Remus didn't remember this part, not really. He was half turned onto his back, body limp but muscles rigid and heavy as lead. The discomfort was secondary, however, because the moon was everything.It blinded him, it filled up the world. Something rough and kind of wet was pulling at his shoulder in long, painful strokes, and his adult brain wondered distantly if this was part of changing someone. He didn't think it was. He was almost entirely certain a bite was enough, that licking the wound didn't do anything to entrench the curse more deeply in the accursed's blood.
Greyback probably just liked the taste.
The werewolf lifted its muzzle to look into the dark, in the direction of the wizard house. He could smell person, and he could smell dog, and he disdained both. Neither could touch him, and they were too few, besides. And too late.
He may have technically possessed two minds, but they were of one on more matters than not. The boy was his, now, would always be his. He had a moment to spare to gloat.
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Date: 2012-01-31 01:36 am (UTC)Greyback probably just liked the taste.
The werewolf lifted its muzzle to look into the dark, in the direction of the wizard house. He could smell person, and he could smell dog, and he disdained both. Neither could touch him, and they were too few, besides. And too late.
He may have technically possessed two minds, but they were of one on more matters than not. The boy was his, now, would always be his. He had a moment to spare to gloat.