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Apr 9 2017, 02:33 PM
NOTE: He is... ahem. Naked.

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Lake.<p>

Fenrir had come across many humans- both midgardian and not- in his travels, but none quite like the girl with the hair like fire. She was a small creature, but not quite as feeble as her fellow mortals. Her hand was crafted with metal, as though her entire arm would act as a sword. She was both woman and weapon, with the eyes of a warrior. A Valkyrie in her own right. She spoke of an army, and of another world far different from the one in which they met. She spoke of a portal, where many had gone to hide from Ragnarok (or the 'Darkness', as she called it) when it began to engulf the many worlds.<p>

There was no doubt in the great wolfs mind that this was where Odin had fled, seeking escape from his fate in the jaws of Loki's son. The idea that the king of the Æsir could be so cowardly made the wolf sick to his stomach but it was a notion he could not shake and so- he had followed the girl to her supposed portal.<p>

Once she had crossed he had remained at a distance, having followed her by scent alone- unwilling to enlighten her to his presence. During their meeting she had proved herself an unusually formidable opponent, and he had no wish to invoke the ire of a potential witch. For how else could she suck the soul from those around her? It was not fear which provoked his actions, but intelligent caution. He was about to enter a new and untold realm, to barrel blindly into it would be foolhardy.<p>

So he waited until the moon was high in the sky- and stepped through the shimmering light: it had gone and returned since Lake had gone through it, and as he crossed, Fenrir wondered if it was indeed the same portal.<p>

All thoughts vanished once he stumbled and fell onto the bridge.<p>

The ground beneath him felt unusual- though he knew the material for what it was: wood. It was not the first bridge he had seen, but it was not what he knelt upon that concerned him- but the very fact that he was kneeling. A gutteral sound of anger and shock left him as he looked down at a pair of very human hands and he threw himself back against the beams of the bridge with a snarl that sounded alien to his ears. Lake. The witch had known! She had cursed him to the body of a human, he was certain of it. Rage flooded his senses and he stumbled to his feet, as unsteady as a newborn foal as he charged forward- only to come up short, chest heaving as he grabbed onto the side of the bridge for support.<p>

Where would he go?<p>

A deep inhale, and he picked up the faintest trace of her scent. Thankful that his senses had not diminished despite his far inferior body- Fenrir hauled himself forward, staggering with purpose toward the lights in the distance. She would pay for this insult.



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Mar 5 2017, 09:03 AM
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Lake.<p>

Fenrir had come across many humans- both midgardian and not- in his travels, but none quite like the girl with the hair like fire. She was a small creature, but not quite as feeble as her fellow mortals. Her hand was crafted with metal, as though her entire arm would act as a sword. She was both woman and weapon, with the eyes of a warrior. A Valkyrie in her own right. She spoke of an army, and of another world far different from the one in which they met. She spoke of a portal, where many had gone to hide from Ragnarok (or the 'Darkness', as she called it) when it began to engulf the many worlds.<p>

There was no doubt in the great wolfs mind that this was where Odin had fled, seeking escape from his fate in the jaws of Loki's son. The idea that the king of the Æsir could be so cowardly made the wolf sick to his stomach but it was a notion he could not shake and so- he had followed the girl to her supposed portal.<p>

Once she had crossed he had remained at a distance, having followed her by scent alone- unwilling to enlighten her to his presence. During their meeting she had proved herself an unusually formidable opponent, and he had no wish to invoke the ire of a potential witch. For how else could she suck the soul from those around her? It was not fear which provoked his actions, but intelligent caution. He was about to enter a new and untold realm, to barrel blindly into it would be foolhardy.<p>

So he waited until the moon was high in the sky- and stepped through the shimmering light: it had gone and returned since Lake had gone through it, and as he crossed, Fenrir wondered if it was indeed the same portal.<p>

All thoughts vanished once he stumbled and fell onto the bridge.<p>

The ground beneath him felt unusual- though he knew the material for what it was: wood. It was not the first bridge he had seen, but it was not what he knelt upon that concerned him- but the very fact that he was kneeling. A gutteral sound of anger and shock left him as he looked down at a pair of very human hands and he threw himself back against the beams of the bridge with a snarl that sounded alien to his ears. Lake. The witch had known! She had cursed him to the body of a human, he was certain of it. Rage flooded his senses and he stumbled to his feet, as unsteady as a newborn foal as he charged forward- only to come up short, chest heaving as he grabbed onto the side of the bridge for support.<p>

Where would he go?<p>

A deep inhale, and he picked up the faintest trace of her scent. Thankful that his senses had not diminished despite his far inferior body- Fenrir hauled himself forward, staggering with purpose toward the lights in the distance. She would pay for this insult.



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The world was proving too large for his tastes. Legend had dictated that, once free, he would devour the world. Yet as he walked, the more impossible a task it seemed. The wolves of the night swirled around his feet and he found himself growing impatient. Odin was nowhere to be found in this seemingly endless realm, and the midgardians were growing more bold by the day. Countless times he found himself set upon by their meager hoards. Their small swords and spears glancing off his skin or proving to be mild irritations but irritating nontheless. Why they sought to kill him, he hadn't been certain at first; but by the fiftieth attempt he began to see his grandfathers hand in it all. The most obvious explanation was that Odin, in some desperate attempt to escape his fate- had rallied the mortals into battle against the great wolf. An ultimately pointless endeavour, and the very thought caused a low chuckle to rumble through his chest. If Odin truly sought to fight fate, why not send the Aesir? Why not send Thor?<p>

So lost in his thoughts, the mighty wolf did not realise he had come upon the ocean until the briny depths were up to his ankles. He froze momentarily, mind thrown back to the island that had been his prison for countless centuries and a snarl tore through his throat, spitting foamy blood onto the surface of the water. He refused to allow a body of water to cause him any inkling of fear. So, with a resolute stubbornness; he waded into the ocean.<p>

It was some time before he found land again, and upon hauling himself up onto the shore, Fenrir was relieved (an emotion he refused to acknowledge) to find it was not in fact his island. While this was a pleasing notion, it also rubbed in just how huge the world truly had become. At least if it had been his old prison, he'd know he had travelled the world and exposed its secrets. Rather than become mired in those same thoughts that had trapped him before, Fenrir shook them from his mind along with the water that had clogged his fur. The action soaked the trees and the rocks around him- and put out a small bonfire a mile or so away.<p>

Unaware of (or simply unconcerned by) the unexpected company, Fenrir settled down on the sand, stretching out and allowing himself a well earned rest.

