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 An Asgardian Werewolf in New York, Tag: Feral
Fenrir Hróðvitnir
 Posted: Mar 8 2018, 05:43 PM
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New York was the city that never slept, with so many people living in such a confined space, scurrying about a tiny island filled with massive buildings it was difficult to find peace and quiet. Living among the human was an arduous task for one who was clearly superior in every way. Not to mention the rancid stench that constantly assaulted his superior sense of smell. For one who was raised in the poorest of Asgard's villages devoid of indoor plumbing, that was saying allot.

Despite being little more than vermin in his eyes, Fenris managed to continue living among the humans for they could at least provide him with some entertainment and a bountiful supply of fresh meat. Tonight, in particular, Fenris found himself wandering the massive green lands the humans referred to as "Central Park". Perhaps the humans needed a connection to nature when their lives were spent surrounded by cold concrete. The reason for the park's existence escaped him and frankly, he didn't really care. He wasn't there for a picnic, certainly not this late at night, but he was drawn by a familiar odor.

Fenris wore an all-black suit and tie, high-quality material he acquired while exploring the city with his twin sister. The man who operated the store which sold the suit was not to keen on simply letting Fen take it, his tune changed once he saw a glimpse of the beast inside Fen. But at that point it was too late, his meat was chewy and unpleasant to Fen's tastebuds.

Standing where the scent was strongest his eyes focused to the ground, the area was a common ground for humans and was muddled by thousands of scents but Fenris could pick out one in particular. It belonged to the Lady Sif of Asgard, a warrior woman and close ally of Thor Odinson. It seems even she was dragged down to this mud pit, most likely drawn to Thor's presence. The prince had made Midgard his new home for whatever stupid reason and now others of his kind were using this realm as their own playground. While focusing on her scent he became ignorant to the few humans who still wandered the park, a group of miscreants who believed this area belonged to them tonight.

"Hey pretty boy, don't you know the park is closed for a private engagement?.....And I know for a fact you ain't got an invite."

The man called to Fen, acting tough, it was clear he was the head of this pack. They were dressed like commoners, cotton shirts, denim jeans, smelling of tobacco, beer, and drugs. Their putrid stench was more than enough to annoy Fen but the fact that dared to harras him while he was working made their offense unforgivable.

"HEY! You deaf or something!?"

The gang leader shouted when Fen ignored him which only made the human lash out in anger and he attempted to shove Fen. Without much effort, the Asgardian moved out of the man's path which caused him to fall face first to the ground when he missed.

"Flee now before I completely lose my patience. I will not warn you a second time."

Fen spoke in a calm but blood-chilling tone if only the group of humans knew who they were messing with, but they lacked the enhanced sense of smell that would pick up the obvious odor of the great wolf god in sheep's clothing.

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The night called to her. That was the only way she could describe it. It's siren's song was undeniable, the instinct to go out into the night and run as potent and as punishing the first pangs of labor. And she answered the call. She always answered the call. She wasn't called Feral no reason, after all.

Maria charged her way through the park, a blur, her bare feet barely touching the ground, her movements as light and as glorious as a dancers, Maria running simply for the joy of it, every foot perfectly placed, not even breathing hard, her amber, catlike eyes burning in the darkness. Dressed simply, only wearing a black sports bra and some leggings, Feral continued to run, running past the few occupants that dared to brave the park, Maria literally running too fast for them do much to her, her loose brown waves the only thing they really were able to make out before she was gone. Maria ignored them, of course, and she to most humans that didn't pose a threat. They couldn't catch her, after all, and most of them just ended up brushing off what they'd seen, figuring that she must be some crazy fast jogger.

Eventually Maria made it to her favorite corner of the park, reaching a large oak with long swooping branches, Maria leaping up into the tree, climbing up with ease, her clawed hands and feet finding each footholds, Feral inhaling a long breath as she stretched herself out on the branch, her eyes going to the sky, her amber eyes finding the moon, Feral drinking in the sight, letting out a long sigh.

Aaah. Peace and quiet at last.

Maria came to the park often. When you were born in a huge city like New York City, and had enhanced senses, you quickly learned where to go in order to find some quiet. And she needed quiet. Because Maria was started to worry. Shit was getting bad out there. Loner mutants like her were starting to get scared. There had been whispers of crazy shit. Maria had heard rumors that some mutant school got torched. And people kept talking about super beings, like thunder gods and robots and humans who talked to ants. Crazy shit. Maria wasn't sure if she wanted to believe them.

