SITE EVENT: an unsuspected attack

[lambert greyback]

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For the past week he had been dreading this. He had been dreading his first turn. He had been in Mungoes for the past month whilst they dealt to the multiple injuries that he had been left with by whatever werewolf  had bitten him and teaching him all that was known about the condition that he would have to live with for the rest of his life. There was no cure to this. 

As the near full moon rose he could feel himself starting to change. A burning similar to when he was bit started at his toes and slowly made his way up his body. He was in agony as his bones changed, mirroring that of a wolf. He dropped to his knees, his face changing to form a snout and within a span of moments the boy was replaced with a wolf howling at its first moon.

One shift down... thousands more to go.

In this room, Lambert wasn't alone though. There were other wolves here, other patients who had been going through the exact same thing that he had been although there was a difference. Those victims had been fed wolfsbane where as his had been unknowingly tampered by a third party. The other victims still had their own minds within the wolf's body where as Lamb's body was completely controlled by the wolf within him.

The wolf made his way to the door and leaned against it with his front paws pushing it wide open and granting him access to the rest of the hospital. It was time for some fun and some bloodshed.

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TAGGED: @dulf , open
SETTING: Early December

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` an unexpected attack

lambert greyback ,@dulf /open

The full moon brought out the crazies. In the muggle world and in the wizarding world. It was dreaded by even Darcy. However she didn't turn into a dog like creature who howled at the moon. No, Darcy drank blood... like that wasn't weird. She rolled her eyes at the thought. She had personally brewed the wolfsbane that was used that night so when her ears caught the sound of panic she looked around wondering what had happened.

darcy stepped out from behind the desk where she was filling out some paper work as one of her co workers ran passed her. Darcy grabbed her before she could take off, "What's going out?" she asked, but she shook darcy's hand and took off. Darcy looked down the hallway and got her answer. A werewolf was loose. "Shit." she mumbled as she stood there. Did I mix it wrong? No, I've been doing this for years. This isn't my fault, but I doubt the other staff members will see it as such, she thought.

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Dulf had been well prepared. Before he had sabotaged the Wolfsbane potion he'd helped himself to some of the hospital's supply. Pouring some sugar into the mixture wasn't hard, and nor was sabotaging the hospital's locks. The Cursebreaker had been getting past obstacles his entire adult life. It was the reason he as so valuable to the Werewolf army in the face of the conflict. His brutality, his savagery, his cunning and his sadism were all welcome bonuses, no doubt, but it was his knack for getting into secure places and helping himself to whatever treasure - or in this case, medicine, lay within. Bardulf Barrows, monstrous as he was, was just the man - or wolf for this job.

The moonlight had struck him right on cue. Due to his meticulous planning, his use of polyjuice potion to infiltrate and his practised skill, Dulf had positioned himself on the first floor, to oversee the carnage. Of course, the sadist would partake in a little himself. His goal here was to inflict only single bites, on wounded witches and wizards. To turn, not to kill, or to injure. The wounded would in turn be forced to fight alongside the werewolves, or else agree to lose their own rights and suffer for their inaction. Dulf felt no guilt. As witches and wizards, they were potential enemies. As werewolves it would be suicidal not to fight alongside the werewolf army.

Dulf, stealthy despite his form crept from the seldom-accessed storage closet he had concealed himself in. Watching as Lambert emerged, wondering how long it would be before somebody noticed the second, far better composed werewolf stalking the halls. Wolfsbane may have denied Dulf his predatory instincts, but it allowed him cunning. Tactical thinking that would seldom be expected from a 'monster' like himself. Dulf took a moment to look at the other, the soulless, violent wolf, and felt a rush of pride. He did that. And he did this, he caused this carnage. After staring just a little longer he slipped into the room of another patient, a woman unconscious from whatever creature wound had been inflicted on her. Dulf squatted down. Gently sniffing at his victim's hand, almost like a dog concerned for a sickened owner, before he sunk his teeth into the woman. Seeing her spasm, he licked the blood from the wound. Methodical as he was, Bardulf hoped the woman would go unchecked. Maybe this incident would repeat itself, or maybe she would go into the world and turn others before even being detected.

lambert greyback , @darcy

OoC note: Dulf is stealth-biting as many people as he can get away with. I'm happy for these to be people's current or future characters, if anyone's interested!

[raoul zayev]

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This was a co-ordinated effort. This was no mistake. Whilst Bardulf and one of his newer betas caused havoc on the inside, his company was on guard duty. His company had two objectives: bite those trying to escape, and of course to warn those inside when the other armies came out to play. After all it would only be a matter of time before the Ministry found out and activated their army and Aurors...

For this moon Raoul had prepared and taken the wolfsbane potion. He wasn't quite connected to his inner wolf yet, so he wasn't fully in control of the wolf but it was a goal of his. For now though the potion would make do.

The black haired wolf paced before the door, a sinister look upon his face. He wanted action but he would have to be patient. The news of the attack would soon spread and then their fun would begin.

