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[carnufex]

Name: Walden Macnair
Date: August, 1997
Format: Three photographs
Relevance: Result of a raid on the home of known Death Eater Walden Macnair after he was imprisoned for the first time. May provide some insight into the lifestyle and upbringing of same.

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[corviform]

*is very much the cold academic actually - but an academic with the subject of his in-depth research close at hand in the wild for the first time; isn't interested in the hunt, but has a very focussed and contained energy to him when enthused by his research which later means horrific experiments which he doesn't hesistate to carry out*

*falls in beside him, wishing Macnair would leave off hauling him about, because cashmere crushes, and is already shaking him off when Macnair stalks off into the clearing*

*watches with a sudden half-sneer, thinking this wilfully bloody when he could have synthesised the scent of blood perfectly easily with a spell* *points this out for the fun of it - albeit quietly, in a slightly breathless whisper* I could have done that with a spell, Macnair.

*decides he much, much prefers being around lycanthropes when he can see them* *is about to say as much when he becomes aware of a patch of greyish darkness moving against the trees ahead of them but heading their way silently*

*says nothing, trusting Macnair's eyes more than his own, but finds himself clenching his jaw tightly in order to keep his breathing silent*

Just continued with where we left off. :)

[carnufex]

*frowns faintly, squinting into the shadows between trees, very much aware that this is not his ideal hunting situation and acutely feeling the presence of a novice at his side*

*barely notices Augustus shaking him off, too focused on the task at hand, every sense sharp*

*not ungently, but distracted, brisk* Be quiet.

*kneels down, bracing his crossbow on one knee and sighting across it, moonlight flashing off the light of one open eye*

*breathing has become almost indistinguishable from the night sounds around them, fully immersed-- a credit to Augustus, since he isn't distracting him too much at this juncture*

[corviform]

*watches him with a hint of reluctant fascination - doesn't want a crossbow anywhere near him, but finds the efficiency of the design pleasing*

*can be unnervingly quiet when he chooses to be, and leans back against the tree to his right, folding his arms across his chest; will leave Macnair to it despite a fierce impatience that doesn't show in his demeanor*

*grins at the order, but doesn't say anything more, instead narrowing his eyes to peer between the trees and wondering if he should put his glasses on*

[carnufex]

*thin sweat beading on the ridge above his brow, perfectly still except for the almost imperceptible trembling in his thigh muscles from strain*

*suddenly pulls the crossbow trigger hard and fast, and a bolt flies straight with a sickening thump of raw meat, burying itself in the thick muscle of a massive wolf's powerful haunch*

*there is an outraged howl and the wolf is upon them and Macnair is shooting to cripple again and again, his hands covered with hot blood as it spatters across the leaves, gleaming redly-- the wolf is snapping, snarling, huge mouth open to reveal an impossible number of yellow teeth, and he is moving, dodging ridiculously fast for a man of his size, small bone knife appearing from nowhere as he cuts tendon, crossbow loose in one hand as he tackles the werewolf full-bodied*

*the air is full of the wolf's anguished growls, more angry than hurt, and redolent with blood, fur flying everywhere as man and not-man wrestle on the frozen ground-- Macnair is like a creature himself but for the sharp intelligence in his eyes, and then he brings the crossbow down on the back of the wolf's head with a thunderous crack--*

*in the brief respite there is something like stillness in the twitching of the wolf's paws, the light puffs of air clouding from its nostrils-- it's alive*

*rising like a gory spectre from the ground, Macnair extends a hand, his voice hoarse and breath fast, shallow*

Rookwood-- the rope.

[hexed_gideon]

From where is this continued? I'd love to read the start. :)

[corviform]

Hello! :D We started it via IM actually, but I think Petra has a copy of it so I'll send it over at some point. :)

[hexed_gideon]

Thanks. :)