Wilde Jagd: First Club Meeting

Joeseph met Scorpius' eyes with his own firm one's assuring his mate what had just transpired would not circulate. Scorpius was Joeseph's mate after all, it was Joeseph's responsibility to at least try and be there for the boy. Joeseph was a loyal lad after all, it was expected. In a rare form of affection he wasn't even sure he had ever shown someone off the quidditch pitch, Joeseph clapped the Malfoy heir's shoulder in a supportive gesture. His dark eyes let the Ravenclaw know to take it to heart because the ones he even felt an inkling of affection for were far and few between besides his closest of family members.

Stiffly, Joeseph removed his hand and turned towards the doors from which another Ravenclaw emerged. Dark eyes flickered back to Floki, a dark eye brow arched in questioning. Was this the final member, and if so another eagle? Joeseph would have thought a slytherin would be more useful, at least when trying to establish power. Not all Slytherin's were as sharp as Joeseph granted, but they were loyal to those who returned the favor. A solid base of trustworthy men seemed the most logical starting platform for something as suspicious as this, but perhaps Floki knew something Joeseph didn't. When the boy looked at things it was like he was seeing something completely different.

The Ravenclaw joined the first three and asked if he was late. Joeseph suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. He had gotten the letter hadn't he? Joeseph held his tongue though, his eyes drifting back to Floki waiting.

Scorpius nods stiffly in acknowledgment of Joseph's silent support as he claps him gruffly on the back. Then his silvery orbs land upon their newest arrival, another housemate of his that hadn't stood out to the Malfoy heir until now and he wondered with a small scowl of disapproval at the ordinary selection, what was so special about this lad? Then their ominous leader glided past them and towards the Black Lake, glistening as the bitter wind caused it's glass-like surface to ripple, reflecting the gray skies pressing drearily above them.

"Let us begin then..." Floki stated and Scorpius couldn't help but reply instantly with a hint of irritation evident in his voice regarding their leader's vagueness. "Begin what exactly? Might I remind you that you've failed to inform us of what we're all gathered here for..." Scorpius drawled out flatly, glaring at the retreating figure's back as he grudgingly followed out of morbid curiosity despite becoming increasingly more frustrated with remaining in the dark of Floki Rotburn's intentions with him.

Close to the Forbidden Forest, at the edge of the Black Lake, Floki comes to a halt peering across the expanse of watery darkness. He lifts his head to the lazy breeze and peers up at the waning moon. For a moment he appreciates the sinister look to the sickle-like crescent before dropping his gaze back to the lake. It is not even close to the 'witching hour', but they do not have alibies to keep them safe from questioning Professors tonight. Besides, this will only be a demonstration to what the Wilde Jagd is. There is no true way to describe what the club does because it's so... inexplicable, something that can only be shown or taught.

Taking in a deep breath, Floki lets out magic to focus inward in the Gates of Blasphirium dangling around his neck blocking out the soft footfalls as the others approach. He effortlessly ignores their grumblings and the feel of their auras telling him of their uncertainties, for the power builds steadily. That slippery magic fills the talisman as it heats up, those orbs opening and stopping at half-mast, Floki too keeps his eyes hooded as he stares out across two worlds overlapping each other. One a grassy meadow with the lake leading to the school, the other a barren wasteland of bones with a puddle of ichor beneath a hollow mountain...

”In silence...” Floki's voice intones, empowered words roll off his tongue and smoke wisps out from speaking lips, ”In calm...”

Raising his right arm, he curls six fingers toward palm and a stream of his magic trickles out towards the crooked moon in the center of the water. ”I invoke the Ways and open a Path.”

Seconds stretch by, the second world (a random sister-dimension) begins to fade, at the ends of his senses he continues prodding and searching... Suddenly, something tugs at him on the other side. His heart, having slowed during the meditation, skips a beat. When that four-chambered organ falters to re-attune itself, Floki remains strong in Will and accepts the pain that washes through him. Inhale, exhale, inhale...

That image reflected begins to turn, the crescent slicing through its pivoting point and causing the currents of the water to start rippling outward. In the sky, the moon remains its perfection of waning, yet below its mirrored self is a devious waxing counterpart. Towards the far horizon, there's a flicker of unnatural light that blazes across the seam of the world before winking out completely.

The 'strange time' has begun, and shall stay until the dawn breaks away the crawling shadows once more...

Scorpius felt a weight, what could only be described as a cloak of darkness drape over his frame. The moon shifted opposite of it's original position and everything felt off, like the terrifying stillness to come before a wicked storm carrying with it a vortex of heavy wind that reaches down to brush against the earth and devour all things within it's path. It felt like that, but distinctly unnatural which served to ignite the cowardly Malfoy heir with a sense of carnal terror and overwhelming feeling of dread that he had never once in his short life experienced to this extent. His fair head snapped immediately over to Joseph to gauge his mate's reaction, whom looked just as unnerved as he judging by his widened gaze and with instinct he gravitated closer to the other male, taking a few cautious steps backwards so that he was now peering slightly around Joseph's shoulder with his housemate a few feet beside him. Scorpius gripped tightly his wand but the sense of powerlessness he had over the current situation did not sit well with him and every nerve in his body was screaming at him to flee, flee from that in which he clearly could not conquer. Yet he stayed, rooted to the earth with wide, gray orbs, dilated with fear and lips slightly agape in awe as he beheld and awaited whatever wickedness their leader intended to bring forth from the night...