❝Some people call me an activist that looks out for everyone else. Others call me a mutant. A criminal, a drug lord. But at the end of the day, it doesn't matter what anyone thinks, because any publicity just makes the spotlight bigger.❞

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"We feast not on the blood of humans - though I suspect you are something more."

"Perhaps a faire folk or other such fantasy. Blood equally unfit for consumption."

"It's no agony or tragedy. Only what is and must be."

The smell of blood called to the rafe deep inside - but he calmed it easily. He was, unlike most of his people, truly at one with the beast inside.

"I bleed, to let the pain remind me there are battles left to lose and win in equal measure. I clasp the silver to burn, to remind my spirit it has not been diminished."

"It takes nothing it does not return to me. I have survived, thrived, fought and killed for five hundred years, and I will for five hundred more. Until my song and my wisdom is called home to the Litany."

He paused, looking at the green staining his skin.

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"It is not mine."

He knelt in the grass, running blades between his fingers until the green rubbed into his skin.

"But the shared memory of my people. I can abandon the rage, but it will not abandon me."

//Let's get my sweet baby on the road!

"By Ymir's beard! Hail! Thor, the god of winter!"

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𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖆 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖊𝖓.
𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝕯𝖔𝖔𝖒?

"I have no intention to leave my work unfinished."

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He's preparing tea.

Every other room in the house is littered with men in suits - torn apart and their organs smeared into the floor where he'd trampled them.

"You can't hurt me in any way that matters."

He bared his teeth ever so slightly. There was no pain yet, but that pinprick just before pain that put some of the hairs on his neck standing on end.

"If you want to test yourself, I'm no better friend to have."

"As many as you think I can take."

"I only bite when asked. So don't worry about that."

"Yes."

He held her close to his body now, allowing her to take him in if she so desired.

"I am as well."

"I doubt it would do anything to me at all. But if you want to rake those nails down so badly we can try."

It was a naked allusion to something far more sexual than playing with poison... But he said it so casually, as if commenting on the rain.

"I'm sure you take pride in your craft."

He looked like a war horror where the earth was sending a bomb of violence that walked and ran.

" I am not. You make me curious."

He brought her up close. He was less a figure and more a wall. His chest wasn't defined or sculpted as his human form. Like he was too tall for muscled to look properly. He was a facsimile of a man - a wolf only in shadow and outline.

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"I didn't say to run away."

He pocketed the glasses and moved closer. She could feel hit breath on her shoulder. There was no exaggerated sniffing, just breathing. Letting his sense stew so slightly.

"Poison under your nails. Lavender oil to mask it. How quaint. Do you want to poison me?"

"A net zero score. I love being close to you. The smell of you reminds me of snakes. In turn it reminds me of my youth in the northern rainforests. I killed many snakes there..."

He licked his lips, and with the hand not pushing her back he removed his sunglasses

"Secondly - I want you to run."

"Absurd. You would not sur-..."

His whole frame huffed. A thing that could not and should not laugh chuckled.

"Does this really 'do it' for you?"

If one could hear a raised eyebrow in a question, and fould decipher it from the strange gutteral voice, it would be audible now.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐰.

A 'hand' reaches down, long and wicked nails capped on fur covered, leathery hands. Hands mend to rend, tear, slaughter, and hold nothing but weapons of war made to be held by such monstrosities.

And that hand gently lifted her up like she was nothing.

"You want to mate."

He did not say what he was in any of the formal ways. There was a reason his son comically called him a super villain.

"My purpose is to hunt."

"Tempt you with what?"

His voice was rough but the mouth didn't move - not in any way that seemed to move with speech. His maw was just razor sharp teeth, slightly parting as he spoke.

He knew what she was saying. He wanted to hear her admit it aloud.

His ruined skin lay mostly at his feet, and chunks of the sheep's clothing as it were hung loosely from his arms. Her words made the thing raise an eyebrow.

No fear. No delirium.

"𝘏𝘮𝘮𝘮...? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴..."

"Only so many things smell of fresh skin, and the dryness of an old shed. You lack a lizards comedic eyes. And you are not one of my kind."

Muscles expanded, fur sprouted, and his dark eyes fully turned golden. He stood just shy twelve feet tall; a thing of shadow, sinew, bone, and steel cable coiled under the skin to pass for muscle.

It cast a long shadow, like a four legged wolf. There was a calm, but a quiet anger radiated from him.

"Primordial."

His breathing calmed and became shallow as she began to hear the bones inside of his shatter. His shoulders grew and widened, as something inside of him burst through his skin. The man was torn apart, as the wolf emerged.

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