Maria stayed in the tree for another hour, and ended up snoozing, only waking when she heard raised voices from below, Maria blinking her amber eyes open and glancing down. Something was going on. Someone was yelling, Being careful to not move much and to not make any noise, Feral glanced down, and watched the scene unfold, her unblinking gaze missing nothing.

There was a group of young men that appeared to be trying to coral someone dressed in black. Maria analyzed the young thugs, her nose catching the stink on them, Maria making a face, Maria then sighing in disgust. Ah. It was the Morelli brothers and their crew. They came to the park sometimes in order to shoot up, fuck hookers, and make the occasional robbery. Apparently they thought the man in black was easy pickings.

"Hey pretty boy, don't you know the park is closed for a private engagement?..... And I know for a fact you ain't got an invite."

Maria snorted. Whoa. That was original. She'd tangled with them a couple of times, but they quickly learned to leave her the fuck alone. Maria contemplated going down and helping the suicidal fool that was stupid enough to take a walk through Central Park at night, but then shrugged, figuring fuck it. Darwinism.

But apparently the man dressed in black was not the fearful type, and just kept walking.

"HEY! You deaf or something!?" Morelli shouted, clearly not expecting that, and he rushed forward, trying to hit the man in black, Maria blinking when she saw the man in black dodge the blow with ease, Maria tensing, seeing it now. And smelling it. The man in black. He was dangerous. He didn't move like a human did. He moved… almost like… her? And his scent? She could smell it now. Rich. Savory. Blood. He had blood on his lips. Hmm. Interesting.

"Flee now before I completely lose my patience. I will not warn you a second time."

Maria almost laughed. Jeez, who was this guy?!

Snorting, Maria calmly sat up strait, her amber eyes glowing in the darkness, and without another thought she turned and rolled off the branch, landing on the ground without a sound, Maria straightening, inhaling the night air, and moved to lean against the tree, Maria crossing her arms over her chest, waiting to watch the violence ensue, in no rush to join in on the fun.

Something told her that the guy in black would be able to handle it just fine.

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The Morelli bros. and their crew had been a plague for the community for years, the police had their hands full with so much shit going on in the city on any given day that they simply let the small group do as they please. Even when officers tried to bring them in the thugs often got off on a technicality or only served a light sentence, getting out a couple months later and were back on the streets making innocent people fear for their own safety.

In a city overrun with crime, alien invasions, mobsters, and costumed vigilantes the police had bigger problems than the Morelli crew. They could have kept the neighborhood locked in their iron grip for the next decade if they had played it safe but they made the mistake of insulting a god. One they would instantly regret.

The one who fell to the ground after missing Fen was humiliated, he was made to look stupid and weak in the eyes of his crew who were laughing their asses off at his expense. that rage fueled him to pull a switchblade from his back pocket, he'd slice the stranger in the black suit from ear to ear for this humiliation. the subtle click the switchblade made as the blade flipped out caught Fen's attention. He had warned them and they refused to listen.

"Pathetic mortal..."

In that moment the small blade slammed into Fen's gut but instead of killing his target the thug merely broke his weapon the moment it slammed into Fen's thickened skin. Asgardians were far more dense and invulerable compared to frail humansbut the likes of Fen was far more powerful than the average Asgardian thanks to his mixed heritage. The look of shock on the thug's face as his broken blade fell to the ground was priceless. Too bad it would not last very long. Fen's eyes glowed red for a moment as his canine teeth grew larger and in the blink of an eye the mortal's life was snuffed out.

The fierce wolf had torn the mortal's throat out so fast it was beyond what the human eye could percieve, but the fact that blood was stained all around Fen's mouth as the lifeless body of his attacker fell to the ground was all the evidence they needed to know the fear of god, even if he wasn't their god.

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Maria watched the whole thing unfold, her amber eyes glowing in the darkness, a bored expression on her face, arms crossed over her chest, privately hedging bets on how long it'd take for the dude in black to annihilate Morelli's crew. She knew that they were in trouble the second she picked up his scent. He had human blood on his breath. That could only mean that this guy, whoever the hell he was, had no problems with using his teeth on other people. While this would freak out most, Feral wasn't like most people.

