Dante Black
Slytherin
Sixth Year//Prefect
If you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten.
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Post by Dante Black on Aug 16, 2009 15:55:58 GMT -8
Dante wasn’t sure which force he felt first. Everything happened so quickly it could’ve been either or perhaps both at once. He vaguely remembered lunging toward Inri, but that was as far as he got until events became jumbled and unclear. A crippling pain erupted all over his body, a pain he had felt two years before. He knew this feeling, though he didn’t know where it came from. Inri couldn’t have cast the spell that fast, could she? Dante tried to prepare himself for the affects of the Sectumsempra curse, though with each slash of the invisible knife a sharp cry of pain still came from his quivering mouth.
Within the same second Inri and Dante hit the ground hard. For the most part Inri’s bottom half broke Dante’s fall, her tiny build crushed under his weight. So it appeared that Dante’s improvised plan had backfired on him. The way it played out in his mind, Dante would tackle his enemy to the ground and proceed to beat all his sorrow and frustration into her face. But now he was the one spurting blood all over her. Though Dante didn’t spend much time cursing his impulsiveness; he was slightly more concerned with the rivers of blood pouring out of his skin. More slashes and wounds covered his already scarred body, making him feel as if he were on fire. Dante’s screams hushed when he no longer had the energy to cry out. It was starting to become hard enough as it was to suck air into his shuddering lungs.
Panicking, Dante took shallow breaths as he felt himself go into shock. His gray eyes darted around, trying desperately to take in his surroundings. Underneath him laid Inri, her bony legs digging into his rib cage. Beneath Inri was the stone floor of Hogwarts, slowly pooling with what he knew was his blood. Dante could feel the gashes constantly forming on his skin, and he didn’t dare move anything but his eyes. Even the slight motion of breathing seared at the wounds on his chest and back. A liquid danced down Dante’s cheek; he wasn’t sure whether it was blood or tears.
With every second that passed Inri’s body and the floor became ever distant and blurry. Voices echoed loudly in his ears but he just couldn’t make out what they were saying. Spit and blood gurgled out his mouth and dribbled down his chin. Dante tried to mumble when he felt his hand touch something warm. The warmth of Emilia’s face felt good against his now icy skin. Dante used this heat to focus on, to make sure he didn’t pass out. He didn’t want to leave the girls alone to fight because of his stupid decision. Dante teetered on the edge of darkness, resisting with all his might its sweet temptation.
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Inri Tunila
Slytherin
Fourth Year//Prefect//Death Eater
Posts: 526
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Post by Inri Tunila on Aug 16, 2009 17:46:39 GMT -8
Dante's bodyweight grew to be too much to handle. Inri was still thrown out across the floor, Dante's blood soaking through her robes. Alaya had blocked her spell, though it was only being used defensively as opposed to trying to attack him. There was no way Inri would be able to get out from under him by any method other than magic.
She could barely turn onto her side, though her legs still remained in their same position. She directed her wand to the floor below her and cautiously chose a good target. "Defodio," she muttered, and the spell carved through the stone allowing Inri to slip out from beneath Dante's body. She was on her feet immediately, first paying attention to the blood all over her, which she cleaned with a simple flick of her wand, and then healed her skull with a whisper of "Episkey."
Turning back around to look at the display, she noticed both Alaya and Emilia knelt before Dante. She could have taken advantage of it, but Emilia had already casted protection charms. She leaned herself against the wall to catch her breath, glancing off at the three. They all babied him, but of course it was a severe spell. Healing spells wouldn't do much until they stopped the curse itself, whether Alaya knew the counter-curse or not. But she was rather enjoying watching Dante bleed to death. Those injuries would be with him for a long time.
But this was only the beginning, and yet Dante was losing a load of blood. If this is what his own side of the battle did to him, then what would become of them when the rest of the death eaters joined, including the Dark Lord himself? Much worse, yes. Inri slipped back into the shadows as she could so easily pull off and split off for the great hall, running as fast as her legs could take her. She didn't question whether her actions were the most intelligent, but she knew once Dante was safe Emilia would be after her like a mother gorrila would a hyena. The hyena that decided to make her baby its dinner. She knew Emilia would be as protective of him as the example given, though Emilia was technically the cause of it.
