Post by elliot on May 22, 2012 17:03:25 GMT
if you could only see the beast you've made of me. i held it in but now it seems you've set it running free. screaming in the dark, i howl when we're apart. drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart.
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Having had a rather rough day at Honeydukes, it was about time that Elliot got some free time. The night was hers, and as soon as she was out of the public eye, the smiling woman ducked behind some trees nearer the Forbidden Forest and bounded away on four bouncy blackened paws. This was what Elliot loved. The abundance of scents that engulfed her that she could normally not scent when she was in human form. The feel of the earth beneath her pads, and the feel of the wind and brush and trees as she rushed past them. This was what Elliot lived for, for so many years. And this is what she lived for still. If she could run away again and live in secret as a wolf once more, then hell, she'd do it! ... But it was far too lonely, and far too boring.
Winding her way around the thinner trees of the Forbidden Forest, a new scent took her... one she did not recognize as any of the critters she was used to around the forest. One she had scented before... but still was unsure of. Well, curiosity took the woman, and with her head dipped low - nose to the dirt, and tongue lolling in a pant - the wolf made her way quick on it's trail.
This sort of chase was something Elliot loved - normally it was to discover some sort of new creature, or it was to play with a small herd of deer for the shits and giggles of it... but tonight was seemingly different - she was absolutely determined to find this new scent and figure out who or what it was. Ears flicked, slicking to the back of her head as she continued on her way. It wasn't long before her hunt brought her to the Shrieking Shack, and with a tilt of her head and a slip of her tongue along her maw, lengthy legs bounded away towards the Whomping Willow.
She poked her nose against the knot quickly, watching the tree grow rigid; soft paws padded in quietly - the only thing indicating she was not pure wolf, were the piercing ice blue eyes that blinked into the muggy darkness. Not seeing anything right away, the woman continued down the tunnel and into the shack, tail drooping at her ankles and ears pricking and swivelling to take in any noises she may have missed. Nope... nothing. Snuffling around the main room, the woman made her way into the other rooms, her curiosity only spiking at the various other scents that took her. The typical scent of a fearful student on a Dare, some rats now and then. Spiders, mice, and bats. Werewolf... that was something still new to her, but she recognized the chaotic and fury-filled scent remaints on the walls.
Hearing steps, the girl whirled her lengthy body around, ears slicking and ice blue's narrowing on the figure in the dark before her. I've never seen you before. she mused bluntly, the words spilling from her in nothing more than a strangled growl. Tail lifted in dominance, and her nose wriggled at the irritated huff. Yup, that was the scent she had been tracking... male, by the build and stance of the figure before her. Another low growl escaped as she squared her own stance, paws shuffling comfortably to hold her ground. Normally this was enough to scare other critters away... but this guy? She wasn't so sure he would readily back down.
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my fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in. you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl. my fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in. you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl.
TAG; sirius black!
NOTES; FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!!!!! D<
SONG MUSE; Howl - Florence and the Machine & 7 Days to the Wolves - Nightwish