She had fangs herself , and had no problem with using them herself. Had she ever eaten human flesh? Of course. Not that she liked the taste of it, mind you. Humans tasted like month old MacDonald's that'd been drenched in week old beer. Rank. Fetid. Spoiled. No doubt it had to do with all the crap they ate. Either way human flesh didn't give her much pleasure, which was why she didn't eat them… but that didn't mean she wouldn't use her fangs on them, should the need ever arise. Nothing unsealed stubborn lips like the sight of her literally eating someone's fingers. Go figure.

Maria watched as Morelli pulled out a knife, the feral mutant not blinking. Typical over-confidant male human. So secure in his superiority. He'd done the same on her a few months ago. Then he was shocked and amazed when she'd grabbed his hand, and broken his all of his fingers. Oh the scream he had made then had been music. Pure music. After that she never had trouble with Morelli's crew ever again, the human now knowing to give her a wide berth. Hell, she even used them for intel every once in a while, which was she'd left them alive in the first place. As vile as they were, in the end they were very small fish in a very big pond. But as pathetic as they were, they still knew shit, and in the end, that was what Maria depended on when it came to doing her job. Nothing killed a mercenary faster than not knowing what was going on in his or her city, a fact Maria had learned long ago. It wasn't about what you know. It who you know and who well you could use them.

The only moment that Maria's expression fluctuated was when Morelli stabbed the dude dressed in black… and the blade literally broke on his skin. Whoa. Wasn't expecting that. The next thing wasn't as exciting, the man in black growing some fangs or something, and literally ripped Morelli's throat open, the gangster falling to the floor with a weak gurgle while the rest of his crew looking on with stunned expressions.

Only to jump in surprise when someone behind them started to slowly applaud.

Maria let out an amused cackle, still applauding. "Nicely done." she said with lazy admiration, as if she were complimenting the man in black's ability to fold paper or something else menial. Because it was. To monsters like them at least.

Maria then let out another giggle, watching as Morelli's younger brother, Gus, reached down, as if he wanted to check if Tony was still alive. Which, of course he wasn't. "Don't bother Gus." Maria called out, the mention of his name causing the poor kid to stumble before he turned to look back at where the voice had come from, his eyes widening when he saw who it was. And just like that poor Gus found out that he was surrounded by monsters. "Just leave 'im." she instructed calmly. "Go on. Go tell your mama her first born idiot died today. And say nothing to the cops, or her second born will follow."

Then Maria lazily watched as Gus and the rest of his 'badass' crew, tucked tail and ran, Maria saying nothing. She'd have to square things away with Gus later. But she could leave that shit for tomorrow. Right now she had the man in black to deal with. Sighing with resignation at the thought, Maria strolled up to Tony Morelli's body and knelt down, completely ignoring the guy in black, Maria going through Morelli's pockets, Maria taking out his wallet, his Glock, and a small baggie of coke, Maria's eyes narrowing at the symbol that was on it. Another dragon bag. Maria scowled at it. She'd seen bags with it before, but she never was able to find out what it meant. And she didn't like not knowing.

Finally, after a moment, Maria finally looked up at the man in black, her glowing, cat-like amber eyes meeting his glowing red, still kneeling, her muscles rippling. If she needed to, she could roll back or shot him with Tony's Glock… but she didn't think it'd be necessary. This guy didn't strike her as some kind of psychopath. And she'd picked up that whole 'Pathetic mortal,' thing. Which meant he wasn't. Which put him out of the mutant or superhuman category, and put him in the 'unknown' box.

"So. Who and what are you?" she asked simply. Let's see where this goes.

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Fenris was disappointed in himself to let a lowly human get under his skin like tht enough to lash out like a wild beast. For the most part, he preferred to be cold and emotionless but given that the full moon would be gracing the sky tomorrow night it meant his more primal urges were stronger. While humans may have twisted his legendary and humiliating defeat by Haakun the Hunter, they were right about wolves and full moons. It was the fateful day when Fenris devoured an old woman to assume her appearance in order to catch the lovely goddess Idunn off guard to take both her and her golden apples for himself. But she was rescued in the nick of time by the hunter and young Fenris was forced to flee. That legend became the tale of "Little Red Riding Hood" to the mortal world.

But unlike their fairytale, the legends about a full moon bringing out the monstrous wolves was more or less true. Fenris could feel himself growing more primal the closer the full moon approached. It was silly to think that a heavenly body could have such sway over a god but it was more or less true. If Fenris really wanted to, he could force himself to remain within his mortal form but to give in to his beast side felt so much better.