She left the room to join her master, of whom she had the idea that he resided in the great hall, which he did. Though she only remained out of sight against the wall. She could meld within the shadows so well, especially with how much dimmer the room was than the entrance hall.
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Alaya Tiaun
Gryffindor
Sixth Year//Head Girl
Look fear in the face and smile, you will fear no more.
Posts: 618
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Post by Alaya Tiaun on Aug 16, 2009 18:19:02 GMT -8
The smell of blood was getting worse as Alaya searched her mind for a spell to heal Dante. The few months spent with her mother over a year ago were useful in teaching her healing herbs but not so much spells. There was always Episkey, but right now that would not do much. She needed to remember that one spell her mother mentioned.
Emilia's pleads were like daggers cutting into her heart. What would happen if she couldn't remember in time or if she lost control of herself. Emilia would never forgive her. She should have stayed in the forest when she saw the dark mark. Then she would have a reason not to come. But that was in the past now here she was under Emilia's spell trying to keep hold of her sanity as her friend bleed and her best friend protected them.
No matter what happened to Dante, Alaya knew that Emilia would stop at nothing to find Inri and take revenge. She didn't know who she would back up. She didn't even know if she could keep herself human for that long. She had to remember that spell or else Dante would die and she would loose herself. Holding her breath Alaya dove deep into her confused mind.
There are many different spells that help strengthen herbs, not many will heal wounds completely. If you learn the herbs then you can help anyone in any situation. There is one spell that does heal large gashes..."Vulnera Sanatur" Alaya whispered as she recalled her mother's lesson. A silver light softly cam from her wand and covered the wound. The gash in Dante started to heal up. She knew that he would be weak and the scar would stay with him but he would live and the bleeding had stop. Alaya sighed in relief when she saw the healed wound.
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Emilia Silverstien
Gryffindor
Sixth Year//Prefect
Come on just say it, you need me like a bad habit ♥
Posts: 628
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Post by Emilia Silverstien on Aug 18, 2009 11:43:24 GMT -8
Holding on to Dante's hand she couldn't bring herself to stop crying. Watching the blood pour out of him was horrifying, and for the time she realized that he could die. It was a horrifying thought, he couldn't die. He couldn't leave her like this, he couldn't die because of her. Horrified she saw he was starting to choke on his own spit. A new wave of anguish fell upon Emilia, he was dieing in her arms. Taking his hand from her face, she realized how cold it was. Moving she crawled around Alaya, and settled herself towards Dante's head.
Gently she picked up his head and laid it in her lap. She felt the tears pouring from her eyes, and she saw a few landing on Dante's cheek. She picked up the end of her cloak and gently wiped away the blood on Dante's mouth and chin. She whimpered, "Don't leave me Dante. Please..." She wasn't aware of the events surrounding her. All she could focus on the fact that Dante could very well be dieing in her arms. Looking down she saw him waving in and out of consciousness. Shaking she repeated, "Dante don't close your eyes, don't fall asleep...If..if..you fall asleep you might not wake up. Please focus on me.." She looked down at him her aqua marine eyes piercing his dark gray, pleading with him to stay conscious.
No longer able to resist the urge to look up, she did not immediately noticed that Inri was not underneath Dante anymore, but staring at them off into the shadows. A wave a fury ripped through Emilia, and she wanted nothing more than to curse the girl into the oblivion. Through her tears Emilia gave Inri a stony glare. Harshly she yelled at Inri, "You better get the hell out of here, and run to your beloved Lord. You're such a coward. Always hiding behind him and his beloved Death Eaters. You're so pathetic. The next time I see you, you will be the one bleeding to death on the floor as every one watches." She then turned her attention back to Dante, not even caring if Inri yelled back at her or if she just ran off into the shadows.
