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 Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 8:55 pm
Jungo had reached his home in no time speaking that he ran for most of th edistance. He could feel the ground shake as he ran which made him laugh even more than he already was. Jungo hoped no horsemen(centaurs) heard him. He did not like them because they always called him names. No one came so Jungo didn't think anyone heard him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:56 am
 The last enemy that shall be destroyed...
Rose heard, rather than felt, the ground shaking. It seems that some big creature (or maybe simply many creatures) was running inside the forest.
This is not my place, she thought. The horse has passed by her already, maybe it didn't notice her. She decided to find another spot. She slowly glided away from the cover of the trees, intent on finding a quiet spot...
And maybe someone to talk to, she thought.
... is Death.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 8:01 am
Jungo had laid on his rock bed, hoping for some time to rest to himself and fell asleep. He hoped he had a good dream like he had the other night. It was one about a land of toys, candy, and many little creatures. Jungo was the king of his own dreamland. Surprisingly, he did actually have this dream once again. He laughed in his sleep very hardly, his voice bouncing off the trees thus giving it an extreme echo.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:51 pm
Two hours later, Jungo awoken from his deep sleep disappointed that his fantastic dream ended early. He looked around trying to familiarize himself with where he was. He soon realized that he was in his 'home' so he proceeded to his favorite toys.
When he reached them, he started playing with an action figure he found on the forest edge a couple days ago. He had no idea what it was, but it was super fun to play with.
"HAHA! JUNGO MAKE HIM SUPER HERO!" He said, raising it in the air to pretend it was flying. Then he reached over to get another figure that he found. This one had been female however. Jungo picked the girl figure up and put her on top of his rock bed.
"Ahhh! JUNGO HELP," he reenacted for the woman. Then Jungo moved the male figure around giving him the impression that the figure was flying.
"JUNGO SAVE PRETTY LADY!" he said. He moved the figure to the top of his bed. He made the figures fly down together.
"Yay, Jungo saved me," he said for the woman figure. He made the two figures kiss repeatedly.
Jungo always played like an innocent child, reenacting various superhero stories that he conjured up in his head as he went. This was really all he thought about. Well, this was the ONLY THING he was smart enough to think about scrutinously. Nothing else was simple enough for him to go into detail with.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 7:55 pm
Jungo had picked an apple from a tree that he grew himself. Even though Jungo wasn't the brightest figure around even he knew how to grow something. His mom had taught him before she left him in the wilderness. Jungo missed his mother and wished she was there with him. He even vowed to himself that one day he will find his mom.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 2:27 pm
Jungo had chosen to walk more in the forest he described as "perty". The greenness actually set him into a placid state. It kind of helped hearing the harmonious sounds of animals working together to survive. He heard many crickets chirping along with the trademark frog call all combining together to make one tune. After a few minutes, the call of the bird joined the performance.
This made Jungo positively ecstatic, even enough to dance around like a playful little school kid. Even though he has done this on more than one occasion, it was different this time. It seemed as if he danced around for a purpose by trying to fill a missing beat.
"Jungo make song," he said.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 9:26 pm
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Dante leaned against one of the dark trees. His arms were tucked into the pockets of his robes. They pulled and squished and rolled the small objects within as his mind whirred with thoughts,many of which were dark. Being in the woods like this helped to fan the flames in his mind. The stillness of the Dark Forest allowed him to truly think. If he were to go to any of his other spots he would run the risk of seeing someone he knew and his thoughts would be disturbed. Perhaps he should take up making notes like Zamir. Dante laughed lightly. Figures he'd use something tied to Xenos to help him through something.
For a moment his thoughts were sidetracked. The white haired boy always took his thoughts out of the dark pits he seemed to be so fond of getting himself into. Without him, Dante wasn't sure what he would become. On some days it frightens him, on others, intrigues him. It was these thoughts that brought him back down into his pit. For the moment the pit was simply filled with ideas and half formed plans. He was content with his life for the moment and Xenos seemed to be the main reason he never took his plans any farther than just plans. It would take a massive change to push him past his limits.
A sigh left the Slytherin and his eyes looked up from the deep brown soil. They scanned the woods. Nothing moved, not even the wind seemed to be blowing. His eyes went back down, and his thoughts back into the deep parts of his mind.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 5:45 pm
 The hisses in my ear: Maybe this is a bad idea What writhes within me: Nostalgic...a little annoyed Those entwined with me: Istal, Etheris, and....Cosette? The forest was pleasantly silent when they entered. It surprised him how quickly the sounds of the castle vanished leaving him and Cosette in nothing but the natural sounds around them. The pale boy actually found it soothing his nerves to be in the place. Sunlight danced down in between the heavy canopy and for a moment he wondered why this place was so Forbidden. It seemed so peaceful but he knew this wasn't a common occurrence in this place. Still it was nice that the day he and Cosette came in was the day it was calm. Istal's head rose as his tongue shot out to sample the air. He seemed to be enjoying this as much as Charon was. Maybe this day could get better.
