Untamed (open)

[valyndiar]

Valyndiar sought seclusion of the busy hussle and bussle of Slytherin’s common room. The tall, dark haired Russian found that the boy’s bathroom on the sixth floor hallway was a great place. It was so homey! He loved how the hallway was damp and cold, it reminded him of Dramstraung. He’s been here at Hogwarts, now for 3 years and he still did not feel at home. The amber-eyed boy missed the far north and her cold clutches. He missed heavy fur and Sambo. Diar was beginning to think that the west as he called it would never be home.

He longed for the rugged landcape of the Russe. The vast mountains of Sikhote-Alin that ran down into Northern China. The dense trees filled with Reindeer and the Ussuri Brown Bear. That coexist with tropical species of the Amur leopard, Siberian tiger, and the Asiatic Black Bear...He longed for a challenge and untamed wilderness.

Diar would be sitting on the floor, just outside the bathroom door, reading. The book he was reading contained supplemental material on dragons. The dragon he was most interested in was the Ukrainian Ironbelly, rumored to be the largest breed of dragon in the world. With up to six tons, that where long. Its hide was metallic grey and eyes a deep red. It was known to be native to the Ukraine and quite possibly the Transcarpathian region that bordered Romania and Hungry.

_{“The Transcarpathian Region of the southwestern Ukraine seems a likely candidate for the primary habitat of the Ironbelly for various reasons. It borders Hungary and Romania, both of which support dragon species of their own, so the region where the three countries touch is worthy of consideration as a dragon habitat for that reason alone. Since the Black Sea borders the Ukraine to the south, and (FB) particularly mentions that Ironbellies have been known to hunt in that area, this region is again indicated.
The Northern Carpathian Mountains running through the Transcarpathian Region of the Ukraine continue into the Southern Carpathians, also known as the Transylvanian Alps. In addition to being a mountainous area, and thus a common sort of dragon habitat, the Carpathians are sparsely inhabited by Muggles (Columbia), which would help explain how the wizarding world has managed to hush up the existence of the Ironbelly, given that much of the rest of the Ukraine is very thoroughly in use by Muggles as farmland.”}


He’d close his eyes a moment and he was not here in this castle. No he was soaring through the sky on the wings of a dragon. The soft words of Karkaroff coming to his ears “None can forget the sight, which have seen a dragon fly.” His tongue drew along his bottom lip. Moistening the pink skin as he daydreamed, before those eyes opening thinking he heard something. Peering down the long hall’s corridor. He drew a silent breath and held it. He hadn’t thought anyone would be coming this way for a while…

[skybelle]

SKY LESTRANGE

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=200000] &&.Occasionally, a person can be struck with the desire to just get up and move. Find something to do. Perhaps even be productive for a few moments. These urges can be few and far between, but everyone gets one eventually. Sky, perhaps rather unfortunately, had these feelings rather often. While it left her with finished homework, a spotless dormitory, beautiful flying patterns, and an extensive knowledge of the application of curses, she still found herself extremely restless with absolutely nothing to do. Finally, after sitting in the common room twiddling her thumbs for half an hour, she had decided to take a walk. She followed her usual route, a path through every hidden passageway she knew of within the castle, and was amazed yet again by the fact that her feet hadn’t worn holes through the floor where she had walked so many times. Then again, it was Hogwarts. The floors were probably charmed against such decorating grievances. &&.Regardless, she eventually came to the sixth floor, on which there was little except a few empty classrooms and a boys’ bathroom. Why there wasn’t a girls’ bathroom nearby was beyond Sky’s knowledge of the castle and her history. Besides, there were way too many oddities about the school. It would be a headache worthy of the gods to figure out every secret Hogwarts had to offer. Still, here she was, staring down an empty corridor. Or well, mostly empty. Out of the way, where he could probably be completely missed by a random passerby, sat one of Sky’s fellow seventh years. She’d recognize that dark hair and dangerous demeanor anywhere. So of course, she approached. &&."Out of curiosity, do you ever tire of hiding away in the dankest, darkest corners of the castle?” the girl asked, leaning against the wall a few feet from him. The question came as a true question, the inflection actually signifying an inquisitive nature without any flares to indicate sarcasm or accusation. She was truly, as she said, curious. A man with that kind of appearance should be where he could be seen, should be generous enough to allow the girls of the castle to get their daily dose of eye candy. On a scale of 1 - 10, Sky’d be the first to say the ex-Durmstrang student was a certified 20. Easily one of the most attractive men at Hogwarts, including professors, and there were a couple of very good looking professors. &&.Of course, the Lestrange girl wasn’t as shallow as that train of thought might lead the average bystander to believe, but the thought was there nevertheless. Of course it crossed her mind that he may be deliberately avoiding human contact for a private reason. He could even be so far out of the way so that he could simply read his book in something akin to peace. Few walked these halls, so even Peeves was a rare sight. He preferred the more populated areas so as to wreak more havoc. Even with all of this, Sky was stuck on how handsome the young man was. She couldn’t help wondering how he looked under the robes. Her imagination could only go so far, though she’d be willing to bet he was a mortal Adonis. Pick your panties back up. You’re getting the floor wet, she mentally chided herself. It wouldn’t do to let him know she was interested. She wasn’t, after all. Kazimir was the stereotypical Slytherin, just like Daemon, and Sky detested her eldest brother. here's to us