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TAGGED: open

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[sable thomasina]

Site Event: An Unexpected Attack

Sable didn't like St Mungo's she found it depressing and so very unattractive and Sable was all about things being attractive. Maybe she make a suggestion and have the healers and support staff wear something a little more fashionable it would be so much more pleasing to the eye of the patients after all if the witches and wizards looking after them also looked nice. She might put it to her father and see if he could donate some galleons. If not Hector than she was sure one of her Uncles was on the boards of Directors or something. She was there to see her mother who seriously ill at the moment and no one knew why. No one else in her family, not even her father or bothers had bothered to visit Sorcha but then Sable didn't expect that they would. She was surprised that her mother was still alive after all. It wasn't as if her parents loved each other all. Hector had gotten what he wanted from Sorcha, a female Thomasina and an attractive one at that. The sound of a howl echoes through the halls and Sable froze. It was a full moon and it sounded like some mongrels had gotten loose. She walked to the door and peered out round the corner and saw the back of a black furred wolf. She slipped back in side. "It looks like I will be staying a little longer then I thought mother though I might just change a little," she said before turning in her cat form and jumping up and sitting on the chair beside the bed.

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[lambert greyback]

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Whilst Bardulf turned innocents in their rooms, unbeknownst to Lamb of course, the wolf chose to abandon the first floor. It sought blood but this floor was too secure for the wolf's likeings. He could smell the humans on the floors above, stronger and more hurt beings above. It bolted straight for the stairs, bypassing the floors between for the top floor. A recreational floor. As he used his weight to push the door open further a howl left his jaws.

He could smell the food within. The humans within that would be unsuspecting of a werewolf attack. The wolf had been born and freed and now it was time for it's first taste of blood.

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TAGGED: open
LOCATION: Visitor's Tea Room on the fifth floor

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Dulf, still with full control over his actions, and smug pride in how he was using them heard the wolf but, he heard its howl, he heardthe sounds of the healers, and the other staff, even a few heroic guests giving chase to the feral wolf, leaving the innocents behind. Bardulf wasn't going to find too many more sleeping victims now, things were loud, but at least he would have the chance to cause a little more damage before he was discovered. He darted into another room, finding an elderly mand delirious from some dark creature's venom. He stalked into the room and once again he bit in deeply. The victim yelled, but he'd been yelling already. Dulf had succeeded in turning another, before he darted across the hallway... This one seemed to have suffered some sort of savage cut mauling already, and was unconcious despite the sound. He bit in, lapped up the blood and crept away.

Finally, the error came on the fourth prospective victim. a young girl who screamed and despite her injuries rolled from her bed trying to hide. She would recall what happened, Dulf hesitated. Not willing to turn her, not because of the sake of his conscience... Because he needed to move on before her frantic yells drew attention. Dulf bolted up the ward, turning sharply into a room - with no idea of its occupent, he searched around, eyes falling on a petrified person. It must have been a Basilisk victim. At least that was the only creature that came to Dulf's mind. He didn't hesitate to bite - wondering if the petrified wizard would be effected, or if the Petrification would hold the curse at bay.

Dulf made his way slowly to the stairwell, stalking nearby, waiting to ambush anyone who would hear the startled girl and go to check on her safety - if nobody did he would make his way up to the second floor, and commence another attack there.

[draco malfoy]

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Draco wandered the dark streets of Knockturn Alley, having checked on The Spiny Serpent to make sure things were running smoothly there and then left the place in the more than capable hands of his employees. He knew they could run the place without a problem, and he knew that they knew how to get in touch with him if something came up that they didn't know how to handle; thankfully, that hadn't happened yet, and hopefully, it never would. One would have to be a completely incompetent to not be able to handle things at the Malfoy's place of business. And, that was one thing that Draco would not tolerate - incompetence.

The young Malfoy pulled his cloak tighter about him; it was the holiday season, but he wasn't feeling the holiday mood at all. In fact, it was doubtful that he would see any of his family for the holidays, most especially his one and only son, Scorpius. He'd sent a letter to his son explaining why it wouldn't be a good idea for him to come home, and he hoped the young male would understand. If not, he would attempt to go to Hogwarts and explain in person, something he hoped it wouldn't come down to, because he wasn't sure how much control he had at this point.

Suddenly, Draco stopped in his tracks, eyes flashing as he turned his head up at the sound of a dreadful, wolfish howl. He hissed and bared his fangs in distaste at the horrid sound then took off into the moon-filled night to see what was going on. Following the sound that the howl had come from. He stopped on a rooftop just across from St. Mungo's, the scent of blood overwhelming him, fangs on display as his eyes flickered bright in the full moonlight.

"So....the mangy mutts think they get to have all the fun. Not if I have anything to say about it," he hissed darkly into the night. With a powerful jump, he landed on a fire escape outside of a patient's room. He opened the window and slipped inside. "Time for some new recruits," he chuckled darkly, slinking over to the patient in the bed, leaning down and sinking his fangs into the soft, fleshy neck, groaning in pleasure at the taste of the blood rushing down his throat. Finished with that victim, he left them to turn as he moved on to the next room and the next and the next. With each person he bit, he would pierce his own lip then kiss them so that they ingested his own vampiric blood.......his own 'kiss of death'.

