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- 1,654
- OOC First Name
- Liam
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Olive Wood 15" Core of Aethonan Feather
- Age
- 30 (07/2007)
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It was the disinfectant smell of sap of fir and pine trees that compelled the rest of his senses to focus and receive the stimuli of his new environment. Minoas' grey eyes blinked as he turned his attention above him. Sunlight splashed through the trees' rippled branches, shifting with the wind that ran through the sticky needles. The trees lashed and crashed against each other spreading out like fans. The forest canopy swang softly overhead and the cool breeze kissed his cheeks. Minoas took a mechanical step forwards and a crack underneath his feet distracted him from the lethargy.
From the soft underfoot of brown needles, cones were bursting like tiny grenades. Minoas picked one from the ground to inspect it like a child discovering its new environment. His once sparkling eyes, were now studying the cone curiously but with glazed eyes, dried out of life and emotions. He stopped dead when an eerie feeling dominated him. The birds had stopped chirping and only the breeze was whispering warningly in his ears. A moment of complete silence as the wind ceased abruptly and then a deafening bang echoed through the forest.
Minoas reflexes urged him to duck and avoid the jet of light which flew over his head. He looked behind him to where the curse had landed. A burnt spot was smoking against the grey bark of the closest tree and Minoas didn't linger any further. He started running through the trees while flashes of light were crashing on the trunks around him. Minoas had roamed these parts since a very young age and he knew it like the back of his hand. However, currently his memory had failed to guide him. With no idea of where he was heading, he kept ducking to avoid the low hanging branches and the jinxes flying his way. Another bright jet of light missed him as he jumped over the trunk of a fallen, dead tree but he stumbled and rolled down the muddy slope. His body ended its downhill course in a pit, barricaded by the thick roots which were spreading greedily in and out of the muddy slopes in search of more space and nutritions.
Minoas hadn't enough time to get up and climb back at the top. At the moment he was back standing on his feet, someone else was making his way down the slopes. The only thing he could do was to flourish he wand and point it at his pursuer.
It was the disinfectant smell of sap of fir and pine trees that compelled the rest of his senses to focus and receive the stimuli of his new environment. Minoas' grey eyes blinked as he turned his attention above him. Sunlight splashed through the trees' rippled branches, shifting with the wind that ran through the sticky needles. The trees lashed and crashed against each other spreading out like fans. The forest canopy swang softly overhead and the cool breeze kissed his cheeks. Minoas took a mechanical step forwards and a crack underneath his feet distracted him from the lethargy.
From the soft underfoot of brown needles, cones were bursting like tiny grenades. Minoas picked one from the ground to inspect it like a child discovering its new environment. His once sparkling eyes, were now studying the cone curiously but with glazed eyes, dried out of life and emotions. He stopped dead when an eerie feeling dominated him. The birds had stopped chirping and only the breeze was whispering warningly in his ears. A moment of complete silence as the wind ceased abruptly and then a deafening bang echoed through the forest.
Minoas reflexes urged him to duck and avoid the jet of light which flew over his head. He looked behind him to where the curse had landed. A burnt spot was smoking against the grey bark of the closest tree and Minoas didn't linger any further. He started running through the trees while flashes of light were crashing on the trunks around him. Minoas had roamed these parts since a very young age and he knew it like the back of his hand. However, currently his memory had failed to guide him. With no idea of where he was heading, he kept ducking to avoid the low hanging branches and the jinxes flying his way. Another bright jet of light missed him as he jumped over the trunk of a fallen, dead tree but he stumbled and rolled down the muddy slope. His body ended its downhill course in a pit, barricaded by the thick roots which were spreading greedily in and out of the muddy slopes in search of more space and nutritions.
Minoas hadn't enough time to get up and climb back at the top. At the moment he was back standing on his feet, someone else was making his way down the slopes. The only thing he could do was to flourish he wand and point it at his pursuer.