[valyndiar]

The sound of Sky's footsteps gave her away before he ever saw or heard her. Things echoed well in a wide empty castle corridor. He mused on whether or not he should answer her, lips slowly part and he looked up at her. Staring at her with lush parted pink lips, sooty black lashes thickly framed his kauri hued eyes. "Should I? he asked. His tone amused as he stared at the Lestrange daughter. His lips purse in an amused manner and he closes the book with a click.

"Gonna keep standing there and make me get a crick in me neck, or should I get you a chair? not that he was sitting in a chair. No he was sitting on the floor, back and head reasting against the stone wall, legs stretched out before him. He let people think he was the stereotypical slytherin but he was so much more. Valyndiar would place the book into his black messenger bag. "May I ask why you are here Lestrange, or are you here to seduce me, like you seduce all men you lay those pretty eyes of yours on?" A smirk finally tugged his lips "Is it my turn to be your prey?"

Those iris' of brown would hold blue captured and he would bend one knee, drawing it towards his chest. Propping his wand hand up on it. Wait...he had said she had pretty eyes, oh did that mean he had noticed them enough or cared enough about the color of them. Letting that hang in the air with pregnant silence.

[skybelle]

SKY LESTRANGE

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=200000] &&. The girl raised a single brow at his initial response. Of course he answered her question with a question. With half a grin, she slightly inclined her head: the universal sign for “not bad”. It was merely an acknowledgement of the fact that he was willing and able to play a verbal game with her, a message they could both easily understand. “Perhaps you should. It certainly doesn’t help the whole make-yourself-at-home idea.” Perhaps it was simply a stroke of luck that she managed to find exactly why he was up here, but it was doubtful she’d ever find out about it. The comment was only directed toward the speech given to all first years before entering the Great Hall; she figured someone had said something of the sort at least once to the newcomer since his arrival. &&.Sky searched his face at the end of his comment about getting her a chair, looking for any sort of hidden motive. The line could mean too many different things for her liking. It could be a veiled invitation to sit and have an actual conversation, perhaps even a plea for company. Then again, it could also just be a self-created opportunity for the young man to show off his ability to conjure, something Sky had a difficult time with. Before she had time to think of an acceptable reply, he was speaking again. Well, he may be a man of few words, but at least he isn’t a man of none. The youngest Lestrange didn’t have a problem with people who spoke rarely, but she couldn’t stand anyone who couldn’t hold a conversation. &&.As his words sank in, she found herself wanting to search his expression for malicious intent once again. Pretty eyes? she thought, wondering if he was just intending to be an ass. Probably. She rolled those pretty orbs of which he was speaking. “I highly doubt you’d even be able to tell me what color they are,” she replied, knowing her face was shadowed and he’d be unable to discern an actual color at that moment. Instead of answering the previous question, she merely slid down the wall until she was sitting next to him, close enough to be considered flirty, but far enough away so as to not touch accidentally. She would soon learn that to be a mistake. Their height difference was so great that she now had to look up too make eye contact. He had gained some sort of advantage, though she wasn’t exactly sure why that was important. &&.“You as my quarry?” she said as she made herself comfortable. “Hardly. I have standards.” And tall, dark, and breathtakingly handsome fits the bill, she included mentally. He didn’t need to know that little tidbit of information, however. It suddenly occurred to her that she had failed to include why she was on the sixth floor. Oh well. It really wasn’t any of his business anyway. Besides, she hadn’t asked him why he was here, nor had he answered. She owed the Kazimir boy nothing. here's to us

