To keep the Wolf from the Door...

[armbiter]

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: 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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[armbiter]

More than he seems, perhaps! He seems like a lot just by being huge...at least, Fenrir likes to think so. The wolves of Asgard and Vanaheim were always large, but Fenrir is a cut above them.

"Pup," he repeats, and sounds amused, and pleased. It's clear the human is trying to relate on wolf-level, and it's good manners.

"I am of Asgard," he says. "Bigger and older than any Midgardian wolf. But...not so different otherwise. What do you see in me? What is a wolf to you?"

[midnight_devil]

The word Asgard hits Vars and he stares a moment, intently, and wondering what wolf this was before him. It could be some nameless wolf but there were others; Skoll, Hati, Geri, Freki, Garmr, and surely others lost in the oral traditions. If Vars was treading lightly before, now he was even more so, and the recognition was there in his gaze. He couldn't be sure which one but there was definitely a list in his mind that he was running through and trying to remember all the qualities of each wolf from mythology.

"Not certain which wolf." He figured better to admit that he didn't know. Honesty was usually a good thing and could clear up his own thoughts. "Wolf is loyalty, protection, willpower, fearlessness. Destruction, hunger, chaos, hunting. Two sides, like man."

Vars might follow Fenrir but he saw both aspects of the wolf. It was what he saw in himself, too. He was like a father or uncle to most but he had also killed people.

[armbiter]

If he were a cat, he could purr at this assessment. It's flattering, but not cloying. "Predator and Pack," he agrees. "Howls and Hunts."

He didn't expect the man to know him at a glance. There are, after all, others whose names were known on Midgard, though more were feared than admired. "Humans also need pack. Family. This is wise."

"I am Fenrir. I ran at the the side of the Goddess of Death, but she is no more. What is your name, Midgardian?"

[midnight_devil]

"Make own pack." Vars commented. With his parents and grandparents deceased the Norwegian had to patch together his own pack. First the punks on the street, and now his band.

Vars' eyes went wide because he wasn't expecting to run into his deity. Then again, Loki was around so he should not have been as surprised as he was.

"Vars Hagen." Despite the chill, Vars slipped the jacket off his shoulder to show Fenrir the full shoulder tattoo he had of Fenrir breaking his chains. "One of yours."

He meant that respectfully, but it was hard to say how Fenrir might receive it. However, he would not hide that part of his feelings toward the wolf now that he knew which one was before him.