All she could do was watch Alaya work and she absentmindedly ran her fingers through Dante's blond hair. She looked down at him, and felt the tears fall once again. Watching Alaya work she saw a silver light emit from the end of her wand. Cautiously she asked, "Is it working?" She looked over at her work and sighed in relief as she saw the gashes starting to heal. Looking up at her, "You're amazing Alaya and a lifesaver." Still running her fingers through Dante's hair she was desperately trying to remember any healing spells to help Dante. Thinking of the Blood-Replenishing Potion, she wonder if she could summon any from the Hospital Wing. Half-shrugging she said, "Accio Blood-Replenishing Potion." She looked up at Alaya, "It's worth a try, he's lost so much blood." All they could now is wait to see if Dante would respond and to see if Emilia's spell had worked.
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Dante Black
Slytherin
Sixth Year//Prefect
If you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten.
Posts: 158
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Post by Dante Black on Aug 20, 2009 19:11:27 GMT -8
A lightshow of spells flickered before Dante’s eyes. Screams and cries overwhelmed his ears. The dew on the ground felt sticky against his skin. Dante felt his heart thump violently against his chest as he took in his surroundings. It looked as if he was watching some sort of sick movie, full of sadistic and awful images. Groups varying in number dueled interspersed throughout what looked like the Hogwarts grounds. Dante cautiously began walking across the battlefield, going unnoticed to his amazement. A particular figure caught the boy’s attention, one that was sprinting toward a pair of girls. Dante watched incredulously as he saw Diem embrace a spitting image of himself five yards down. Though this second Dante was much younger and his skin lacked the scars he had become so accustomed to seeing.
The scene left Dante breathless. Diem was standing not twenty feet away from him, perfectly living. She was alive! Dante ran to meet her, completely ignoring his second self. “Diem! Diem! Hey!” he called out, but did not receive an answer. With a furrowed brow Dante put a hand on her shoulder, which promptly sunk through her arm as if she was made of only mist. He gasped quietly and swiftly drew his hand back. He stared at Diem loosing rather pathetically in a verbal fight against Inri. Then spells started flying, and he gawked in disbelief at the other Dante who made a feeble attempt at ending it. “Do something useful!” he yelled in other-Dante’s face, frustrated with his apathy.
Before he could yell out another desperate command, a spell whizzed right through him and hit other-Dante. Blood began spurting out the open gashes appearing all over his body. Dante stared in horror, too stunned to do anything but stumble backward away from the blood fountain. More commotion and spells filled his ears but one stuck out from the others. Dante whipped around just in time to see his beloved Diem cringing on the ground in agony, crying and screaming for him to stop it. He ran toward her and knelt down beside her, but neither spell nor touch could get through to her. Dante could feel his heart wrenching and burning inside his chest. “It’ll be okay, love. Just hold on. I’m going to find a way to help you. I’m here, Diem…Diem…”
Dante felt so helpless in that moment, fumbling and failing to stop his friend from hurting. He was burning inside, wishing more than anything that he could be the one writhing in pain and not her. A familiar comforting voice entered the scene; the voice he knew belonged to Emilia. “Help her, Emilia! Make it stop!” he pleaded, yet again receiving no recognition or response. But by the time he finished shouting a terrible silence fell from the previously shrieking Diem.
Shock and grief crashed over Dante like a great black wave. This new silence was infinitely worse than her cries. A tight lump formed in Dante’s throat, and he beat the ground with his fist. “I couldn’t save her. Why couldn’t I save her? It should have been so easy. Diem—she’s gone. No. No! NO!” Dante bellowed into the thick silence of the night.
Everything went black.
An overpowering rush of nausea bubbled in the pit of Dante’s stomach. His eyes shot open to find Emilia’s face right above his, and then he promptly turned to the side and vomited on the ground next to her. Sweat beads rolled down his forehead as he coughed out the remaining vomit. His whole body throbbed, though it was much better than the burning sensation he had felt before he passed out. After the entire contents of Dante’s stomach lay in a messy pile on the floor, he rolled slowly out of Emilia’s lap. His head still felt dizzy and he stumbled more than a bit to finally get onto all fours.
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