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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[tielle_mortevus]

She looks up at the colossal wolf, pondering the question a bit. She doesn't seem all that concerned about the beast's size, nor it's agitated state, though for the sake of everyone else she decides not to be her somewhat bratty self and irritate it further. She strides towards the creature, as though it were just another usual resident of the Nexus.

"Well that all depends on what the chain was attached to, and its purpose. Some are meant keep their bearer bound and imprisoned, some more are like a leash keeping a pet or slave in line..."

She paused for a moment, averting her gaze as she pictured the warped and shattered chains that once hung from her lover's neck and wrists.

"...and others are for the wearer's own protection, and the protection of the ones they hold most dear..."

She turned her attention back towards the wolf, a hint of sympathy in her eyes.

"So what was the purpose of your chains?"

[armbiter]

There is a chilly scent to this one. Something that tells him she is not what she seems, on top of the very un-prey-like confidence. He's curious.

"There were many chains," he answers her slowly, thinking. "Magic bound me to my Mistress, but also love, and it was a pleasure to serve her for thousands of years. But then she was cast aside, and I was bound with moonforged chains and left to die hungry."

"When she raised me again, she was different...the love was gone. The rage was left."

[tielle_mortevus]

She gives the wolf a nod, a slightly crestfallen look washing over her. The feeling of staring into once loving eyes only to be met with something else was all too familiar to her. She let out a soft sigh.

"I understand... perhaps more than you realize... in your case at least there was some emotion left, something familiar to hold on to..."

She pulled out a small hip flask, taking a hearty swig.

"As for me, I was left staring into the hollow void... there was nothing left behind the eyes looking back at me..."