As the warm blood dripped from his lips e allowed the strange woman with the canine scent to intervene. She got the mortals to leave with her tough words, a shame really, he wanted to slaughter every last one of them merely for breathing his air. Nonetheless, they left in a hurry as she bent down to rummage through the dead man's pockets to find his weapon. If she thought a bullet was going to do more damage than the pathetic pocket knife she must be mad.

"I am Fenrir Hróðvitnir and I am the stuff of nightmares."

His cold tone had just a hint of a growl as he spoke, this woman's scent was further provoking the beast he was withholding deep inside. At the very least she wasn't stupid enough to fire the human's weapon at him but the night wasn't over yet. If there was one thing Fenrir could always count on was how stupid they could be, especially when they were afraid. The smell and taste of their fear was something he relished.

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"I am Fenrir Hróðvitnir.” The wierdo-wolf-man-thing in the black suit answered.

“Gesundheit.” Maria replied casually, hoping that some humor could maybe lessen some of the tension in the air… although she had a feeling that her lame joke wouldn’t work. Not with this one. This guy was… different.

“And I am the stuff of nightmares.”

Oh really? Maria arched a brow at that, the feral mutant still crouched low, her knees raised, her body tense, ready to spring back. But no attack came.

For a long minute the feral crouched there before the monster man in black, watching him carefully as blood dripped from his jowls, her amber eyes glowing in the darkness, her senses afire. Then, realizing that nothing more was to be said, she sighed. She closed her eyes, and listened, her sense afire. Cops. She could hear them, talking. They were patrolling. They had ten, maybe fifteen minutes, tops.

Maria sighed. Decisions must be made. But first, introductions. “My human name is Maria… but you can call me Feral.”

Maria then glanced down at Tony. She needed to get rid of the body. And she had to make sure that wolf-man got cleaned up. Maria looked up, careful to not meet the wolf man’s gaze, her instincts treating this encounter like an animal would. Whatever he was, he was bigger, stronger, and apparently immortal. Or at least he thought he was, which explained his earlier comment. That made him her superior, or alpha. And just like any lioness who privately knew better than to pester a male lion, she would treat this individual with the respect an alpha deserved.

“I must hide the body. Human police will be here shortly.” Maria said carefully, being careful to tone her words as a request rather than a command… although technically it was his kill, and therefore his responsibility. But something told her that if she didn’t take it upon herself to get this mess cleaned up, the idiot would just stand there and wait for the cops to show up, and then eat them. Which was something she didn’t need. Maria liked this park. She liked being able to come here late at night. Dead cops tended to lead up to more cops filling up the park, and she didn’t need that shit.

Maria reached down carefully and flexed her fingers, watching as her long, two-inch long claws retracted from her fingertips, Maria giving them a dispassionate glance. Then, without a word she jabbed her hand into Tony’s throat, her claws digging into the meat, blood coating her fingers, Maria hooking the claws around his mandible, and with an easy yank, Maria grabbed Tony’s body and dragged it to a large pile of bushes, having no problem with the weight, Maria hiding the corpse amid the brambles, Maria also taking a minute to cover him with leaves. There. That should hide him for now, until the smell caught people’s attention in a couple of days.

Cleaning the blood off her hands on some leaves, Maria also hiding these, Maria then looked up at wolf-man, once again careful to not meet his gaze.

“There is a bathroom where you can clean up. I’ll show you.” Then Maria made a face. “You already stink like human flesh…” she said with disgust. Then she turned and started to walk towards the bathrooms, wondering if the wolf-man would follow. Egh. Up to him really. It wasn’t like she could make some wierdo wolf god do as he was told, right? Right.

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She mocked him when he gave his name, "Gesundheit" indeed. The Asgardian gods shared a gift called the "all-tongue" it allowed them to speak and understand every language they encountered on Midgard and every other realm connected to the great tree. To say Fenris had no sense of humor was partly correct, he knew the woman was trying to be funny and yet he didn't laugh or even crack the slightest hint of a smile. Truthfully his sense of humor was more....morbid. And while he normally slaughtered those who dared show insolence in his presence he decided to allow this woman to breathe for the simple fact that she was different.

She wasn't the typical kind of meat sack he had come to know during his time on Midgard, she was a beast similar to him. He was well aware that there were beings living on this world that were superior to humans and yet still below gods. The Avengers had made quite a statement the day Thor Odinson joined their crusade against Loki the trickster, Fenris' loathesome father. Sadly he was not there to see the mortals defeat the one person Fenris hatedmost in the 9 realms as he was bound to his island prison at the time but has since learned all he could about the incident. She must have been one of the creatures who gained superhuman powers through sorcery or science just like the Avengers.

