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Post by Nova on Feb 29, 2004 18:27:08 GMT -5
Rorin closed his large, red, glowing eyes and POP, he was there.
Wind blew through his coarse fur, he was in the middle of a clearing, and all around him he heard distinct pops of others apparating all around.
Looking up, he saw Amora and nudged her, then let loose a bloodcurdling howl into the air, and heard the one or two other werewolves there do so as well.
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Post by Alenia on Feb 29, 2004 20:23:18 GMT -5
_Amora_
Amora watched Rorin appear out of no where and nudge her. He let out a howl and Amora swore she felt her skin crawl, especially whn it was answered by three howls.
Apparently the Dark Lord was assembling all the Werewolves, MoM spies, and unregistered animagi pretty much all the Death Eaters. Amora wheeled around. It was basically an empty field.
She watched several Death Eaters pop out of nowhere, Bellatrix, Wormtail and many others. There were well over fifty in the field when a dark looming shadow edged to the center of the assembled circle. The Dark Lord. Amora immediatly fell to a bow with the rest of her colleagues.
_Voldemort_
Voldemort grew impatient. Half of the assembling Death Eaters were missing. Only traitors and captors didn't dare show under the call of the dark mark.
His deathly white face loomed toward the circle of apparating Death Eaters. His red eyes gleaming, their black slits roaming around at the assembling group.
He stepped through the circle, temporarilly making a gap but it was closed up but the Death Eaters supposed to be there and then there was silence and they all bowed.
" Death Eaters," he said in his harsh voice addressing them, "I have called you here tonight in the weakest time of the Ministry and its Aurors." By this time they were all standing again and he glared at them. As before half of them were missing and he guessed they had either deserted the Death Eaters, which they would highly and painfully pay for, or they were in Azkaban, but they would be out before long.
"Earlier this day," he continued, "One of our very own took out the head Auror and now the Ministry is lost and doesn't have a clue where they're going, giving us all the more reason to invade it, there are more than basic secrets in that building, but we're aiming for the Aurors. With them gone we can finally have at that worthless maggot, Fudge. So go quickly. You have the plan and killing will be splenderous. If all the Aurors are dead you will be rewarded." A malicious smile spread across his face.
His Death Eaters slowly one by one dissapparated. The werewolves were who he was counting on most especially in their current form.
He thought of the Death Eaters that weren't there, once more. This was disappointing. Only 50 of 87 small ranks to defeat the Aurors. He immediatly planned all of the revenge he'd ever need on those filthy traitors. Death, Pain and an Army of Death Eaters at his call. Revenge is sweet.
((My first post as Voldie!))
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Post by Nova on Mar 5, 2004 19:26:55 GMT -5
At Voldemort's word, Rorin focused his mind, and disappeared with a pop.
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Statues of ancient wizards loomed into view and exquisite paintings hung on the wall as the anteroom of the Ministry of Magic came into view. Around him he heard people gasp in suprise.
Fun time...
Turning his head he let loose another bloodcurdling howl and shot around a cooridor. After several turns and a flight of stairs, scattering people as he went, Rorin entered the Auror headquaters and rushed inside, ripping out the throats of the first three people he saw...his thirst for bloodshed taking control of him..
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Post by Alenia on Mar 5, 2004 23:02:06 GMT -5
Amora changed into the black cat. Her right eye was blue and her left eye was green.
Pops sunded all around her,she closed her eyes and focused on the atrium of the Ministry. With a resounding pop she dissapparated iunto a high ceilinged room with a large fountain.
There was no one in the Atrium, everyone was busy screaming and running in the other rooms. Amora crouched then changed again. She pulled her wand out and looked around. After some quick thought she placed it back and changed into a cat.
She heard the howls of distant werewolves, their bloodlust taking them over. She skirted down the hall and to the office of Fudge. Of course it was locked but Ministry officials could unlock it with a simple word.
Changing swiftly into her self then whispering "Sir Cornelius Fudge, Most prized Minister of Magic." She turned the door nob then changed back into a cat and pranced proudly in.
There was someone in there, now she'd have her chance to show how she hated the place.
She let out a frightened meow and purred loudly. A Tall thin boy with red hair and horn rimmed glasses craweld out from beneath the desk. Percy Weasley.
Amora changed into her human form. A look of relief came across Percy's face.
"Amora," he said a little unsure, "What are you doing here? There's a raid and I thought you went home after you reviewed the Freedrick case?"
"I did go home after reviewing the case," She smiled sourly, "In fact I reviewed it a little more than you'd think." She raised her eyebrows delightfully. "It's your move Percy."
"What are you talking about? We have to go, those Death Eaters wil be here any minute!" Percy practically shouted.
"Percy, Percy,Percy," she said shaking her head and clicked her tongue unapprovingly, "I gave you the first move and you wasted it with words, but come I'll give you a second chance. Oh and about those Death Eaters," Amora lifted her left sleeve and smiled cruelly at Percy's stricken look, "They're already here."
Amora drew her her wand and watched Percy do the same. He pointed a quivering wand at Amora and nearly whispered he was so frightened, "Expelliarmus!"
"Protego!" Amora looked at him and gave him a rathere dissappointed look, "Percy, I gave you a second chance and you waste it on a simply blocked spell? Oh well." A malice came into Amora's eyes, "Silencio! Crucio!" she yelled pointing her wand at Percy.
His face twisted in pain and he tried to yell out but no sound came. Amora lifted the spell and Percy hung limp.
She clucked her tongue again then thought again of her stupid aunts then yelled, "Avada Kedvra!" and Percy was dead.
Finally being satisfied, Amora cleared her wand with a simple flick and incantation then walked to the desk. There were papers among papers, reviews, files and plans. The Ministry had its own plan to catch the Dark Lord. Amora let out a derisive laugh then walked out.
She changed into a cat and Sprinted down the corridor passing many dead Aurors on the way. The Auror's office was covered with bodies. Aurors and werewolves, it had a horrible reek and people were moaning in there last attempts to live.
In the distance, her sharp ears picked up howling and screaming, they were in court room ten. Having been there many times Amora took the short way to the topmost stands. Down at the bottom the Aurors were trying to fend off the Werewolves but the werewolves were neat and ordered with each attack being led by a shcedueled leader, the Aurors on the other hand were disordered and shooting spells in a panicky manner.
Sitting on the balcony, Amora supervised the actions. She was meant to break into Fudge's office and take the plans then supervise the attack. And she had done just that nw she supervised.
Oh how well it was going. They lost about two werewolves in the one room and only three more lay dead on the floor below. Death Eaters in masks attacked with spells taking the wands of the Ministry people. The animagus' which were few, helped out but mainly supervised their group's attack. At this rate all of the Aurors would be dead by morning.
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