Post by Fenrir on Jul 19, 2006 6:24:58 GMT -5
Once again like his trips of old between the establishments and his home, it had been relatively short and equally boring. Although this time around there was a chorus of screams, explosions, and other various noises coming from the University behind him; Fenrir could care less at this point. Or was that the truth? For ever since the day that Talon said that he would never be a wolf again; doubt had begun to cling to Fenrir's mind and this thoughts, and these changes let something that was long buried within Fenrir surface once more. A persona that was more a figment of his imagination than a real being, but the being in question had once been whole and alive; Fenrir was the figment in this situation.
Richard's kinder side had finally broken free and had begun to fuse with Fenrir; both beings had quick tempers, but Richard could reign his in whereas Fenrir let it serve as a weapon. The walk back to the Wood had served another thing as well; Richard had come to grips that he had created Fenrir in his time of extreme pain and misery. Richard, no matter how much the Hyde that he had created said otherwise, was always in charge from day one and that thought had unsettled the lycan. Richard had placed the blame on Fenrir's uncontrollability to fight as the reason why he hurt others, but really it was the darker side of Rutherford that had been amplified tenfold. No; the Richard Rutherford that Talon Windwaltz had known could never truly return.
But that also didn't mean that Fenris Fenrir could change for the better.
There was no way that Fenrir could become all roses and lollipops over night, and Richard didn't want that; he wanted a being that had control over himself and came to acknowledge the fact that he had wrecked so much devastation on others. But there was one ardent belief that refused to be put to the chopping block; Human inferiority. For too much of his life, Richard had always been treated inferior by so many different kinds of people that he had begun to hate most of them save a select few. And once he had been turned into a lycan; he had the power to crush those that he had grown to hate over the years, and he labeled all humans as those that had treated him like filth. Even if they had never met before, Fenrir would show no mercy and would cruelly feast on their flesh; yet would not eat other animals out of Richard's love for Nature. So Fenrir was never a true servant of Nature; Richard was a servant to how he envisioned Nature should be.
Shunting those confusing thoughts off to the side for a moment, Fenrir entered the Forest and the moment he did he turned into the 8 foot tall beast that all feared to some degree. Walking at a normal pace to the center where he made his home, Fenrir's eyes couldn't help but stare at the saplings that Roan had planted. So what if some humans had some redeeming qualities in them after all? Most of them were the same and held so little regard toward beings like him that they either carted them off to "preserves" or killed them outright. No; both Richard and Fenrir had very right to hate humans and nothing would ever change that fact. Finally reaching his small mountain that was in the midst of the Wood's oldest and greatest trees; the mountain that Nordic legend claimed to hold within the Great Wolf Fenrir.
Sitting his rump at the base of the mountain, Fenrir's eyes stared heavily at the woodland around him and concentrated deeply. 'Brothers and sisters; come out of your places of hiding, for there is work that needs doing tonight. And only we can accomplish this work; for these tasks are not what men are bred to do. Tonight my friends; we decide whether we help the humans in their pitiful War. What say you?', came Fenrir's thoughts that spread throughout his domain. And slowly, the wolves that lived hin Fenrir's Wood were drawn to his voice and they gathered around their Alpha. Now all Fenrir had to do was to await the Lycans; for they would help Fenrir to marshall his wolf pack and they also would help Fenrir decide if he would march or remain in the Woods.
Much depended on two lycans; so much that they could shape the outcome of the War.
ooc: Come one come all.
Richard's kinder side had finally broken free and had begun to fuse with Fenrir; both beings had quick tempers, but Richard could reign his in whereas Fenrir let it serve as a weapon. The walk back to the Wood had served another thing as well; Richard had come to grips that he had created Fenrir in his time of extreme pain and misery. Richard, no matter how much the Hyde that he had created said otherwise, was always in charge from day one and that thought had unsettled the lycan. Richard had placed the blame on Fenrir's uncontrollability to fight as the reason why he hurt others, but really it was the darker side of Rutherford that had been amplified tenfold. No; the Richard Rutherford that Talon Windwaltz had known could never truly return.
But that also didn't mean that Fenris Fenrir could change for the better.
There was no way that Fenrir could become all roses and lollipops over night, and Richard didn't want that; he wanted a being that had control over himself and came to acknowledge the fact that he had wrecked so much devastation on others. But there was one ardent belief that refused to be put to the chopping block; Human inferiority. For too much of his life, Richard had always been treated inferior by so many different kinds of people that he had begun to hate most of them save a select few. And once he had been turned into a lycan; he had the power to crush those that he had grown to hate over the years, and he labeled all humans as those that had treated him like filth. Even if they had never met before, Fenrir would show no mercy and would cruelly feast on their flesh; yet would not eat other animals out of Richard's love for Nature. So Fenrir was never a true servant of Nature; Richard was a servant to how he envisioned Nature should be.
Shunting those confusing thoughts off to the side for a moment, Fenrir entered the Forest and the moment he did he turned into the 8 foot tall beast that all feared to some degree. Walking at a normal pace to the center where he made his home, Fenrir's eyes couldn't help but stare at the saplings that Roan had planted. So what if some humans had some redeeming qualities in them after all? Most of them were the same and held so little regard toward beings like him that they either carted them off to "preserves" or killed them outright. No; both Richard and Fenrir had very right to hate humans and nothing would ever change that fact. Finally reaching his small mountain that was in the midst of the Wood's oldest and greatest trees; the mountain that Nordic legend claimed to hold within the Great Wolf Fenrir.
Sitting his rump at the base of the mountain, Fenrir's eyes stared heavily at the woodland around him and concentrated deeply. 'Brothers and sisters; come out of your places of hiding, for there is work that needs doing tonight. And only we can accomplish this work; for these tasks are not what men are bred to do. Tonight my friends; we decide whether we help the humans in their pitiful War. What say you?', came Fenrir's thoughts that spread throughout his domain. And slowly, the wolves that lived hin Fenrir's Wood were drawn to his voice and they gathered around their Alpha. Now all Fenrir had to do was to await the Lycans; for they would help Fenrir to marshall his wolf pack and they also would help Fenrir decide if he would march or remain in the Woods.
Much depended on two lycans; so much that they could shape the outcome of the War.
ooc: Come one come all.