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| Topic Started: Dec 12 2016, 09:41 PM (913 Views) | |
| Alessio Lichester-Raven | Dec 14 2016, 10:59 PM Post #16 |
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[justify]With things cleaned up, the Italian was content with his client leaving and going back to his day. However, Mister Pendleton asked to see the thestrals, and the Italian coudn't say that he was completely against the idea. He was rather protective of his thestrals, as people still had many misconceptions about them with regards to their death omens and disturbing eating habits. However, from their conversation, he deemed Mister Pendleton reasonable enough to not subscribe to the same beliefs - especially when he mentioned his wand core. There were many things said about such a core, most that the Italian disregarded as mere rumour, but it did speak well for the wizard in front of him, and he inclined his head. "No, no there is no need to apologise," he assured him. "One would not expect to find thestrals here, and they are not exactly easy to find in the wild. I am willing to show them to you, but if you have not seen them before and can see them, I should warn you that they can have a somewhat disturbing appearance if you're not used to them." In fact, even his own husband was terrified of the creatures, and whilst he was very superstitious, Alessio was sure part of the reason was because they were rather unattractive. "Have you seen a painting, or some other image of them, at least?" [/justify] |
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| *Professor Monty Pendleton | Dec 30 2016, 09:01 PM Post #17 |
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Monty's shoulders visibly softened. "Yes, many times," he said truthfully, an electric shiver travelling up his spine. He'd read books on magical beasts cover to cover, and whilst they had never interested him quite so much as charms or potions, he would never decline the opportunity to learn more about them. Thestrals, naturally, were of a particular interest to him, the core of his wand being from the tail of one. Whatever the chances of him stumbling across a thestral-owner were had to be incredibly slim. "Oh, the meat," Monty said suddenly, realising his earlier reaction to a repulsive sight must be why Alessio was hesitant to introduce him to the creatures. "Really, I'll be quite all right. It's just, er... lots of raw meat, and... blood, that makes me feel unwell." |
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| Alessio Lichester-Raven | Jan 9 2017, 01:46 PM Post #18 |
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[justify]Well, that was a relief. Considering his reaction to a little bit of meat (okay, enough to look suspiciously like an amount similar to what could be taken from an average sized male), the Italian wanted to ensure that he would not be needing to offer another potted plant for sacrifice to Monty's apparently questionable constitution. It was just to the sight of the kitchen, and seeing as the thestrals would survive without being fed immediately, he deemed it best to leave the sight of the kitchen behind them. Ushering Monty (politely) to his feet, the older gentleman was guided out of the home. By the front door, his shoes had been returned to him for the walk ahead, with Alessio only pausing return to his smallest daughter and wrapped her in a sleeve to continue his sleeping whilst propped against his chest. He offered Monty a short introduction to the snoozing baby, before moving through the back of the property. If Monty thought the front yard were unsettling, the backyard was more so surely. There were small pebbled paths leading off in various directions - one to an outdoor seating area, another to a very well structured vegetable garden. There was a pot of well-tended fanged geraniums, the grass was clearly well cared for, and Alessio looked out at the pebbled path before them, leading towards the line of kauri trees whilst the heart-shaped leaves of bracken ferns licked at his ankles as he passed by. Apparently, these were all that was permitted within the yard to have no apparent structure to them, effectively alienated from the rest of the controlled and sculpted landscape. That was, until one noticed how neatly they lined the tracks, even if they overhung just a little. He placed a soothing hand on the baby whenever she stirred from the gently undulating terrain, before manoeuvring his way through the thick kauri trunks, avoiding their shed mounds of bark pooling around the bottom of their trunks with the grace of a man that knew exactly where he was going. Unlike the tamed yard behind them, the woodlands they were currently trekking through were wild, and not even Alessio could manage to wrangle a tamed path. He had been trying, but the forest floor was quickly scattered with fallen branches as the kauri trees discarded them whenever they saw fit. It was a woefully disorganised forest, with the occasional animal dropping and wildly growing fern wrestling with his feet as he walked - but they eventually reached what was looking to be the beginning of a clearing. To most, the clearing was empty, with merely a well placed stream and suspiciously shifting grass. To the wizards, however, there before them stood Alessio's herd of thestrals. [/justify] |
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| *Professor Monty Pendleton | Feb 20 2017, 10:06 PM Post #19 |
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At the introduction of Alessio's baby, Monty felt his last trace of concern fall away. The man was, after all, certainly unlikely to murder him with a child in his arms. The Professor grinned at this ridiculous thought - Alessio was a little unusual, but certainly no serial killer - and stepped out onto the sunlit patio, shielding his eyes with his hand as he followed the man down one of the many pebbled paths that stretched off toward every corner of the garden. Once beneath the shelter of the trees he lowered his hand, no longer finding himself surprised by the perfect order of the flowers, or the invisible but distinct line to which the shrubbery ran perfectly parallel. It was a vast garden - larger than his own - and so beautiful that for a short moment he nearly forgot he was on his way to see thestrals. The further toward the clearing the men drew, the more unruly the undergrowth became, until it was clear to Monty that even Alessio had had to admit defeat. He picked his way through the roots and ferns until finally they arrived before the herd. Monty stopped, standing silently at the edge of the clearing. They were beautiful. Fascinating. Majestic. Alerted to the men's presence, an elder thestral lifted its head to watch them, dappled sunlight dancing on its skeletal frame. Deciding them to be no threat, it turned and carried on its way, bronzed hooves scuffing the dry earth. "Wow," whispered Monty, gazing out across the glade. Alessio was quickly becoming the object of his envy. How wonderful it must have been to keep a herd of these creatures in one's back garden. "Wow." |
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| Alessio Lichester-Raven | Mar 20 2017, 07:36 PM Post #20 |
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[justify]By time Monty had picked up his proverbial jaw, Alessio had conjured Taimi a little umbrella hat to shield her from the sunlight as he left the covering of the trees and stepped into the open space. There was a limited amount of natural beauty as the surrounding ground had been influenced by the Italian for the protection of his herd (and his own peace of mind). He allowed his visitor several undisturbed minutes with the thestrals as he preoccupied himself with tending to his daughter, who was beginning to stir. It wasn't often that he brought her outside (not that his partner shared this philosophy), and least of all to the thestrals, whose shrill and eery cries were beginning to fill the forest as their feeding time came closer. Knowing that it wasn't best to break routine, especially with already having compromised Taimi's sleeping schedule. "We should be returning," he informed Monty diplomatically, not wanting to 'command' his cooperation, but completely expecting it regardless. He didn't doubt the man would follow him, however, and set about returning to his home through the catastrophe that was this grove. As soon as they were back in the house, Alessio's first action was to put Taimi down again, and once she was settled enough to be left alone, he was back to attempting to shoo out his guest. He had had enough communication for one day, and his partner would be back in just over an hour - he [/justify] |
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