".....Feral."

He repeated the name back to her with a glint in his eye, a name he would decide to remember as he had never met any beastial creature like himself before on this world besides the one with bone claws but he was much closer to humans than beasts. Feral was much more beast in his eyes which piqued his curiosity.

"You fear the mortals and thier guns...what a pity."

He was disapointed, a creature such as her should be able to handle herself against the humans and yet she hid the dead body to avoid their wrath. Fenris would have rather swalloed the corpse and be done with it but for once he decided to see what this curious little beastie would do next. She commented on his stench and walked away, Fenris decided to follow her. Once at the bathrooms he followed her inside and instantly his eyes were drawn to the mirrors to the right of him. To see his reflection like that made him stare. This outer shell was covered in blood and looked so frail and soft compared to his true self.

"Your gifts, where did you attain them?"

His tone never changed once he calmed down after tearing out the dead man's throat. He kept it as emotionless and monotone as he could, staring at his own reflection as he spoke, unconcerned with how human society worked or how bathrooms were segregated by gender.

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Maria could feel it. The violence. It simmered there, under those red eyes of his, brewing, just under the surface. And any minor slight, any ruffled feather, and it would come bubbling up, like a wave. She had to keep him calm, and get him out of sight, before the cops showed up.

Heading down the bath she knew would take them to the bathrooms, Maria glanced back, able to now see the approaching policemen, her eyes catching the light from the moon, the eyes gleaming. They’d be there in about five minutes. Luckily the strange man in black saw the sense to follow her, Maria holding back on a grateful sigh.

“You fear the mortals and their guns... what a pity.” This Fenrir stated, his tone and words meant as an insult. But Maria knew better then to take the bait.

Tilting her head in thought, Maria analyzed his words, and then her own, picking and choosing them carefully. “Fear? No.” she murmured. “More like I’m not interested in the inconvenience they will be. Like it or not, this city is my home. I like this park, especially late at night. I can run, and no stupid human bothers me. You killing the cops would complicate matters. Dead cops only lead to one thing; more dead cops. And, forgive my frankness, but I don’t need that shit. Just because I can heal fast doesn’t mean that I have time or the energy to spare doing so.” Especially when it’s at the price of others.

Soon the two superhumans reached the bathrooms, and Maria watched as Fenrir walked into the ladies bathroom, his eyes not even bothering to read the sign.

Stranger and stranger.

Saying nothing, Maria followed him inside, Maria blinking once, giving her eyes a chance to adjust to the darkness, then making her way to the sink, Maria also pointing at the man’s jacket. “Take that off. The blood will stein.” She murmured, once again making sure to have her tone sound like a request rather than a command, her eyes also being careful to not meet his. He was the alpha here. And she knew it.

“Your gifts, where did you attain them?”

Maria blinked at that, frowning. Gifts? Not what she’d call them, but whatever. To each his own. “I was born with them.” Maria responded evenly, wetting her hands and then applying soap, Maria hoping the strange man would mimic her movements. “My kind are born with a gene that gives us unnatural abilities and appearances. Most of the time these mutations surface when we’re teenagers… mine however were visible at birth.”

Maria couldn’t help it. As she spoke her voice deepened into a growl, memories welling up. All because of what she looked like she suffered. All because of one fucking little gene her life was made a nightmare. It pissed her off. And it showed. She was one of the haves and she lived on a planet ruled by the have nots. It made life a lot more difficult then it needed to be.

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This creature, the female that seemed to be half beast and half human intrigued him which is the only reason why she was still alive at this point. To say that Fenris was a kind and merciful creature would be a lie. But when it came to the beasts, the wolves and similar creatures of the nine realms, Fenris wasn't as quick to destroy those creatures. In a way he felt connected to them, they were more like family than he ever felt with his own bastard father or mother. Then again Odin had shown more kindness to Fenris than his own father, at least Odin acknowledged him and feared his power. That was why Odin had him locked away for over 800 years on that damned island all alone.

"Inconvenient.......I see."

The woman's bathroom didn't intimidate him. The way mortals acted so prudishly only confused Fenris. Then again with the power he had there was not much of a difference between women and men, Fenris could be either depending on what he ate. She asked for his jacket claiming it would stain with the blood of his victim. Being covered in the sticky red fluid was nothing he hadn't gotten used to hundreds of years ago. And his attachment to these fancy mortal threads was non-existent. Again he did as she asked out of curiosity, removing the jacket and tossing it at her.

