted to reach out to the bit of Remus who was still there.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 2:21 am
Sirius relaxed. He could almost see his friend's brown eyes just behind the yellow.
He itched his ear with his foot and panted. Now to the re-aquainting.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 11:21 am
The Wolf was...very confused. One moment, he would gaze at these creatures with a warm familiarity and camaraderie; the next moment it would be frightened and flinch away, trying to defend itself from being overpowered. It watched the dog scratch its ear, and he crept forward cautiously. Something shifted behind its gold eyes, and he playfully grabbed the shaggy dog's ear in his mouth and tugged. Then he dropped back to his haunches and wagged his tail excitedly.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 10:39 am
Peter peered out from behind Sirius, quivering slightly, watching the wolf's uncertain movements and wondering whether or not it would decide to attack them again.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 1:08 pm
The dog chuffed, licked its lips, and cocked its head. Was it okay, yet? Sirius wagged his tail, in imatation of the (playmate?) and bounded to his feet. Two gray eyes sparkled in the Shack's dim light, and they were focused on Remus's yellow ones.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 4:28 pm
Finally, with a visible lurch, something shifted behind the Wolf's eyes, and It was no longer a Wolf. He was...a boy. The eyes were still golden, the fur still coarse, the claws and teeth still razor sharp, but he was miraculously in some state of a right mind. He began bouncing on the pads of his enormous paws, and playfully pushed the dog (who was nameless still, but uneniably someone he was very close to) with his front paws, wagging his tail excitedly.
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