
[Log In] or [Register]

Getting Started
Site Rules
Our History
Profiles
Canons Available
Adult Profile
Student Profile
Face Claim
Canon Registry
Need Help?
Portal

YEAR 2041
Season:
Winter
Weather:
Wet, overcast.
Sidebar images made by CAMI of Age of the Patronus
Sidebar coding by her as well.
Ain't she useful?
|
|
| Welcome to Age Of The Patronus. We hope you enjoy your visit.
You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free.
Join our community!
If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:
|
|
Represent; closed
|
|
Topic Started: Nov 15 2010, 03:20 AM (137 Views)
|
|
Viola Carrow
|
Nov 15 2010, 03:20 AM
Post #1
|
|
- Posts:
- 8
- Group:
- Inactive
- Member
- #129
- Joined:
- 3 November 2010
|
It was dark, cold, and long past curfew. Did Viola care? Not in the least. After all, it didn't count as rule-breaking if you didn't respect those who did the rule-making. That's the way she saw it, anyway, and she rarely noticed changes in the weather anymore, so it didn't really matter. She always ran cold as ice, regardless of whether it was one-hundred and fifty degrees or below freezing. As for the darkness? She welcomed it. Not in the literal, evil-seeking sense, but just as a cover. A blanket, of sorts, or the best one she could find anyway. The ones in her dorm room were uncomfortable; they made her itch, like filth was crawling along her skin. Logically, she knew that to be false, but it still irked her enough to drive her out of bed at night. Would Kitty notice her absence? Moving silently into one of the greenhouses, Viola perched cross-legged on a stool beside one of the more dangerous plants, just out of reach yet close enough to touch it if she so pleased. Her head fell to the side as she watched it snap and writhe, icy eyes taking in the jerky movements with complete apathy.
After another moment or two, she sighed, stood, and began to move around, gathering ingredients for a potion she wanted to give a go. Leonis would probably disapprove her attempting it without his guidance, but he knew she wouldn't hesitate to ask his help if it was needed. The sound of a footfall nearby made her jump, freeze, then spin around. Narrowing her eyes, she took in what she could in the dark. Semi-long hair. Tall. Muscular, but lean; and that was all she got. This was usually the part where most would inquire as to the stranger's identity, but Viola recognized the useless questions for what they were and held her silence until she saw fit to speak. Unlike her mysterious companion, Viola was illuminated by a small patch of moonlight, dark shirt and pants contrasting sharply with her white-blond hair and pale skin. No doubt he would know who she was; unless, of course, he was a mudblood. Her lips twitched into the beginnings of an automatic sneer at the thought. Yet still... she remained decidedly quiet and motionless. After all, patience was quite the virtue, and she didn't have anywhere pressing to be anytime soon.
|
 pr. [vy-O-luh] ~ Mindy is a genius! <3
|
| |
|
Malachi Stewart
|
Nov 16 2010, 03:03 PM
Post #2
|
|
- Posts:
- 65
- Group:
- Raven
- Member
- #46
- Joined:
- 27 September 2009
|
So few people bothered with the rules any more. Not that they ever had, but there were those, now, that thought they could handle what was in the dark. Perhaps a small part of them wanted to meet the dangers of the night, wanted to fight them, or, deep, deep down, wanted to die. All the bravado and talk of fighting the darkness, just proved that they were children with a deathwish. They were children, playing with forces they did not fully understood. If they understood, they would not be so foolish. Sure, there were those that cowered in their rooms the second the sun set, and there were those that huddled together in the clubs and drowned their sorrows because they didn't know how to handle the truth. They didn't know that embracing it was much less painful. Embracing it was the smart thing to do. But this world was plagued by the disease of ignorance. It was collapsing under the weight of the belief that they could make everything right. There was no right. There was no wrong. It was all just... relative. That was the truth. None of it mattered, they were just too blind to see that.
As Malachi traveled throught the woods, with the intent of meeting up with a fellow in Eternal, he caught a glimpse of light in the shadows. He found himself intreged with whomever had the balls to come out after dark. The wizard that was waiting for him in the pub could be forgotten, if necessary. In the very least, a delay wouldn't require explination. He was a Stewart. He did as he wished. He followed the figure. The flash of light had been a reflection from long pale hair. The figure headed to the greenhouses, and he grinned as he followed. Once inside, he could see more clearly that the person he'd followed was none other than Viola Carrow. Most interesting. Her cousins were well known, as was the rest of her family. He'd been hoping it was someone he could release his current bout of rage upon, but she was a Carrow, and falling on her good side could hardly hurt him. It would seem to be a logical decision, then, to speak. "Carrow," his deep voice rumbled in greeting. His eyes burned through the dark, as he stared at her, always wary for any sign of trouble.
|
Business | Pleasure
|
| |
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
|
|