Tucking his hands into his pockets he turned to look at his female companion. Cosette and Dante still had barely spoken to his annoyance. There was so much she didn't know about them now...would they still be friends if she knew? The things Dante had done with his boyfriend, Xenos? What about what had happened between Soren and himself this very summer? Charon still had to fight to keep from blushing at the thought of the silver haired man. Curse him for being so delicious and so good at getting to him. Focusing his mind back on Cosette, Charon tried not to frown. She looked thinner and had lost a lot of the confidence in her step. He didn't see that tiny smile, one that was always between a smirk and a true smile, on her face anymore. What had happened?
"Well my lady, which way shall we wander in? Along the edge of the forest? Straight in? Or shall we just pick a direction and go?" Charon asked lightly watching her as they came to a stop. She hadn't spoken since they left the bridge. This was one of those moments when he wished he could read minds. Then again Cosette would probably kill him for doing such a thing...hell for probably even considering it even. Still at least he would know what happened...maybe he could offer a trade. Then again he doubted he had enough to offer in exchange or if there was anything to offer.
{we'll join you shortly Rose biggrin } We both have our secrets
some darker then others.
I can handle the demons in my head...
as long as you are there to hold me when I wake    [
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 6:42 pm
Quietly flowing
White
Dried clouds pass by
The ash-coloured me
Just watched their vanishing
Intently
A world of d a r k n e s s . . .  ✹ Cosette Aurelie Prewitt ✹
〖 Slytherin Sixth Year 〗 ♛ Cosette calmed slightly as she entered the forest. It was a lovely place, she hadn't realized. Quiet, peaceful... A soft sigh escaped her, and she even relaxed slightly. She looked around at the greenery, slightly curious. After a moment, though, she sensed a gaze on her, and looked up to meet Charon's grey gaze for a moment. She looked away quickly, though...eyes were windows to the soul, after all, and she had far too many secrets.♛ At her companion's question, Cosette looked around once more, then shrugged. "Let's wander, I suppose...unless you have a place in mind?" She began walking, placing her feet carefully, daintily, not wanting to step in anything or trip. Idly, she wondered why Charon wanted to disappear. But if he respected her privacy, she would respect his and not ask.((Sorry, I couldn't think of much to say...)) Encircling my heart... calm.
I sit watching you... Charon.
And I can't help but think... it's rather pretty in here. A world of s i l e n c e . . .
Onto the castle of sand that I built
From gathering the stars
My tiny prayer
Falls
Waves that lay in waiting
Sweep you off your feet
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 10:43 pm
 - ┇ - ┇ - ┇ - ┇ - Seek strength, but do not avoid the struggle - ┇ - ┇ - ┇ - ┇ - Bailey bounded from branch to branch, tree to tree, taking in every breath as if it would be the last time she inhaled these winds. The bark beneath her paws now felt so natural to her, her sharp claws easily digging into anything they connected with, making her fearless as she paraded through the forest, back up to the castle. She had just spent the last few hours crying over the end of the school year with her mother, and rather than taking the long way back from Gladrags, she chose instead to get one last view of the forest from the Hogwarts side. She wasn't even sure when she would ever transform again after graduation. After all, it wasn't as if clouded leopards were seen walking the streets of Hogsmeade every day.
As she neared the castle grounds, her pace slowed substantially, for she dreaded what must come next. Faintly, she could hear the sounds of chatter coming from the giant, open doors, despite still being hidden beneath the cover of the trees. She dropped to the ground gracefully, the pads of her feet avoiding contact between anything but the cold soil. She forced herself to slink forward, thinking about the End of the Year Feast that was to come. Just like with everything else, it would be her last. However, there was nothing left after this. Graduation was upon her, and she would simply have to come to terms with that...tonight.
