Whose gonna stop us? ~Masen/open~

[valyndiar]

Sneaking out into the dark of the forbidden forest was well, forbidden clearly but it was not without purpose! He wanted a meeting place away from the prying eyes of the school and while the forest was not silent with its dangers of centaurs that could be upset, the unicorns...the possibility of werewolves. Reading through old books he had came across a note that Fluffy had been released into the forest. Fluffy the three headed dog that had guarded the trap door that hid the philosophers stone.

Valyndiar flicked his gaze about, his wand at the ready. Raising it with barely a flick of his wrist, silently he thought "Lumos" and there at the end of his wand was a small beam if light at the end of his wand. His grandfather had been an accomplished wizard and death eater. Well known for his ability to cast spells without speaking and having created his own curse.

Lighting the way to see the path before him. The small beam of light of light cast shadows on the winding path that could twist or turn at any time. Sometimes a tree root would rise up and trip students who should not be in the forest or the limbs of trees would snag and scrape at the clothing of the student. The forests tree limbs swayed with an invisible breeze. Unseen eyes watched the dark haired one, dressed in solid black Druids robes. His school robes, in the trunk at the foot of his bed.

He was not the only Dolohov descendant at the school, his cousin Masen who was born the same year as him; was also a member of slytherin attended the school.

[fiona]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: val + masen WORDS: 323 Wind whipped at her face, as long limber legs hopped and skipped over trunks and limbs. In between trees she went, cutting through the Forbidden Forest swiftly. Fiona Riddle knew these woods like the back of her skeletal hand. For the past several years, she snuck out at night thanks to a combination of eloquent words and phrases. There was nothing like writing in your journal in the middle of the night, out in in a forest you knew you weren’t supposed to be in but didn’t really give a fuck, listening to the howls of the wolves and the clobbering feet of the majestically centaurs. Nothing relaxed her more than death breathing down the back of her neck. Boot clad feet continued to run and hop, her messenger bag slapping against her thighs as she continued to move to her favorite spot. Even though she pretended to hate muggles for the ignorance, she loved it about them. They were so concerned with other things that were altogether pointless. There was a small clearing up a head, and a please look washed over her otherwise scowling features. Her jog slowed and she planted herself down on the ground, getting herself situated. Out came her quill and her book from the bag, and she grabbed the handle of her wand that poked out from her boot. Always have your wand at the ready, especially in the Forbidden Forest. It’s forbidden for a reason, remember? And soon the reason became apparent. In the distance she saw a light, small and still quite a distance away, but who else was out here? Fiona tucked her bare knees to her chest and sat quietly, listening hard for every little snap of a twig. Whoever it was, they were still too far away for her to crawl into their mind. That was the only downside to her legilemency skills.. She still was not too great at it yet. NOTES: wearing this

this lovely template was made by Arro from Caution 2.0.

[valyndiar]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i55.tinypic.com/xc9i00.png);]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e url(http://i55.tinypic.com/xc9i00.png); color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]Until we have seen someone's darkness[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;]we don't really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone's darkness, we don't really know what love is[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 17px; color: 04455d; font-family: Tahoma; background: #90a5ac; margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #1a5f79;] The howls of a wolf pack echoed through the air ”AAAAAAARRRRWWWOOOOO He’d smile as the sound of the wolves reminded him of the mother land, of the frozen tundra. On winter nights opening his window as wolves would pace through the town; large beasts, ferocious and deadly. He had suspected that there where werewolf packs within the forest though none would agree or deny it. He suspected deeply, for a brief moment he wondered about killing one. His thoughts lately turned dark as he walked. Slipping out of the castle was not too hard; everyone had his or her methods. His was using an invisibility charm. His lips drew into a frown as the moon’s light peeked through the forest treetops. Masen was late, a mental note to himself to ask what had kept him tardy. Why were they out in the forest one might wonder, it was simple really. He wanted to know where his cousins true allegnce lay. If it was with the family and the dark lord, if he was neutral and would stay out of the way neither helping nor hindering. Or if he was a blood traitor in which case, Valyndiar wasn’t sure he’d be able to forgive his cousin. He knew the wand he carried would not be able to forgive. They’re where dark rumors where swirling about, that the dark lord was said to have risen again. That a war was brewing, this one to change the rules of engagement. Kazimir paused in his walking; to roll up his sleeves a moment. There’d be a bare glimpse of something black on his left arm. Only the base of it revealed. It was only September and it was hot. He could not wait for the long cold days of winter’s embrace. Kazimir was walking quite closer to where Fiona had perched in the tree’s branches with her journal. The light from the wand would illuminate his features, casting long shadows on his tall broad frame. [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― Valyndiar Mikhail Kazimir[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : Masen & Fiona[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]WORD COUNT : 333[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : Secrets in the dark[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: 255; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i55.tinypic.com/xc9i00.png);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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[fiona]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: val + masen WORDS: 366 Her back slunk against the hard trunk of the tree she was leaning against. She tried her best to melt into the bark, to disappear into the background of the forest. This wasn’t because she didn’t want to be seen out here. Personally she didn’t care if any staff knew she was out her. She was a good student, had never been in trouble with anyone for any reason. Chances were she would’ve been let off with a warning, but that was only if the mystery being were staff. Even in the muggle world, at the orphanage, she had never been reprimanded. She knew how to keep quiet about everything, and did. Fiona was a mystery to everyone. She blended in with the crowd yet stood out among her peers. Whoever the figure was, it became more clear yet it was still blurry. By now she was able to tell that he was in fact a he due to his lanky frame. Still she had a few remaining questions, such as who was he? Why was he out here in the middle of the night? Was he a student, or someone else. It wasn’t like her to be so curious about things. Normally she just ignored her peers, well because she hated everyone. Even if you thought she was your friend, think again. Friends only weighed you down. Growing up basically alone enforced this in her, especially as a child. It seemed every time she made friends, they were adopted out and there she was, left alone. If no one cared about her, why should she have an ounce of emotion for anyone else? Emotions were clumsy and pointless. He grew closer, but was still too far away for her to clearly identify him. Left with only one option, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, clearing her mind. Straightening her posture, she sat in an almost meditative-like position, and channeled his being so to speak. Only one word popped into her head, and a matching face. She knew that face, and the name seemed to match up with it. Fiona wasn’t entirely sure where she knew him from, but she surely recognized him. NOTES: wearing this