"Mutants, creatures born differently. The mortals are quick to accuse your kind of being freaks and monsters. Cast out of your society because of how you were born."

Fenris'tone didn't show any kindness or empathy, they were cold hard facts gathered by simple observation of the world around him. The humans used to love their "superheroes" but more and more have since turned their backs on those with gifts out of fear and jealousy.

"I was born a monster as well, I speak from experience. Hiding from those who want you destroyed is a pathetic way of living. If you desire a long life you need to stop acting like a coward, let them fear the monster they believe you to be."

There was a bit of inspiration in his words though if it was intentional or not was unsure. Still, he had to admit there was a similarity between himself and this creature which was rare even for one who had lived as long as the Asgardian wolf.

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An Asgardian Werewolf in New York.
As Maria stood there, in the women’s bathroom, helping this delightfully strange man, she couldn’t help but think about her own life, her own sense of ‘self.’ The difference were especially made apparent when she looked up and caught her reflection in the mirror, the feral mutant catching the sight of her strange, inhuman features. Her eyes. They didn’t look like normal, human eyes. First of all the pupils were sharp lines instead of round black orbs. And the sclera was amber yellow, hardly any white showing. Then there was her ears. Long and pointy instead of short and round. And finally there was the claws and fangs. Long. Sharp. Deadly. Maria looked at her strange, inhuman features, and couldn’t help but hate them. They were what had made her life so miserable. They were what had made her life hell. All she wanted to do was fit in… but God, or the Devil, had other plans for her. And she hated the world all the worse for it.

“Mutants, creatures born differently. The mortals are quick to accuse your kind of being freaks and monsters. Cast out of your society because of how you were born.”

Maria could only grunt accent… but her wrath? It simmered and boiled just under the surface. It was intolerable. She lived on a planet, so strong, so powerful, but she was one of the haves, surrounded and outnumbered by the have nots. It was hell. She was made all the worse for it.

“I was born a monster as well, I speak from experience. Hiding from those who want you destroyed is a pathetic way of living. If you desire a long life you need to stop acting like a coward, let them fear the monster they believe you to be.”

Maria looked up at that, his words connecting. God it was so strange to have met someone who could just seem to... understand. Fear. Ah yes. Fear was an easy purchase. It came whether she willed it or not. And fear did work… to a point. But only until the have nots figured out how to kill the haves. As they did now. Sentinels. That’s what they were called. Killer machines designed to do one thing and one thing only. Kill mutants.

The have nots were well on their way of exterminating the haves. And just like that Feral had to come into grips with her own mortality. Maria privately wondered how much longer did she have. Days? Weeks? Months? Years? It was hard to fathom. Her occupation was already dangerous to begin with. But now the government was cracking down on mutants and other creatures. And Maria knew that it was only a matter of time that some asshole got lucky. She was living on temporary time. And the clock was ticking. Sooner or later fate would find her. And then? No more fight. No more pain. No more. She almost welcomed it.

“Fear is easy.” Maria found herself saying. “It comes oh so easily. And I relish it.” she said, almost in a whisper. “The sound of their racing heart. The stink of sweat. The begging and pleading.” she said, sounding almost… wistful. “Their fear eases my pain.” Then Maria grimaced. “But it doesn’t last forever. Humans are getting smarter. Now they have machines that kill mutants. Sentinels. And they’re very good at what they do.” Maria turned to give Fenris a sad smile. “Soon fear won’t be enough. Soon there will be war. And then we will see. Maybe I’ll live. Maybe not.” Maria shrugged. “Frankly I don’t care either way. After all. The only thing that’s certain in life is death. Everything else? All relative… So long as I get to take some of them with me, of course. Then the going will be good.” She added with a savage grin, flashing fang.

Then Maria held up the jacket, Maria giving it a shake, her eyes going to the jacket, then to the strange man that stood there, Maria walking up to him, her amber eyes studying him, looking, her eyes finding his. And she froze. He was… fascinating. It was just indescribable. There was just something about him… that made her feel… like he understood.

“What are you…” she asked in wonder, the words slipping out. Then she looked away, blushing, realizing how foolish she must have sounded. What the hell?!

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Fenris was an odd creature, so long as he stayed in his human shell he had the appearance to fit in among the humans or Asgardians and could blend in with either society. But once he gave into the monster in his heart things were very different. Years of training made him a deadly warrior known for spilling the blood of enemies over the battlefields of Asgard but the wolf made him an unstoppable monster, one that even Odin himself feared.