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The real world had taken some adjusting to. He just didn't fit in this world. After all, he had not been born to roam free among the midgardians: his had been a more dramatic tale. Yet with his destiny put on hold and his shackles broken regardless, Fenrir had had to adapt, and swiftly. Since crossing the portal life had been quite difficult, and it had taken longer than he cared to admit to come to terms with it all. Being human was not remotely easy. It hadn't taken long to make enemies, one in particular: after locating his sons within their vessels, it had become increasingly clear that there were those who would object to his helping Hati and Skoll return to their right minds. At first the very idea of a mortal opposing him had been laughable- and laugh he did, long and hard; until it became annoyingly apparent that Emmett had the capability of making his job very difficult. His fellow wolf simply did not understand that Atalo and Aodh were simply the vessels for his children; unimportant mortals, with no destiny of their own save to open their minds and hearts to the wargs destined to swallow the sun and moon respectively. No, Emmett considered the vessels to be his brothers. Pathetic, truly, and yet not an easy notion to destroy.<p>

Over the months Emmett had made it impossible for Fenrir to get either of the boys alone, and while of course he could expend the extra energy to take the other wolf out of the picture- Fenrir found himself curiously unable to. Part of him instinctively blamed Lake: she was having a terrible influence on him after all… but in the end, he blamed the human body he'd been lumbered with. His strength and force of will simply did not translate fully into the midgardian form he was forced to take in San Francisco. Yet, when he tried to locate the pups on the other side? They'd been far too small. The frustration had led to the destruction of an entire section of the first city he came across in the old world.<p>

So, he'd shelved the idea for now. He had not given up, no- for Ragnarok was still most certainly his primary aim. However, he had conceded that for now… perhaps, freeing his sons was not his priority. Hati and Skoll had made this mess for themselves, and he could not always be there to fix things for them. After all, it was pure happenstance that freed him before his time- and Ragnarok could not happen without Odin's presence. For now, Fenrir had settled on finding the allfather before he bothered with the pups again. It seemed like far less of a headache.<p>

This world was turning him soft.<p>

He'd been in the middle of a drink when the doorbell sounded. Instantly on guard- for he'd not yet grown used to the harsh noises of this modern world- Fenrir stalked to the door, yanking it open with a scowl aimed at the figure before him. "What the fuck do you wa- ..." The glare gave way to an unnatural grin, showing too-sharp teeth as his posture relaxed. "Atalo. What are you doing here?"
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This world was unknown to him. In the centuries that had passed him by the world had grown, people had adapted and evolved. While his own world had fallen to ruin, humans had seemingly done well for themselves in others. These large, cold structures had no meaning to him; he could not comprehend them, nor their importance to the mortals. Even his companions seemed out of step, milling about him with a sense of unease so strong it permeated the air. This was the territory of a different sort of predator. Wolves clearly had no place here and yet, Fenrir was not perturbed. His size offered him a confidence precious few were able to share with him and he continued to move through the buildings- curious at how some towered above even he. Some streets were too narrow to pass down and so he kept to the main road, carelessly crushing cars and benches beneath his paws as his ragtag, shadowy pack kept close to his heels.<p>

His shoulders brushed against the buildings as he passed, scraping against skin and as he walked, Fenrir became increasingly aware of someone. He knew, having been a predator all his life and being rather well versed in the matter of hunting- how a hunters mind worked. Someone or something had certainly been following him for some time now. He felt their gaze, sharper than the dull creatures at his feet, he felt their presence as keenly as he felt his own in this cold place. The wolf's large head lifted and he tasted the air, breathing in deep and letting his tongue hang out; breath billowing in great clouds about his face. The someone was close.<P>

A low growl, curiously akin to a chuckle; reverberated in his chest and echoed about the street as he continued on, his stride slow and purposeful. While he was keeping a look out for his would-be hunter, Fenrir was careful to keep his ears at a casual angle. The very last thing he wanted to do, was spook the follower by letting them know he was on to them. He would wait, wait until their confidence allowed them to get too close; wait until hubris proved to be their downfall.<p>

Finally, when his patience was beginning to wear thin- the creature got just close enough for him to turn on them; his jaws parted and impossibly large fangs beared as he lunged forward. In order to reach the woman (he assumed, for she bore a curious resemblance to how he remembered Sigyn to look) he had to rear up on his back legs; slamming his front paws into the side of the building and enjoying how it shuddered under his weight. He did not seek to eat the woman nor harm her just yet- really, he only sought to give her a fright. Two and a half tons of wolf hurtling toward you at speed would surely give anyone a decent spook.<p>

Saliva hung around his jaw as wild eyes glared down at the girl, with her curious limbs. Fenrir could honestly say he'd never seen anything like her limbs, and for a moment he looked a little less murderous, and a little more intrigued. Soon enough, though, the anger returned and his hackles rose- another growl rising in his belly. “Why are you following me, midgardian?”

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