[OPEN] take it back before it all went wrong

[eryn]

What seems so strong

Has been and gone

Save the rules for those who now can care, can care for anything of there's. There is nothing more for us here, we have no need to meet once a year, once every human year. What is a year but something that humans invented. Time as well gives the same idea. We cannot let this go on, we are free beings, we are free of slavery. We are not dangerous, whatever the Ministry of Magic may say. Whatever stage we are said to be at on the scale of danger. We are harmless when not provoked. But, if a group come towards one of us with wands raised of course we are going to defend ourselves. We shouldn't hide. I will not. I am proud to be Mngwa and shall always be.
Last words of Ezeliot Tariat Husband to Eryn Hyracliff

We shall not hide.

So, this was where he went to school, where almost thirty years before Oliver Ezeliot graduated. Being a fully grown Mngwa he could control his large cat form and now so could she. He had been her husband for many years before they had their son, and then they both vanished. Oliver had left Eryn a letter, one that described his attitudes towards humans and the Ministry. She hadn't seen him since and she didn't need to. She was following his words. The walls surrounding the castle and grounds were high, impossibly so. Her long blonde hair fell down her back as she watched the gate. It was early evening on a Saturday. She was waiting for the gate to open, which presently it did. The carriage that came in was pulled by a hideous animal, something she recognised. The skeletal horse turned its head towards her as it pulled the carriage passed. She met its blank eyes for a moment, one creature to another. The gates started to close and she ducked inside.

Once inside she changed. Bones clicked and tendons switches their positions. The shape that emerged was cat-shaped. Looking like a leopard with the colourings of a tiger. With a flick of the long tail, Eryn padded across the growing darkness into forest. She turned her large blue eyes around her, padding silently across the forest floor. On her way she met one creature. It glimmered silver in the light, glowing itself. It raised a horse's head with the glittered horn. Eryn dipped her head and the unicorn responded with a flick of an ear. Eryn picked up speed, trotting across the forest floor, twigs and sticks clicking underneath her large paws.

The empty expanse of space that was the Quiddich pitch was welcoming. Why not be seen, why not be recognised. The stands were all empty, quiet. Each of the fifty foot posts gleamed in the moonlight. She flicked her tail from side to side, her tongue sweeping over her long white canines. In long, easy strides, Eryn loped out from the forest edge and onto the well tended grass of the pitch. Her claws dug into the earth as she came to an abrupt halt. Her sapphire blue eyes and white striped coat stood out against the darkness. To be noticable. She lay herself down, curling her tail around her back paws, the very tip flicking occasionally. She crossed her two front paws, holding up her head as she watched the flickering lights from the castle, there weren't too many on, but a few in the corridors. She lay, watching, waiting for the daybreak to come.

I would call you up every Sunday Night

And we'd stay up 'till the morning light