She inched towards the edge of the brush, peering up at the lighted structure of arched windows and gothic towers. It truly was a beautiful scene, with all of its magic and mystery. When only three steps separated her with the school grounds, she took one last look over her shoulder before morphing back into her human form, an act that was now as natural as walking the rest of the way to the castle would be. - ┇ - ┇ - ┇ - ┇ - Where there is no struggle, there is no strength - ┇ - ┇ - ┇ - ┇ -
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 1:00 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 5:14 pm
Quietly flowing
White
Dried clouds pass by
The ash-coloured me
Just watched their vanishing
Intently
A world of d a r k n e s s . . . ✹ Cosette Aurelie Prewitt ✹
〖 Slytherin Sixth Year 〗 ♛ Cosette nodded agreeably, and began to walk. As the continued through the peaceful forest, neither speaking, she found herself relaxing further, much to her surprise. It was actually quite enjoyable, walking like this. And Charon was good company. He could be loud, she remembered, but he also, apparently, knew when it was best to stay quiet. Or perhaps he had changed as well, and was quieter in general that she remembered from second year.♛ When he said her name, she stopped and looked up at him. His question startled her. She was silent for a moment, blinking up at him, then let out a quiet, dry laugh. "I certainly hope that one can. Or my family is doomed already." She sighed, then continued more seriously, "Surely one must be able to. I do hope so...I think perhaps it depends on who is judging. In the eyes of a Gryffindor, after all, we're all the worst of the worst, but not everyone sees it that way. The Dark Lord himself was a half-blood, and yet no one questioned his desire to destroy all others of that sort. And Mother is friends with a pureblood noble, the child of death eaters, who married an auror. It's probably much easier to escape a good family, though, unfortunately." She smoothed her doll's hair before glancing up at him again. "Why do you ask?"((It's perfectly fine.)) Encircling my heart... calm, curious.
I sit watching you... Charon.
And I can't help but think... what on earth is this about? A world of s i l e n c e . . .
Onto the castle of sand that I built
From gathering the stars
My tiny prayer
Falls
Waves that lay in waiting
Sweep you off your feet
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 6:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 7:28 pm
Calais Reed Quietly flowing
White
Dried clouds pass by
The ash-coloured me
Just watched their vanishing
Intently
A world of d a r k n e s s . . . ✹ Cosette Aurelie Prewitt ✹
〖 Slytherin Sixth Year 〗 ♛ Cosette remained quiet as Charon spoke. Her eyes widened, though, at his words. At his wondering of why it was easier to speak with her, she laughed once more, that dry note still there, joined by something vaguely bordering hysteria. "We're all mad here," she murmured to herself, "the entire school is just a mad house, isn't it? A place for people to send their poor, mad children to keep them conveniently out of the way!" Her laughter grew louder, until she simply sat where she stood, her knees giving out on her. "So that's why they sent me back here! I wondered. A hospital must be too open, anyone can see, so send us here, to Hogwarts, where such things as reporters aren't allowed." She continued giggling that choked way, eyes wide, until she ran out of breath. At last, she said softly, "I wanted to stay with Io, you know? I wanted to stay by her side, I hated leaving. It's my fault, after all, that she's like that. That she's sleeping. I tried talking to her, but she never responded. I heard Mother saying I was going mad, once, when they thought I was asleep...and perhaps I am, and was. Perhaps that's why they tore me away from her, kicking and screaming, despite the risk it caused everyone. I'm mad, you're mad, everyone here is mad..." She quieted once more, stroking her doll's head, and recovered herself slightly. "Forgive me. I don't wish to belittle your problem. It's just...the coincidence is funny. Ah..." She sighed, and wiped a tear from her eye. "In the scheme of things, though, I wouldn't worry about it. Setting fire on this place sounds wonderful. Burning the people sounds even better, I know several who could use a good startling. Gryffindors in particular--meaning no offense to your sister. But some of them... Though my saying so probably isn't helpful, given the situation."
♛ Cosette smoothed her skirt around her, and tugged down on her right sleeve again--a nervous habit she'd developed. "You have a right to worry about such things. If there's a history of madness, it's right to worry about it, I suppose. But you...well, you may be mad, but if you are, at least you're in good company. Or bad company, depending on your point of view." She smiled fleetingly. "It was rude of me to laugh, though. I'm sorry. I really shouldn't be laughing while Io's still as she is." She sighed mournfully, returning to how she'd been, at least somewhat. "I'm not particularly helpful, I'm afraid. But look at it this way: you could have created real fire, just now, and burnt down the forest. Many might not have even minded, what with its terrible reputation. You summoned harmless ones, though. And if you're aware of the possible madness, and fighting it, isn't that better than giving up?" Like I have, she added silently. After another pause, she murmured, "Thank you for inviting me to walk with you here. It...it has helped, I think."
Encircling my heart... amused, for the first time in a while.
I sit watching you... Charon.
And I can't help but think... a pity I can't return the favor.
A world of s i l e n c e . . .
Onto the castle of sand that I built
From gathering the stars
My tiny prayer
Falls
Waves that lay in waiting
Sweep you off your feet
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 8:10 pm
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