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[seker_pride]

The tawny owl Asar-Suti had sent out a day earlier had finally reached its destination: the old Lestrange house. It was glad too; finally it could relieve itself of its burden and be done with this business of playing carrier pigeon for some man who called himself a god

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[iambetadraconis]

A scream, then a howl.

Then more howls. Lots of them. The night air was filled with howls, and only a few of them belonged to Scrios, who was doing his best to summon his master to his side, afraid of these strange snarling beasts that had, without warning, descended upon the wolf and his wizard companion.

And the howls were punctuated by growls, snarls, roars and human screaming from the wizard-Rabastan Lestrange.

The attack had been so sudden-too sudden. Rabastan had been walking the path he'd taken so many times over so many years that he didn't have time to retaliate. As if he could. His knife and sword were back in the bar, and thus inaccessable.

His only hope lay in Strahan hearing the screams of the wizard, and he doubted that was possible.

-TeethBloodRippingTearingOhMerlinI'mgoingtodie-

-HelpmeHelpmeHelpmeIdon'twanttodielikethiswhat'shappeningwhyaretheyattackingme?

What'sattackingme?-

He screamed again as he lay face-down on the ground, the attackers ripping at his body as though they were so many land pirannahs...

[seker_pride]

He was running, running, faster than he ever could have in his life. With the remaining three wolves at his side and Sakti soaring above him he was racing towards the woods, along the trail he'd spotted, following the sounds of the screams and bestial noises.

Within the feral symphony was the howls of Scrios, who was frightened, agitated, panicked over what was going on about him.

Five hundred yards from where Rabastan lay Strahan stopped. All the sorcerer could see was a mass of furry bodies moving about something Strahan could not see, like a pack of hounds upon a fox.

And nearby was Scrios. Who had seen his master and was running to Strahan's side.

An act that diverted the attentions of some of the beasts, who realised that their prey was no longer alone; there was a second man to rip apart.

The Muggle. That's what Core had called Strahan.

Well, they were not going to complain, as half the group split itself from their companions and began to advance on Strahan, menace in their eyes...

[iambetadraconis]

He was losing blood-and with it, consciousness-but even to Rabastan's fearful brain he could tell that the assault was beginning to abate slightly. The biting wasn't as frequent as it was-when did it begin? He'd lost track of time-before, and judging from the way the animals were growling there was something or someone else that had attracted their attention from their prey.

Strahan?

He was the only one who could've come running and so soon after all. Was he here now and were the beasts going to attack him?

"...run..," Rabastan said in a weak, croaking voice that would tell anyone that Rabastan was at death's door. "...don't ... be ... hero; run..."

[seker_pride]

"Run" was the only word Strahan heard Rabastan speak, and like hell he was going to obey. It wasn't that Rabastan was in trouble; oh no. Strahan would've left the wizard to his fate once Scrios had been retrieved, but the beasts [they looked so much like Scrios and the others] were advancing on not only his pets but Strahan himself that kept the Ihlini sorcerer from departing.

They threatened to attack my wolf, he told himself. And they will pay for it too.

But to exact revenge he'd have to use his magic to do so.

-godfire-

Rabastan was not Cheysuli despite being magical in his own right; there was nothing to stop Strahan from using cold, purple fire as his weapon of choice.

The trees about them caught fire in an instant, and the path was thrown into violet light created by the flames that licked, climbed, devoured their own, more wooden prey.

No. The fire did not restrict itself to the trees; even the beasts themselves became victims of Ihlini godfire, and they scattered like so many fallen leaves.

-something strong, something