"Perhaps you have not implimented the proper amount of fear, the kind that is passed down from father to son to grandchild. The kind of fear that leaves the humans unable to leave their homes at night for fear of what might be lurking in dark corners."

That was the kind of fear he liked to instill into others, the kind that kept them in line. It was true that there wre those who dared oppose him even after his legend began to spread across the 9 realms but so far no warrior had been able to destroy Fenris Wolf.

"I have seen these machines, they may be formidible but there is no weapon a mortal can build that would destroy the likes of me."

A devious grin began to form, maybe he was just arrogant or perhaps he was simply stating the truth, either way he spoke with the confidence that would have others easily beliving any word he said.

"You speak like a true warrior, unafriad of death. Even if your soul was sent to Hel you would still have no regrets so long as you slaughtered your enemy. I find that appealing in a woman."

Her amber eyes had locked with his, his gaze never broke from hers even as she blushed. If that weren't apparent enough the subtle scent he was picking up from her was enough to tell him the female was interested in him. He reached his hand out and allowed his pointer finger to gently graze her chin.

"I was named Fenrir Hróðvitnir on the day I was born but I am better known as the Fenris Wolf, destined to devour Odin when Ragnarok befalls Asgard."

He assumed the mutant was ignorant to the lore of Asgard as was most of humanity, if they knew anything of the realm eternal it was the shenannigans of Thor Odinson and Fen's black-hearted trickster father Loki who decided to make earth his personal playground. Perhaps it was easier to show rather than to tell allowing himself to shapeshift into a humanoid wolf. His shirt ripped and popped off his torso as his body grew more muscular and coated in thick black fur, his pants ripping up to his knees as his legs became more animal-like with massive paws. Fen had grown at least an extra foot or two as his handsome face became that of a wolf with piercing green eyes.

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Fenris & Feral
An Asgardian Werewolf in New York.
Maria stood in the women’s bathroom, feeling… conflicted. This was a strange encounter, to be sure. When she’d come to the park that night, she’d come to work off the edge, or what she called the burning anxiety and rage that she carried constantly. It was burden, to be sure, and she usually worked it off by running or fighting. Life in the city was stressful for the young feral, to say the least. Everything grated on her, from the constant din of the city, to the stink that seemed to emanate off of everything. But running wasn’t the ONLY way she could work off the edge… there were other ways too… ways that were presenting themselves now.

Namely, sex.

Maria was a complicated creature, with her human mind constantly clouded and driven by strong instincts that constantly wrestled with her sense of self and control. Everything was heightened. Her senses, as well as her instinctual drives. Hunger. Fear. Safety. And yes, also lust. It was what drove animals to do insanely amazing things, such as fight, travel, or even die. And right now, it was oppressively apparent which instinctual drive was pulling at her senses. The need to mate. It wasn't often that she met someone that fit the criteria that hinted at a possible union of sorts. And this Fenrir was checking all the boxes... unfortunately. Maria growled under her breath, frustrated, feeling it. The tingle of skin. The pounding of her heat. Her racing pulse. She grit her teeth and struggled to keep it to herself… but this Fenrir was making it very difficult.

“You speak like a true warrior, unafraid of death. Even if your soul was sent to Hel you would still have no regrets so long as you slaughtered your enemy. I find that appealing in a woman.” Maria blushed at that. Stranger and stranger. He talked like how she thought, saying things she felt and thought, but never uttered. Which was all the more annoying. And then he touched her, Maria feeling his finger caress her chin, his touch causing her to involuntary shiver in delight, a soft purr echoing from her throat, Maria also closing her eyes for a moment as his rich, masculine scent hit her nose. WANT, her instincts screamed. Ugh. NO, her human mind rebuked.

“I was named Fenrir Hróðvitnir on the day I was born but I am better known as the Fenris Wolf, destined to devour Odin when Ragnarok befalls Asgard.” He said, his words causing her to blink, Maria remembering a book she’d read.

Even though she wasn’t the most learned person in the world, having never finished middle school, there was something that Maria did like to do that helped her, and it was read. Now that she could afford it, Maria had something that most modern adults didn’t have; she had a personal library, which contained thousands of books from all makes and genres, both fiction and nonfiction… and there was one book that came to mind after she heard those specific words; her book on Norse mythology. Ever since Maria had heard of the Avenger, Thor, was in fact a real person from another world, Maria had taken it upon herself to study Norse myths in which he and his people was the founder… and one had specifically caught her attention; The Binding of Fenrir.

