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nicole black · 03-27-2021, 04:36 PM

Quentin Alvay - Order Recruit - Swooping in

The sounds of screams would never leave his head. The smell of blood. the sight of so many fallen. But Q didn't have time to think of it now, there was so much to be done and time was a privilege, not a right. The Threstrals had gotten loose, he wasn't sure how or how many but he'd found this one out by the lake being terrorized by the alliance, well, he'd taken care of that. Try as he might, the poor creature, shaken to it's core, hadn't wanted to leave his side.

So here he was, riding into the battle on a black winged horse, his hands holding a bridle he'd conjured and his thighs wrapped tight around it's middle. They dashed across the rubble and wreckage, through the grounds and toward the wooden bridge where Q could see bursts of light. But was it the Alliance trying to keep the order out? or the Order fighting them back?

But as Q neared the bridge, he saw it was not quite either.

and there was something else, something that made his skin crawl. Inferi. Everywhere, with their cold hands all over the resistance. Quentin bristled, his teeth bared. "Hyah," he said, tugging on the reins to urge the Threstral onward, faster and faster as they dodged through errant spells. There was a young woman (Zoryn) on the ground, her limbs so covered in Inferi it was hard to tell where she began and they ended. With one hand gripping the reins, he reached for his wand and- and the Threstral, which before had only been running took off from the ground, her great skeletal wings deafeningly loud, but despite the shock Q managed- really just managed- to hold on. "No, no- we need to head back down." He tried to reason with the magical creature, pulling on the reins to get her to turn about. He aimed hard for the inferi still on the bridge, a knock back jinx intended to give the surviving members a chance to flee without causing further damage.

He kept it up, shooting spell after spell all the while trying to steer his way back to the young woman being dragged off the bridge to the murky depths below. Finally, he managed to swoop in just close enough to grab ahold of the woman's arm. "I've got you, come on!" He shouted, panting hard as he pulled her from the Inferi's grasp. "Hyah!" He said, kicking his heels into the Threstral's sides and taking off into the air, his hand tight around the young woman's arm. "quick, climb up my arm and jump on her back." Q looked down to the bridge, from up here everyone looked like a friend to the cause, but he knew that couldn't be the case. "Fall Back! The bridge is going to collapse " He called out to those still fighting. "Get to the Great Hall!"

03-27-2021, 04:36 PM	#70 (permalink)
nicole black Mooncalf Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: 'clever joke here' Posts: 7,178 Hogwarts RPG Name: Desdemona Minerva Evans #6082B6 Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Ravenclaw First Year x8	you wanna fite? \| 💚 nickleback 💚 \| Uh, anyway. Quentin Alvay - Order Recruit - Swooping in The sounds of screams would never leave his head. The smell of blood. the sight of so many fallen. But Q didn't have time to think of it now, there was so much to be done and time was a privilege, not a right. The Threstrals had gotten loose, he wasn't sure how or how many but he'd found this one out by the lake being terrorized by the alliance, well, he'd taken care of that. Try as he might, the poor creature, shaken to it's core, hadn't wanted to leave his side. So here he was, riding into the battle on a black winged horse, his hands holding a bridle he'd conjured and his thighs wrapped tight around it's middle. They dashed across the rubble and wreckage, through the grounds and toward the wooden bridge where Q could see bursts of light. But was it the Alliance trying to keep the order out? or the Order fighting them back? But as Q neared the bridge, he saw it was not quite either. and there was something else, something that made his skin crawl. Inferi. Everywhere, with their cold hands all over the resistance. Quentin bristled, his teeth bared. "Hyah," he said, tugging on the reins to urge the Threstral onward, faster and faster as they dodged through errant spells. There was a young woman (Zoryn) on the ground, her limbs so covered in Inferi it was hard to tell where she began and they ended. With one hand gripping the reins, he reached for his wand and- and the Threstral, which before had only been running took off from the ground, her great skeletal wings deafeningly loud, but despite the shock Q managed- really just managed- to hold on. "No, no- we need to head back down." He tried to reason with the magical creature, pulling on the reins to get her to turn about. He aimed hard for the inferi still on the bridge, a knock back jinx intended to give the surviving members a chance to flee without causing further damage. He kept it up, shooting spell after spell all the while trying to steer his way back to the young woman being dragged off the bridge to the murky depths below. Finally, he managed to swoop in just close enough to grab ahold of the woman's arm. "I've got you, come on!" He shouted, panting hard as he pulled her from the Inferi's grasp. "Hyah!" He said, kicking his heels into the Threstral's sides and taking off into the air, his hand tight around the young woman's arm. "quick, climb up my arm and jump on her back." Q looked down to the bridge, from up here everyone looked like a friend to the cause, but he knew that couldn't be the case. "Fall Back! The bridge is going to collapse " He called out to those still fighting. "Get to the Great Hall!" __________________ the moon: feminine, intuitive, inner strength, innocence