[valyndiar]

The red haired woman inclined her head, and those eyes stared at her as if he was tying to pierce her soul with his heavy gaze. "The west will never be my home" his deep tones almost growling, throaty and harsh. He said nothing when she finally decided to take a seat, he was beginning to think he was about to say "Just sit or go leave me be." but as it happened Sky would sit down near him. Not overly close but the long armed man could have easily turned and snatched her into his lap. He did not doubt that for a moment he considered it. Appraising her as if she was some prized broodmare in a stable. Thinking to himself what his grandfather once said about women. "Curb them, mould them to your desire. But don't break their spirit...they are not worth giving you sons if they don't have my fight left in them.....break them only after you have taken what you need"

Valyndiar thought more about the future and long term goals then those in school. The games of school children where just small pawns on the chessboard. A toss of his head to push those shaggy black strands from his eyes. "Blue, your eyes are blue Nyee-buhrn" Calling her Sky in his native tongue. A chuckle when she said he was not in her radar."How unfortunate for me, hmm? his tone clearly indicative that he was now mocking her without even having to be cruel about it. Valyndiar then leans closer to her, close enough that he could touch her. His voice would become like silk against stone.

"Men may flirt and have relations with girls like you...but they don't marry them. Who wants and apple when someone else has already and a bite"

[skybelle]

SKY LESTRANGE

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=200000] &&.If the girl had experienced any other childhood, perhaps she would have responded differently. Maybe her head would have snapped up, a piercing gaze leveled on the man speaking. Maybe she would have even questioned such a close-minded statement. The gods knew she had a tendency to do just that. Whenever a person seemed to be too biased to understand another's point, she was the first to argue against said person's assertion. This, however, Sky understood. Or at least, she mostly understood. His home would always be in the east where he was raised. &&.A pang of jealousy flashed through the redhead. At least he had a home. At least he had family that, she figured, loved him. When her mother was around during Sky's childhood, the woman was quick to use curses to get her points across, and the only thing Sky'd ever taken from her father was an ingrained superiority complex that she desperately tried to ignore every day. For the last four summers, she had gone home to an empty mansion. Her parents had been who-knew-where, her eldest brother off gathering followers, her second brother--close as he was--busy at the Ministry. She knew what it felt like to not feel at home, so the bite in his tone did not even bother her. &&.She was jarred out of these thoughts when he correctly spoke the color of her eyes. While they weren't always blue, they were blue most of the time. Several years ago she had been attempting an eye-color changing charm, but she was emotionally distraught at the time, and her wand had always been rather temperamental. The spell hadn't exactly backfired, but it hadn't worked properly either. Now it seemed her eyes changed color based on her mood between grey, blue, green, and gold. She wasn't sure if she should be flattered by his knowledge of her physical appearance or if she should just call it a lucky guess and move on. Between the speed of which he answered and the tone that cautioned her against arguing both forced her to conclude that he actually did know what he was talking about. A small smile pulled at the edges of her lips. As the girl was known for doing, her mood quickly turned sour as he continued to speak. Lightly mocking her flirtatious tendencies had never bothered her, but no one--no one--had ever told her she'd be unable to land a husband because she was a slut. For one thing, she wasn't any such thing. For another, Sky didn't know anyone could be that stupid. Her eyes, now the color of storm clouds, flashed with anger. Her gaze leveled on his, daring him to continue. “Who, in his right mind," she spit out, forcing the volume to remain low enough that only he could hear. "Would want to marry the daughter of Alecto Carrows and Rabastan Lestrange?" Though worded as a question, the inflection was anything but. "No matter how pure and noble my blood may be, no one would trust it. Both of my parents are, to this day, loyal to the Dark Lord. My eldest brother hopes to replace him! Anyone wanting children from me would have to be along the same lines, and I do not share the belief that muggles are meant to be slaves." She had already said far more than she intended, but there was no stopping now. "So you tell me, Valyndiar Kazimir, grandson of Antonin Dolohov, what is wrong with this particular apple already having a bite or two taken out of it? There isn't a family in my future, why the hell should I care?" here's to us

[valyndiar]

