RP: A Fine Night for Play
Date: 13 February 2005
Characters: Rabastan Lestrange & His Familiars
Location: By the River
Status: Semi-Private
Summary: Rabastan and his familiars go out to play.
Completion: Complete
All three of them were restless. Bronwyn kept going out the charmed window to hunt, but would swoop back in and land on her perch only moments later. Mahgda was ignoring her toys and pacing back and forth in front of the fire. Rabastan himself was a bit keyed up trying not to think about Narcissa or worry about Rodolphus.
What they all needed was a good run... or a good fly.
Decision made, Rabastan stood and called his familiars to him. With Bronwyn on one shoulder and Mahgda on the other, he exited the church and warded it behind them. He had not taken his cloak, but it wouldn't matter for long. He crossed the road and gently sat the little kneazle down on the river bank. He held out his arm, to give the owl more room to launch. "Off you go, Bronwyn," and the tawny took flight. Rabastan took a deep breath, concentrated, and shifted into his animagus form. As soon as the little kneazle saw her wolf friend, she pounced.
When Rabastan had portkeyed to France to meet the kneazle breeder, he had told the man he was animagus. Rabastan had not perfected his form before his former cat-kneazle mix had been lost to old age, so he wasn't sure if a wolf was likely to scare a kneazle or not. The breeder really had no idea, but suggested that Rabastan transform before they entered the kneazle keep. He felt that it would be better, than transforming after a bond had already started to form. No sooner had the man and the wolf entered the barn-like space, than a little kneazle with the most interesting markings had leapt on to the wolf's back. The small cat-like creature was tiny in comparison to the adult wolf, but she had no fear. Rabastan returned to human form and scooped up his attacker. The little kneazle bumped his head with her own and took a lick of his nose. And then, for the second time in his life, he fell in love with one of these special creatures. The breeder had said he had others with the more standard markings, but he knew this was the one for him. He had been chosen.
Now, the wolf, the kneazle and the owl played along the river bank. They raced back and forth. The wolf chased the kneazle, the kneazle chased the owl, the owl turned and gave chase back. The wolf and the kneazle flushed game for the owl. The owl flew off with a stick and dropped it, letting the creatures without wings race to get to it first. And when all three of them were finally exhausted, Rabastan changed back. With both his girls riding on his shoulders, he returned to his home and his fire.
It had been a fine night for play.
Characters: Rabastan Lestrange & His Familiars
Location: By the River
Status: Semi-Private
Summary: Rabastan and his familiars go out to play.
Completion: Complete
All three of them were restless. Bronwyn kept going out the charmed window to hunt, but would swoop back in and land on her perch only moments later. Mahgda was ignoring her toys and pacing back and forth in front of the fire. Rabastan himself was a bit keyed up trying not to think about Narcissa or worry about Rodolphus.
What they all needed was a good run... or a good fly.
Decision made, Rabastan stood and called his familiars to him. With Bronwyn on one shoulder and Mahgda on the other, he exited the church and warded it behind them. He had not taken his cloak, but it wouldn't matter for long. He crossed the road and gently sat the little kneazle down on the river bank. He held out his arm, to give the owl more room to launch. "Off you go, Bronwyn," and the tawny took flight. Rabastan took a deep breath, concentrated, and shifted into his animagus form. As soon as the little kneazle saw her wolf friend, she pounced.
When Rabastan had portkeyed to France to meet the kneazle breeder, he had told the man he was animagus. Rabastan had not perfected his form before his former cat-kneazle mix had been lost to old age, so he wasn't sure if a wolf was likely to scare a kneazle or not. The breeder really had no idea, but suggested that Rabastan transform before they entered the kneazle keep. He felt that it would be better, than transforming after a bond had already started to form. No sooner had the man and the wolf entered the barn-like space, than a little kneazle with the most interesting markings had leapt on to the wolf's back. The small cat-like creature was tiny in comparison to the adult wolf, but she had no fear. Rabastan returned to human form and scooped up his attacker. The little kneazle bumped his head with her own and took a lick of his nose. And then, for the second time in his life, he fell in love with one of these special creatures. The breeder had said he had others with the more standard markings, but he knew this was the one for him. He had been chosen.
Now, the wolf, the kneazle and the owl played along the river bank. They raced back and forth. The wolf chased the kneazle, the kneazle chased the owl, the owl turned and gave chase back. The wolf and the kneazle flushed game for the owl. The owl flew off with a stick and dropped it, letting the creatures without wings race to get to it first. And when all three of them were finally exhausted, Rabastan changed back. With both his girls riding on his shoulders, he returned to his home and his fire.
It had been a fine night for play.