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Post by Narrator on Jan 11, 2008 1:03:19 GMT -5
There is a noise that is barely heard above the wind by Stevie's window. A distinct noise, above the occasional howl of wind; a howl of pain. Something outside, a fair distance away was crying out in pain. Something not human.
And not like anything anyone had ever heard.
It was like a high pitched moan, let out in short bursts, as though it tried to move and certain movements brought it severe agony.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Jan 11, 2008 16:52:52 GMT -5
Stevie didn't hear the first noise, the one barely heard. He was sleeping soundly, like everyone else in the common room. But then came the moaning.
Stevie was awaken with a start, and fell out of bed. He looked around, a few stirred but he hadn't waken anyone up.
'Thank God...' Stevie thought, 'Theyd've thought I was insane!' He quickly scrambled up on his bed and opened the window, just barely, as to get a better view. He couldn't keep it up for long, the cold might become noticeable. And, of COURSE it had to happen in winter. Just great.
He tried to get a good view of what it was...
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Post by Narrator on Jan 11, 2008 18:17:44 GMT -5
The cold and bitter winter night nipped at Stevie through his clothing. The wind chilled his body quickly as it bellowed once more, but the moan kept going from whatever it was out there. It sounded like it was coming from close to the Forbidden Forest off in the distance.
Looking around, Stevie could see nothing against the black backdrop of that woodland area. Movement caught his attention in the distance but it was out of sight none too long after.
Maybe the window in the downstairs Common Room had a better view...
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Jan 11, 2008 18:28:11 GMT -5
Stevie frowned, unable to see anything. He shut the window, contemplating just going back to sleep. No, he couldn't. Not in a million years, he wouldn't let himself.
He crept as quietly as he could downstairs and opened the window there just a crack, looking through it. He needed an identity. He needed a picture. He just wished he knew some way to get close to the creature...
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Post by Narrator on Jan 11, 2008 18:37:40 GMT -5
At first there was nothing. The blackness of the the Forbidden Forest cloaked whatever it was...but the howling was still ever present. The wind died down, leaving Stevie to watch his breathe materialize in the midnight air. Then, before the cold got to be too much for him, it moved.
It was big, maybe the size of a large predatorial cat with a long, serpentine tail. It's body was hunched and deformed as though moving caused it intense agony, with strange appendages hanging from it's shoulders. Finally, he saw it look towards the castle, with two eyes that burned a brilliant neon green, like two stars just outside the Forbidden Forest.
Despite it's slow movements, it turned towards the Forest and leapt back in, disappearing as quickly as it came. It's howl echoed through the night air.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Jan 11, 2008 18:42:28 GMT -5
Stevie blinked at what he just witnessed. What in the world was that? He hadn't read about it before... Could he possibly be the first to discover this? He would be sure to name it the Copeland or some variation of that, unless it was violent. Then, it'd probably the... Something else. He needed a bit of time to regain his composure at what he just saw, but he already had a plan set for tomorrow. He would visit someone's office. He didn't know who, but he thought Shellivia might know something, her being the Care of Magical Creatures professor.
So, he remained on the chair he sat on, contemplating if the animal saw him. Stevie hoped the thing wouldn't recognize him. Whatever it was...
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