Those impressive hues studied the red head. The hint of jealousy he saw int he way she held herself. When she was jarred from her self absorbed thoughts of her own pain he smiled. As her blues darkend to a storm cloud grey and she begins to tongue lashing. Who in his right mind, made his smile broaden even more, the venom in her voice he savored. His non wand hand extends towards her blouse, to try and tug her directly against him. So her chest would be against his, if she was pressed against him she'd feel the heat of his body and he'd stare down into her eyes with his smoldering gaze. "I would" he says, bare millimeters from her lips a moment. "Your brother? a chuckle from his mouth as his grip on her did not loosen but it actually tightened. ""You say you do not share that same belief and yet...here you are trying to convince me otherwise

A tilt of his head and his grip would slowly loosen on her. "Because...you could have been a consort to one of them" them meaning death eater. Valyndiar would do something he had not done before here at school. He rolled his sleeve up on his left arm. There not on his forearm but higher up on his muscular bicep was the dark mark. He was as her family, who was sane enough to want a Lestrange daughter? One who was already amongst them.

[skybelle]

SKY LESTRANGE

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=200000] &&.The girl was more than capable of continuing her tirade until she completely ran out of breath. There ware more than plenty verbal barbs steadily coming into her mind, just begging to be thrown at the offending male. She was still quietly yelling at him as he reached forward and got a grip on the front of her robes. For a moment, she struggled against it, but there was far more strength in his arm and shoulder than she was willing to put forth the effort to beat. It was hard enough keeping a general hold on her temper without trying to have an all out fist fight at the same time. She wouldn't be able to control herself if something like that were to happen. And so it was that she was pulled against him. There was no way Sky could get the leverage to push away, especially with his grip. Finally, she stopped for a breath. In that instant, he said two words that knocked the fresh wind from her lungs. His gaze caught her glare, erasing whatever words had just come to her tongue. One look and he had her silenced. His domineering nature had a pronounced effect. It irritated the hell out of her, but she couldn't break eye contact. Even her glare was softening. His grip, which she already believed to be entirely too tight, strengthened, causing a rush of adrenaline to flood her system. For a girl who had always enjoyed living on the edge, the natural high was like an addiction. Even with the heat of his body so close, a slight shiver raced down her spine. "Everyone..." she began, her voice cracking slightly. She cleared her throat. The russian did not need to know his bluntness combined with such an unyielding and arrogant way of handling her was affecting the girl to such a degree. No boy had ever been brave enough to make even something similar to this kind of move. It was as if he thrived on her temper. That knowledge gave her the push she needed to break the spell of his gaze. Her glare returned, her voice regained it's hostility. "Everyone thinks I'm just like my family. I am not. I could not be partner to someone with cruelty in his heart. I will not torture an innocent person for fun, nor will I lay in bed with a man that will." His right hand moved to his left arm, slowly moving the sleeve far up above the crease of his elbow. The Mark was smaller than that of her parents and in the wrong place. There was no possible way it was placed there by the Dark Lord, as he was killed before she and Kazimir had even been born. Gently, she traced it with her fingertips. "Morsmordre..." she whispered, reverence and hatred in her voice. "The methods of the Death Eaters were inexcusable. The world my parents' master wanted could have been beautiful if it had not been tainted by hatred and twisted by greed. What is your purpose for having the brand of a dead wizard?" here's to us

[valyndiar]

When Sky was able to finally break his gaze he smirked at her. She revealed she was different then her family. Laying cards on the table before a predator without realizing thats what he was on the inside. He was what he had been taught to be his entire life. A wizard's child first word should not be Curcio and yet his first word had been. "I know" he said plainly as his sleeve was rolled up. "I know all about you Skybelle Lestrange...the empty mansion in the summer, the mother whose abuse left scars no one can see" his voice husky. How did the Russian know those things, unless he had learned them from some near her or paid for a divination on her. Either way, he knew something so intimate and personal about her.

"Morsmordre..." he repeats as her fingers gently touched the mark. He was not sure Sky would believe him if he told her. The vision for the new world."That world can happen Sky...we are not them. We are wise and have learned hate will not accomplish our vision...Imagine it Sky an entire continent of nothing but pure bloods...nothing but our own kind and families like us. Imagine not having to people judge you for being a death-eaters daughter... a hand came to tuck a strand of red behind her ear with her so close. His fingers where not as soft as one might imagine. The tips where calloused and rough as if he did his own dirty work.

When she asked what was the purpose of him having a dead wizards brand. "To make such a vision come true, to make that beautiful dream the dark one and our parents wanted a reality...He has risen Sky..and his name...is one you know well..."