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The Covington pack was an odd one. It was the only one that Michael could think of that had their woman as leaders. That made his younger sister, Melissa, the pack leader. However, Melissa was still in school and their parents valued their children’s education that was why Michael took Melissa’s place as a General in the Werewolf army. 

Personally, Michael hated full moons, but the Moon didn’t care about his opinion. No, it rose up in the sky like every other night turning him into a monstrous creature. Michael was wandering aimlessly when he heard the howl and made his way towards the howl. He was a bit shocked to see it came from st mungo’s especially when he saw people running out of the building. He slowly made his way through the doors passed the screaming people when he saw a familiar face. A vampire. Darcy Emerson. He took off to another side of the hospital hoping that she hadn’t recognized him. It would have been hard to do in wolf form.

@everyone

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Darcy wanted nothing more than to help people. It was why she chose to work at St Mungo’s, but it was the first time in a long time that she felt completely helpless. She could hear screaming and there was the strong smell of blood. Darcy ducked down behind the front desk and covered her ears as she took deep breaths... it didn’t help. Darcy stood back up and ushered out as many people as she could. As she did she saw a werewolf look at her and run the other way. “huh.” she whispered as someone thanked her for helping them out. I can do this, she thought to herself when she realized that there was another werewolf outside the doors. He was guarding the place! “Dammit!” she said beating herself up for leading the people outside. Darcy stepped out of st mungo’s with the people barring her fangs at the wolf ready to attack if he even made a move for the innocents she was attempting to lead away.

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[sable thomasina]

Site Event: An Unexpected Attack

Sable had opened the window to her mother's room and was sitting on the ledge looking out in the night sky and listening to the howls of the wolves in and out of St Mungos. The howls put her on edge not just because she was a cat and well they were dogs and they didn't mix but as a human as well. She didn't care too much for werewolves as a collective. As she sat her tail switch and her amber gaze fell upon on a figure on an opposing roof and watched as he leaped across to a nearby fire escape. Curious Sable lightly leaped upon of the roof of the hospital and padded across until she reached the room in question and leapt down sat on now open window ledge. Was he another werewolf? He wasn't. He was a vampire and though she might not like werewolves, vampires were a different story and she watch his take the blood of the patient then leave Sable followed him as he went from room to room. There was something familiar about him though she couldn't place what it was but definitely intrigued her and she wanted to see more.

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[lambert greyback]

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The young wolf was unaware of what was going on in other parts of the hospital. He was unaware that he was being used as bait. Unaware that the Vampires had joined the attack. Unaware that unharmed victims were meeting the jaws of fellow werewolves as they exited the building. It didn't care though. It could smell the fear behind the door, finding it's voice again a growl left the jet black wolf's vocal chords causing screams from several females within the room.

He stood still for a moment before lunging without warning at his first victim. He pounced upon an elderly man, ignoring the person whom he was with and focusing upon the man beneath him. He tore out the man's throat. If he were human he would have recognized the man as being Gilderoy Lockheart.

But at this point in time he was only a wolf... getting it's first taste of blood.

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Just before the attack:
Johnathan had be sent to the big wizarding Hospital St. Mungo's to deliver a big shipment of potion ingredients. Quite a pain in the ass but it was part of the job. Luckily wizards could travel fast. The Scotsman waited at the reception as the director signed the shipment papers and checked the items. 'Please hurry up,' an impatient John checked his watch. Shit he still needed to close the store why were old people so slow. "Everything seems good, lad. Could you bring them upstairs to the strorange please?" The director asked him. "Of course, sir. Thank you for doing business with us," he said with a forced but convincing smile. Customers needed to be pleased to stay. And they couldn't lose a big one like St. Mungo's. His boss would be livid. So he went up, unknowingly that it'd seal his fate

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"That should be the last one," he sighed and rubbed his forehead as he checked the storage. "Good to go," he nodded at himself. Before he could leave, he could hear screams and other noises on the hallway. The young dark haired man, left the storage. This seemed a good moment to leave. Howls could be heard through the hallways. Just what were they treating here? His eyes gazed through the window and saw a round cheese like moon. Werewolves... "Run young fool!" An old man rushed towards the exit and passed him by. All his instincts told him to run. But he could only move calm and slowly as if he couldn't control his own body. His heart was beating fast. He went down one floor and passed a door where he heard a young girl scream. EMILY! 'Don't be a fool, your sister is dead. There is nothing you can do for the girl behind that door. Leave or you'll die.' His conscience spoke to him. John swallowed and grabbed his wand, his hand was on the door but when he just was to open it, he pulled back and listen to his conscience. "It's trap," he mumbled to himself. "I'm sorry, forgive me little girl." He had to leave, return to the shop and go home. Mom probably had dinner in the fridge left for him.

Note: Johnathan is still human here. He'll be one of the victims. For the wolves: feel free to bite
Tag: @dulf ? and everyone