The story stated that there were few of the Rökkr more demonized than Fenris, or Fenrir, second child of Loki and Angrboda, and few that fall easier into that category. Angrboda was the Mother of Wolves; as leader of the Wolf Clan of the Iron Wood, the majority of her children were werewolf-giants. However, her eldest son by Loki was larger, fiercer, and wilder than all the rest. He grew so huge that it was said that when he opened his mouth, his jaws reached to heaven and earth. When he reached adulthood, he began to go on killing sprees, devouring everything in his path, and he was large and strong enough that no chain could hold him. Desperate, the gods went to the dwarves for their help, and they made a rope called Gleipnir, containing the roots of a mountain, the breath of a fish, the sound of a cat's footfall, the sinews of a bear, the beard of a woman and the spittle of a bird. This weak-looking rope was offered to Fenrir and, suspecting it to be a trick, he asked for a god to place his arm in the wolf's mouth. The God of Courage, Týr, volunteered. When Fenrir was bound, he couldn't shake off the chain and bit off Týr's hand in revenge.

It was one of her favorite stories. As Maria was remembering this, a word came to mind… but before she could say it, her eyes widened even further when suddenly Fenrir… changed. Hearing bones pop, Maria looked up, and then took a step back as she watched as his body seemed to… explode. His shirt ripped as suddenly his body seemed to grow, Maria looking up at the nightmare creature that stood before her, her amber eyes wide and her mouth hanging open, awed. Gone was the fiercely handsome blond man, the man now replaced with a creature from her nightmares… or maybe, perhaps, her dreams. He was taller. More muscular. Black fur covered his body. And his face had warped into some kind of nightmare face, half-man, half beast, his wolf-like, with a puffed up snout, fangs, and bright green eyes.

Maria could only stare up at him, awed. “Fenrisúlfr. The Fame-Wolf. The Fen Dweller.” Maria murmured, shocked. She was standing in the women’s bathroom with an Asgardian wolf god. Holy. Shit. For a moment, all Maria could do was gaze at him with clear fascination and amazement, her cat-like amber eyes going over his fiendish features, a clawed hand instinctively reaching up, her fingers almost touching the fur that covered his body, her eyes meeting his. “You’re Asgardian…” she then murmured in conclusion, pulling her hand back, bowing her head in apology.

But god damn did she want to touch him… she wanted to run her claws through his fur, and she wanted to nip at his throat… she wanted to feel him, taste him. On her. In her. Maria closed her eyes… and inhaled. God damn it. His scent. It was like a drug. And Maria struggled. “Run with me…” she whispered, the words slipping out, the hunger in her words evident… the night… it called to her… and it would be a great honor to be able to run with the god of wolves. And then she’d go home… and NOT do anything else with him… right? RIGHT.

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The animal-like woman tried to mask her urges and while it might have fooled the pathetic humans it did not fool the massive wolf creature standing before her. He lacked the ability to read minds but after living for multiple centuries added to his incredible senses it was easy for him to know just what the creatures around him were thinking as he found the actions of lesser beings predictable. From the scene coming off her and the subtle visual cues he learned her urges were growing now that she had seen his beast/human hybrid form.

The hulking wolf god stared her in the eye once he revealed his true self not out of some romantic notion but as an animal he needed to keep his gaze locked on the female just in case she decided to try something. In the wild it was foolish to ever turn one's back on another beast even if they were a weaker creature. He remained silent as they locked eyes although his ears perked when she uttered those words; “Fenrisúlfr. The Fame-Wolf. The Fen Dweller.” It was rare for him to find a fellow beast let alone one who actually had some education. Fen would have been impressed if he could actually muster up the feeling. Still, her knowledge of his lore did put her further into his good graces.

She asked him to run with her and while he was not one to do the bidding of others the action of running wild did appeal to him as well. He did not bother to give her a response as he simply backed away from Feral while his eyes remained locked on her, his tail slowly flowing and twitching behind the werewolf-like creature. Fen made it 10 feet out of the woman's bathroom before giving out a howl and lowering himself to all fours. Without a verbal cue he simply began to run, heading into the dark forests of Central Park. If the female mutant decided to follow his lead and could keep up she would further prove she was better than the sacks of meat that inhabited this world, if not, she would simply be another potential prey for him to devour at his leisure. Either way Fen came out on top as usual.


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