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The Creepers and the Crawlers. ~RP~

Started by _Lavender_, March 19, 2005, 10:25:43 AM

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_Lavender_

*She storms through the corridor on the topmost floor of one of the towers, an angry wrath screaming about her. When she walked by, fires froze to become heaps of ice, and those she passed either scurried away in fear, or didn't move, frozen in their places. Her eyes burned of those flames forming inside her, and she knew, with what was left of her sensible self, she had to get out. Escape. GET OUT!
She turned violently, suddenly, knocking a dozen or so students near her to the ground, without coming into contact with any of them at all. She looked for a window, but found none. Her eyes flickered from one end of the corridor to the other, and when she saw no immediate way, her hands began to shake, her skin whiter than that of the white snow on a bright sunrise. She looked to others that she might be sick at any moment, and they were right, of course, she was near the point when her mind and shields could collapse around her, because her fury was isolating her sense of reinforcing them. Her mind spun with disturbing thoughts, images and memories; circling, taunting.
Abruptly, she tilted her finely honed head back and screamed, her form changing -no, trying to change in the process- and just as suddenly, the sound caught in her throat, and she stood there, locked as the ice in the fire pits and candles, and her green-black, tinting red eyes. The eyes that stared at the ceiling above with a blank knowing.  Her arms hung limp at her sides, and her feet remained formed on tiptoes. She stood there, frozen in place, and still as the stone around her, un-breathing, it seemed. 
Suddenly, then, with a startling crack and a hiss that shook the others' souls to their core, her form was in that of the large black, red streaked, fire rimmed bird she was becoming so often as of late.
She parted her sharply honed beak threateningly, then spread her wings, and leapt off the ground, turning to the stone wall, and flying into it with a sickening crunch, and, yet, shattering a large circular hole, which she flew out of, out, over, and into the forest, leaving her spectators in a disturbed awe.,

After a moment of peace set in, a first year dropped his books, walking over to the spot where she had once stood, leaning over, and picking up a strip of parchment that had fallen from her pocket [a letter], straightening, and then reading it, his young eyes wide and in-taking......*
A new age. | A New definition. | A new life.
Hi. My name is •Lavender•

~Harry Potter~

(turns really small and hides in a dark corner)

*is sitting in the library when he feel a huge peak of emotion comming from one person.  He gets up and goes to see where it came from*
They say trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if its broke
But you can still see the crack in your reflection

_Lavender_

(Lol, Harry :P )

*..When Harry enters the tower, his curious eyes take in a scene which he found quite peculiar. A large hole in the wall, directly to his left, gently cooing of the deadly drop just behind it.  Ice sat in place of any fire in the room, and it layered the floor like a blanket. The students in the room remained where they were, their eyes fixed upon the center of the stone walkway, where imporints of large talons remained. And the boy, still remained where he was, his hands now shaking.  She, however, was no where to be seen...*
A new age. | A New definition. | A new life.
Hi. My name is •Lavender•

~Harry Potter~

*goes over to the boy and takes a look at the paper he is holding.* (little help here lav)
They say trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if its broke
But you can still see the crack in your reflection

_Lavender_

*..The note is not in English. Or, in any other mortal or human language that would have been expected. That remained the reason why the boy didn't remove his eyes from the confusing note for a mew moments after Harry leaned over his shoulder. When he did realize there was a strange person next to him, he jumped.*
AH! Who are- What is this?
*He handed Harry the note, eagerly, almost*
What does it say? I don't know what it's written in!
A new age. | A New definition. | A new life.
Hi. My name is •Lavender•

~Harry Potter~

*when he touchs the letter he can't read what it says but he hears someone telling him what it says.  He looks around but he seems to be the only one to here it.  It say to him...*
They say trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if its broke
But you can still see the crack in your reflection

_Lavender_

( :) )
"A death in one,
A fatal ending, but what is done, is done.
One you know and will miss,
Without that last subtle kiss.
What it must be like, to be so unknowing,
How stressful it must be, of this mystery so un-showing.
First I liked you, but you got on my nerves.
You get what you get, and this you deserve,
But everyone must die,
The only thing that matters is really the time."


*...A confusing, though partially sensible reading whips around in his mind, and once it finishes, the parchment in the boys hand, and partially in Harrys, enflames itself, burning their hands. In a matter of seconds, all that remans is a pile of ash at their feet, and the burns on their palms..
And so the question of her dissappearence remained partially answered. Even so, her presence on the grounds faded, and then was gone all togeather....*
A new age. | A New definition. | A new life.
Hi. My name is •Lavender•

~Harry Potter~

*does a little trick on the paper* Show me in what direction the last reader before I went. *he then blows on the ashes and an arrow forms pointing to the large hole in the wall.  He gathers the rest of the ashes and sticks them in a small pouch which he sticks in an otherspace pocket.  He then goes to the hole and jumps out, levitating on the roof above.*
They say trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if its broke
But you can still see the crack in your reflection

_Lavender_

*Outside, the arrow pointed above the forest, over it, and then across to the small valley between the mountains on the left. But there the arrow faded, as it couldn't follow her after that point. It confused itself, for she had disappeared from the spot.
Even so, outside it was very evident she had gone, because not only was there a thick layer of ice covering the entire grounds, and the mountains, [save the forest, there was no ice in there, only a cool breeze flowing through] everything was deathly still. It was if all the creatures, and living things alike out there had paused in their doings, just to listen; to watch, or to wonder, what was going on. And with her disappearance, the land was beginning to grow a foreboding feeling of restless unease. Like the feeling before an unlucky battle, where the outcome was uncertain; everything was on its toes, awaiting the comings. And it was only the beginning.*
A new age. | A New definition. | A new life.
Hi. My name is •Lavender•