5 Oct 2024, 23:16
Tides of Danger
Interacting with Lucy Hills
@Minnie Duke
@Minnie Duke
Speech
~French~ #000045 with an Irish accent
~English~ #30012
~French~ #000045 with an Irish accent
~English~ #30012
Roleplaying as approved Beauxbatons iNCP Phelan Emile
date: august 19, 2024, around 9:30 pm
location: the Emile family estate near Calais, France
date: august 19, 2024, around 9:30 pm
location: the Emile family estate near Calais, France
• ────── • ────── •Phelan sat on a large sand dune, looking out at the ocean. It was a calm summer night. The sun had just barely gone down, but the sky was flooded with the light of the full moon. The waves hadn’t seemed to get the memo. Phelan watched as they crashed. Over, and over, and over… He had always been fascinated by the ocean. How could something be so beautiful and dangerous at the same time?
He came here quite often when his father could get time off work and his family stayed at their summer home. He had never liked Paris all that much. He much preferred this- the salty breeze, the soothing sound of the waves crashing. He often came with his sisters during the day, but at night, he always came by himself.
The first howl was quiet, far away. At first, they boy thought he had imagined it. But there it was again, closer this time, maybe the most chilling sound he had ever heard. Did they even have wolves in France? He didn’t know. He thought of stories he’d heard of wild animals escaping muggle zoos. Suddenly very uneasy, the boy stood. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt.
Just as he was about to begin the walk back up to the house, in the dark, he could barely make out something large blocking his path.
WC: 233
Last edited by Matilde O’Fionnagan on 16 May 2025, 23:12, edited 1 time in total.
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11 Oct 2024, 13:17
Tides of Danger
Coding by @Estelle Nyx
Date: August 19
Time: Around 9:30 pm
Location: Near Calais, France Mentions:
Reducio@Matilde O’Fionnagan English: #00b899
Spanish: #009919
French: #e69f3d
Thoughts: Italics
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Their vacation to France was supposed to be fun, but somehow ended up horribly. So even though she was on vacation, that night was a hard one for Lucy. Her brother was making a huge fuss about taking his potion, complaining about how horrible it tasted. For her, it was just a huge inconvenience. But he did manage to take it eventually. The full moon was going to come soon, and Lucy wanted to be prepared. So she spent the remaining sun time reading about werewolves, and keeping your mind. Sure, she knew taking her potion would make her mind stay with her, but it would most likely still hurt.
Her mother knocked on her door at around seven pm. The night was about to fall, and Lucy needed to get out of the house. Just in case. So she grabbed her coat and started to run towards the nearby beach. She was completely alone when the full moon came out. Or so she thought.
The pain that clouded her head was the first sign that something was wrong. Usually it was painful, but sharp. She could tell what was happening. But now her mind was dimming and darkening. Then she remembered. She had forgotten to drink her potion.
The humanness in her brain dimmed farther, and she let out a wolfish cry of pain as her body transformed. Then she howled, ready to growl and pounce.
She prowled along the beach, howling and sniffing. She had gotten some way around when she smelled a boy. She found him soon, blocking his exit. Then she howled once more, and lept at the boy.
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Last edited by Minnie Duke on 9 Apr 2025, 18:20, edited 1 time in total.
1 Dec 2024, 07:28
Tides of Danger
Interacting with Lucy Hills
@Minnie Duke
@Minnie Duke
Speech
~French~ #000045 with an Irish accent
~English~ #30012
~French~ #000045 with an Irish accent
~English~ #30012
Roleplaying as approved Beauxbatons iNCP Phelan Emile
date: august 19, 2024, around 9:30 pm
location: the Emile family estate near Calais, France
date: august 19, 2024, around 9:30 pm
location: the Emile family estate near Calais, France
• ────── • ────── •Needless to say, it was not a wolf that stood in the young boy’s path. Phelan gasped at the sight of it- of her. A werewolf. A werewolf. Phelan could feel panic beginning to overcome him, pounding in his ears and pulsing through his body. He couldn’t think. Possible spells began to race through his mind. Rictusempra. Green sparks. Flipendo. Anything. But what good was his summer dueling victory, what good was recalling any of these spells if he didn’t have his wand? The boy cursed his own stupidity. If he survived this, he would always carry hair wand with him from now on.
The werewolf- girl howled once more, and Phelan couldn’t control the tremble that came over him. Was this really happening? The roar of the ocean in his ears and the wind whipping his hair around his face brought him back into the moment like a asteroid crashing to earth. He took a slow step back.
The mass of shadow and fur was on top of him all at once. He fell back in the sand. Someone was screaming. Was that his voice? Calling for someone, anyone. In that moment all he could feel was pain. His head, which must have just hit a rock, felt as if someone had split it open with an axe. Just like the old Greek myth his mother used to tell him when he was younger. Funny thing to be thinking of at a time like this, he mused.
Phelan’s vision was going fuzzy, the darkness closing in fast. He blinked his eyes rapidly, but the impeding night didn’t slow. He could feel his mind slipping into some unknown place… And with that, the boy lost consciousness.
WC: 286
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24 Mar 2025, 15:25
Tides of Danger
Coding by @Estelle Nyx
Date: August 19
Time: Around 9:30 pm
Location: Near Calais, France Mentions:
Reducio@Matilde O’Fionnagan English: #00b899
Spanish: #009919
French: #e69f3d
Thoughts: Italics
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Lucy growled and stalked forward, watching the boy fall. This was going to be easier than she had thought. She wasn't herself, her mind gone to the wolf part of her, trapped away until the moon passed, and barely remembering this later, like a realistic dream.
If she still had her mind, if she had drank the potion, she would not be going after him. She would try to run away, make herself not seen. Later, she would hate herself for forgetting that potion, a simple thing full of horrible consequences. But for now, she was a horrible monster, everything the humans feared, not ready to go to a real wizard school. If anyone found out, it would be bad.
Lucy was sweet and kind, and might even be friends with the boy if she wasn't a werewolf. This was not normal circumstances, and being friends with the boy was the last thing on her mind. All she wanted to do was bite him, her mind not in her control, a mess of animal thoughts and primal instincts.
Right now, Lucy wasn't herself. She growled and sniffed, and got ready to pounce. The boy was defenseless, almost unconscious. To her, there was no easier prey. She growled again, readied herself, and pounced at the boy.
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