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[valyndiar]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i55.tinypic.com/xc9i00.png);]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e url(http://i55.tinypic.com/xc9i00.png); color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]Until we have seen someone's darkness[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;]we don't really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone's darkness, we don't really know what love is[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 17px; color: 04455d; font-family: Tahoma; background: #90a5ac; margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #1a5f79;] The wind whipped his face as it blew hard, the light from his wand held aloft never dimmed. The sound of his boots clicked against the ground. His jeans rustled a moment as he closed his eyes. Feeling the night around him. The shadows sang a song of bleakness, whispering words of hopelessness. Trying to weave a smothering blanket, it moves and worked in secret; like a poison in the vein. He growled, he would stalk and slay these shadows one by one as they tried to twist his thoughts while Fiona sat reaching out in her concentration to find information. The tugging sensation he could feel as tendrils of magic sought him. He closed his eyes as his mind thought of the earth’s sweet soil beneath him and the vaulting sky above. Replaying over his mind the face without he gave to the world. He has no heart, his hide iron cold. Where another has a heart, he has a marble stone. And no one called this boy his or her love and none called him friend. None can judge him by his face, or what he may intend He was a puzzle in every possible sense of the word. He’d do one thing, and then he’d do another, none of it made sense why he did it. In the grand picture of it all it made sense but in the smaller pictures it was no sense in the least. The law of the liar is there is no truth it is shades of meaning and greed. Was it such a lie what he did, using occulemency, perhaps. The law of the bigot is kill, that’s what his pureblood family was, wasn’t it. He relaxes once the sensation slipped away but his guard remained up Kazimir would take several more steps on the path, as he listed to the shadows, This way….this way…no…this way…don’t go that way they whispered caressing his mind, the comfort of them wrapping around him. ”This was dark one…the meeting…the meeting they whispered in the dark as will’owisps came creeping from the darkness. The dark green wisps visible to the naked eye., appearing as if they had always been there, lighting his path directly to Fiona’s location. What darkness the forest held. They wanted this meeting, summoning it in the shadows. ’Come dark lord” they whispered to his ear. He was a dark lord of magic but he wasn’t the leader of the dark ones. Valyndiar had not such ambitions. Shadows danced pain and the light of his wand almost made them looks despairing a moment. The child of Dolohov’s blood, who shares his gift and wand. Who eyes where the very same, whose skillful hands he taught so well. It was the cruelest he had to teach to Valyndiar, it was what you must do to those to whom you could not convert. The memory coming to him ”How ever great your gift, in converting them to our cause. There will be time you will fail; there will be those you cannot to help see the truth. Worst of all and harder still is when it’s a friend. Friends are not a luxury we can have Valyndiar. Take this pain upon you here and challenge life unknown” [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― Valyndiar Mikhail Kazimir[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : Fiona&Masen[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]WORD COUNT : 554[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : [/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: 255; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i55.tinypic.com/xc9i00.png);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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