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nexus_crossings2024-01-06 01:35 pm
armbiter) wrote in nexus_crossings2024-01-06 01:35 pm
To keep the Wolf from the Door...
There is a predator in your plaza, Nexus. Granted, that's hardly unusual. There are predatory entities of all kinds here, and by and large they've learned to play nice, but this one is very New, and there is something about him that looks exceptionally dangerous.
A massive wolf, he is easily the size of a Midgardian three-bedroom house. His fur is oily black, with highlights of blood and frost that seem to be a part of him. He smells of ashes and death, and the green of his eyes is far too bright, feverish. It's not just that he looks like a dangerous animal, though. His body language, for anyone that knows canines, is tense, fearful, like a cornered stray ready to snap.
Look, he's had a rough day.
The antiviolence field is working overtime on this one, because not only is it protecting the people around him from a sudden lunge, it's keeping anyone from bumping into him accidentally, as if in recognition of his hair-trigger mental state. Even leaves blowing towards him swerve away as if pushed aside.
You know, 'dog' spelled backwards is 'god'.
"What do you do with a broken chain?" Is his question. Yes, he speaks, and his voice rumbles, almost making the ground shiver beneath his paws. "Can you eat it?"
((ooc: Justcoldsong's player here messing around with an MCU iteration of Fenrir, don't ask me where I'm going with this, I'm just going. Please do not pet the doggo, he bites.))
A massive wolf, he is easily the size of a Midgardian three-bedroom house. His fur is oily black, with highlights of blood and frost that seem to be a part of him. He smells of ashes and death, and the green of his eyes is far too bright, feverish. It's not just that he looks like a dangerous animal, though. His body language, for anyone that knows canines, is tense, fearful, like a cornered stray ready to snap.
Look, he's had a rough day.
The antiviolence field is working overtime on this one, because not only is it protecting the people around him from a sudden lunge, it's keeping anyone from bumping into him accidentally, as if in recognition of his hair-trigger mental state. Even leaves blowing towards him swerve away as if pushed aside.
You know, 'dog' spelled backwards is 'god'.
"What do you do with a broken chain?" Is his question. Yes, he speaks, and his voice rumbles, almost making the ground shiver beneath his paws. "Can you eat it?"
((ooc: Just
coldsong's player here messing around with an MCU iteration of Fenrir, don't ask me where I'm going with this, I'm just going. Please do not pet the doggo, he bites.))
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It doesn't hurt to be called beautiful, either, to be honest. His ears are back, but the snarl of his lips eases a little. "Yes. You may admire."
He's a magnificent monster, he knows that. Hela used to say nice things to him.
The Doctor's answer isn't one he likes, though, and he growls again. "Don't want it mended. What is dentist?"
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The Doctor made a screwed up face before going back to his usual beaming smile. Even faced with a huge fierce-looking canine he didn't back down and showed no fear. Why fear something just because it was bigger than you and had big scary teeth?
"Dentists? People who look after your teeth. Awful joke-tellers though dentists. Oh, and sometimes you get these free stickers that say well done for sitting in the chair and not screaming. It's all good fun."
The Timelord kept an eye on his new canine friend and hoped he wouldn't be breakfast.
"I'm the Doctor and you are?"