Post by Moira Rose Collins on Jan 24, 2014 3:14:19 GMT -5
Concentrate, concentrate...Moira focused hard on the small branch in front of her. A gush of wind blew past her, and she breathed in deeply. Clear the mind, deep breaths. Once she knew that she was in control, she leaned her hand out towards the branch and opened her eyes. In a quiet yet powerful voice, she chanted an incantation, centering all the energy she had just acquired on the branch. After a moment of complete silence, the log began to levitate, until it was eye level with her. Moira smiled to herself. That had been a lot easier than last time. Her previous attempt at levitating something hadn't gone quite the way she had planned, and she'd ended up needing a replacement door for her bedroom, along with a few new lamps. Her aunt hadn't been too pleased about that.
A feral howl roared through the forest and echoed off the tree's, causing Moira to drop the branch in shock. Goosebumps trailed up her arm. What on earth was that?! She stood up quickly, brushing some dirt and dead leaves off her jeans, also making sure to do so as quietly as possible. Whatever had made that noise was obviously not human, and at this point it didn't matter if it was a werewolf or just a plain wolf, Moira was no where near as strong as she needed to be to take either one on without getting hurt or killed in the process. The one thing she could do? Go in the opposite direction. She grabbed her small backpack, cast a very small spell to help conceal her footsteps, then almost ran towards the trail leading out of the woods.
Moira had only been walking for a minute or so when she found herself slowing down. She had a strange feeling in her chest, like she had missed something. There was something about that howl...She was no expert when it came to animals, she never pretended to be, but as she replayed the howl over in her head, she couldn't help but notice how much it sounded like the animal was in pain. What if someone was hurt? What if the howl had come from somebody like Anastasia, a werewolf? Or someone else who was also different? Though her aunt always preached otherwise, not all other supernatural beings were hostile, and if there really was someone or something out there that was hurt, she couldn't just leave it there in agony.
Going against her better nature, Moira decided to follow the noise. Half her mind was yelling at her to turn around and run back to her car, before her aunt realized she was out here or worse, some supernatural being really was out here and wasn't looking for a friend. The other half was still reliving the howl over and over unintentionally, trying to relocate where the sound had come from. She steered clear of some thorny looking bushes, and into a clearing.
A young boy who looked no older than 11 sat on the forest ground, surrounded by dead leaves and clenching his fists. Moira's eyes widened slightly in surprise as she took in his small form. Who was this boy? Why was he out here alone, where were his parents? Was...was he the one who had howled a few minutes ago? Was he not human?
Moira pushed those questions aside temporarily, and walked over to the boy very slowly in order not to startle him. "Hey, are you alright kid?" She asked softly, concern coloring her voice.
A feral howl roared through the forest and echoed off the tree's, causing Moira to drop the branch in shock. Goosebumps trailed up her arm. What on earth was that?! She stood up quickly, brushing some dirt and dead leaves off her jeans, also making sure to do so as quietly as possible. Whatever had made that noise was obviously not human, and at this point it didn't matter if it was a werewolf or just a plain wolf, Moira was no where near as strong as she needed to be to take either one on without getting hurt or killed in the process. The one thing she could do? Go in the opposite direction. She grabbed her small backpack, cast a very small spell to help conceal her footsteps, then almost ran towards the trail leading out of the woods.
Moira had only been walking for a minute or so when she found herself slowing down. She had a strange feeling in her chest, like she had missed something. There was something about that howl...She was no expert when it came to animals, she never pretended to be, but as she replayed the howl over in her head, she couldn't help but notice how much it sounded like the animal was in pain. What if someone was hurt? What if the howl had come from somebody like Anastasia, a werewolf? Or someone else who was also different? Though her aunt always preached otherwise, not all other supernatural beings were hostile, and if there really was someone or something out there that was hurt, she couldn't just leave it there in agony.
Going against her better nature, Moira decided to follow the noise. Half her mind was yelling at her to turn around and run back to her car, before her aunt realized she was out here or worse, some supernatural being really was out here and wasn't looking for a friend. The other half was still reliving the howl over and over unintentionally, trying to relocate where the sound had come from. She steered clear of some thorny looking bushes, and into a clearing.
A young boy who looked no older than 11 sat on the forest ground, surrounded by dead leaves and clenching his fists. Moira's eyes widened slightly in surprise as she took in his small form. Who was this boy? Why was he out here alone, where were his parents? Was...was he the one who had howled a few minutes ago? Was he not human?
Moira pushed those questions aside temporarily, and walked over to the boy very slowly in order not to startle him. "Hey, are you alright kid?" She asked softly, concern coloring her voice.