Dylas Van Alstyne
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- Age
- 9/2015
Dylas Van Alstyne had been looking back at what he had done with his own upbringing. Shoving that out of his mind, Dylas knew that what he was doing was morally wrong but he was believing that this woman could assist him in some way or form. Ever since he was abandoned on the streets, Dylas had developed useful skills in order to become a great thief and amazing at trickery. This was paused once he was forced to attend school after a professor came and retrieved him from the area that he once called home. He was also informed that he would need a name since he went through most of his life without one. The professor informed him of this other student that once attended that looked a little like him, and Dylas chose that last name to set an example. Perhaps not the smartest thing, but once he attended and was sorted into Ravenclaw, the school life could not be more difficult to adjust to. But, it was a shame that the professor did not pick up the young child soon, as the damage was done already. Dylas filled himself up with hatred and it ate away at his sanity for years. Putting up with people he felt needed to perish only further that aspect on his head. Nothing could be done to change his outlook.
Sticking to the shadows, his eyes gleamed as though he were a mammal of prey, hunting down his new victim. Taking out his wand, he made sure that he was not seen as the woman turned down to go down another alley. This was going to be fun. Dylas could not wait until the girl had fear in her eyes and then his new game of cat and mouse could begin. The reaction gave him this certain feeling that he could not explain but he just knew that he needed it and he would retrieve it one way or another. He needed something like this. Once he came out of the shadows, he used his speed to shove the woman against the wall. He then looked into her eyes and face and she did not seem surprised. Dylas still held her in place, but this was not getting him the joy that he wanted, no, yearned for. Something was wrong. Dylas held his wand at her and he murmured, "Why are you not screaming with terror?" Something had to be wrong with her. It was as if she expected this sort of treatment. Did she know that he was following her?
Sticking to the shadows, his eyes gleamed as though he were a mammal of prey, hunting down his new victim. Taking out his wand, he made sure that he was not seen as the woman turned down to go down another alley. This was going to be fun. Dylas could not wait until the girl had fear in her eyes and then his new game of cat and mouse could begin. The reaction gave him this certain feeling that he could not explain but he just knew that he needed it and he would retrieve it one way or another. He needed something like this. Once he came out of the shadows, he used his speed to shove the woman against the wall. He then looked into her eyes and face and she did not seem surprised. Dylas still held her in place, but this was not getting him the joy that he wanted, no, yearned for. Something was wrong. Dylas held his wand at her and he murmured, "Why are you not screaming with terror?" Something had to be wrong with her. It was as if she expected this sort of treatment. Did she know that he was following her?