i wonder (BARDULF)

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It was in that moment that Dulf's behaviour differed from the typical ill-controlled feral werewolf, He wanted the other to know this was all intentional, that it wasn't mindless perdition. he wanted Lambert to see that this was calculated. That would make an impression he was sure. It would show Greyback's boy that werewolves weren't mindless, that some of them were more capable than wizard kind in general - at least in Bardulf's arrogant opinion. He looked down at the other pinning him down with a strong paw, letting out a low growl, making sure the other caught a long look at his shrewd, self-aware predatory eyes.

Suddenly the pause in the ferality was over. Dulf, in his sadism may have given the other the chance to fight back, as he let out another snarl thrusting his head toward the other's arm and shoulder and biting and tearing at whatever he could reach. Dulf wasn''t concerned with his target, so long as he didn't maim him beyond his use to the werewolf army. What mattered in this moment was insuring that Lambert Greyback would join their ranks. Forcing him to accept his birth right... Of course, the taste of blood and flesh, and fear mattered too, but Bardulf wasn't arrogant enough to put his self indulgence above the mission, this time at least.

Bardulf had a lot of it planned out but this was the sort of situation where plans only mattered a little bit. Where precautions meant more than a step by step idea of what to do next. What Dulf hadn't considered until now, until the heat of the moment, when it was too late to pause, or to take a step back. Would Lambert accept this? Would he simply turn against his fellows? Dulf couldn't be sure if the resentment the other harboured wouldn't be to their detriment. It was then he made the decision. When he could access his wand again, when the sun had risen, he would wipe the boy's memory, and move back to influencing him with legilimency, before approaching him a second time, preying to the persecution Lambert would experience for simply being something he had no choice in.

The complex thought dampened the mood rather a lot for the sadistic Bardulf who pulled his head away with a snarl, He wanted to encourage Lambert to hope, for what it was worth, to have some chance at freedom. Even if he was smart enough to know his fate was sealed, maybe tehre was some fight in him yet?

[lambert greyback]

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It wasn't until he was pinned that his body realized the true peril that he was in and allowed him to move. He tried to wriggle free, using whatever hand to hand combat he had been taught by his mother but it wasn't working. The wolf was stronger than him... heavier than him. As he wiggled the wolf growled their eyes meeting with the ferocious gaze or the wolf above him. 

With one last attempt he managed to free his left arm and attempted to push the wolf's head to the ground, but he seemed to have anticipated the action, it's jaws clamping down around his wrist and the base of his thumb.

A scream of pain left the boy.

He had lost. He was one of them now... a werewolf... a being caught within the snares of the ministry's new proclamations. He would never work for the ministry. He would never look at a star chart the same. He was a slave to the moon and pain would now be a welcomed companion.

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TAGGED: @dulf

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Dulf's fears of being caught were pushed to the back of his mind as bloodlust took over, he looked down at the other with pride in his eyes now, and excitement. He almost gently licked the blood from that first wound he had created, taking a moment to enjoy it before he moved back in for another his big paws scrambling to knock that arm away as he went down, letting the other think for just a moment he might bite at his throat. Of course he wouldn't he jerked his head to the side and latched on to Lamb's shoulder, shaking it the way an excited pup might a favorite chew-toy. Blood filled his mouth as he savoured the feral act. The concern of taking things to ofar, of leaving his victim too injured was minimal now. As long as Lambert survived it would do.

The older man was proud. He was happy. This was what he was made for and he was sure the younger would be the same in time. He may hate it now, he may have lost his future but Bardulf was convinced, perhaps in delusional fashion, that this was going to be a good thing for Greyback in the long run. He was giving the boy back his father, giving him what he had always deserved, making him who he was meant to be. But Lambert didn't know that. Lambert knew pain and fear and they tasted so sweet. The wolf pulled away a bit debating his next move, he circled slightly waiting for the other to get up, so that he could bring him down again. Wolfish as Dulf was in personality, sometimes he'd play with his food in an almost catlike way.

[lambert greyback]

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There was no way to describe the excruciating pain that he was in. Not only did he have the pain from the fangs tearing into his skin, but he also had a burning sensation as the lycanthropy infected his system. His mind focused solely upon the pain that he was going through, leaving him a limp corpse beneath the bloodthirsty beast.

The pain eliminated the fight within the boy. Leaving the once fighting young man a groaning mess in a possibly life ending situation. 

A fresh scream of pain left him as the wolf's weight was then placed upon the freshly burning wound, and yet another as the wolf clamped down upon his left shoulder. The pain was like nothing he had felt before. It was worse than he could have ever imagined. How could his mother ever survive this? How would he ever survive this?

In fact it was probably highly likely that he wouldn't given the look in the wolf's eyes. He was enjoying this a little too much for this to end well for him...

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TAGGED: @dulf

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Dulf circled the other for a few moments before closing in again biting at the man's side, ribs, hip, he couldn't say he didn't think it mattered. Either way he was having fun, and the mission was accomplished. Everything from this point on was just gravy. The wolf shook violently loving the pained sounds of his victim as Lycanthropy ravaged his body. He pulled away and let out a howl of victory to alert his packmates hoping some of them might be laying in wait. He bowed his head again licking blood from the ravaged young man He didn't want to leave anything to chance, and so he turned, moving to the other's leg and setting to work savaging it.

That would do it,The claw wound from his initial attack a deep injury on the other's side, his hand and his shoulder, along with the bite he'd inflicted on the other's calf muscle. Bardolf, content, surveyed the damage backing off for a moment. He couldn't heal the other's wounds very much but he needed to make sure he wouldn't bleed out he went to fetch a bottle from the next room. Dittany. it was difficult to carry the little container with his wolf teeth. He left it beside the other... Considering how carried away he'd been even with the healing herb all Lamb would accomplish is preventing his death.

[lambert greyback]

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With each bite and claw a fresh scream of pain left the boy, but by the end of it he was barely hanging onto consciousness due to the pain and blood loss that he was currently experiencing.  His vision was blurring. Was this what it was like to die or was this just part the lycanthropy taking hold and mutating his jeans? In among the pain confusion rocked his face as he stared at the wolf with confusion.

Was he offering him a healing solution so he could just hurt him more?

With shaky hands he reached up and grasped the dittany from the wolfs mouth, managing to heal only two of the bites before passing out completely; his hip, and his left wrist.

The pain was just too great to bear any further and that was exactly what his body was telling him.

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TAGGED: @dulf

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