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Dec 24, 2010 12:52


Characters: Fenrir, Open
Date/Time: December 24, morning
Location: Stairway landing between the third and fourth floors
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Creepy-ish imagery, memories of violence
Summary: Freddy is starting to remember

'He'd been thinking of himself as Fenrir. That wasn't even a name.' )

kerberos, fenrir

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hellburning December 24 2010, 19:11:35 UTC

There was only one other entity within the building who could've possibly known what he was going through. That once, he'd had four legs. Sharp teeth, an elongated snout. But unlike Fenrir, the person -- if they were really a person -- coming down the steps from the fourth floor knew little of cages, and more of gates, of rivers and ferries and duty.

Kerberos stopped five steps down the flight, pausing to scan the crumpled figure. He'd abandoned his post at Hades' side, understanding that scoping the place out was the duty of a guard dog -- to make sure he knew every corner in the event that danger arose. And if it did, there was no doubt he'd be there faster than should've been possible.

His inhuman ability to pick up scents from far away hadn't diminished during his short time here. If anything, it'd intensified. He'd picked up Fenrir's scent, familiar in a way he couldn't explain, and with the curiosity of the cats he so loathed, the former beast sank down into a crouch. To observe.

To prey.

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famous_wolf December 24 2010, 21:21:49 UTC
The smell of another canine (and something way in the back of Freddy's mind screeched over the use of 'another') broke slowly through Fenrir's latest hallucination or flashback or whatever the hell they were. Slowly, he realized that he could move, that his legs weren't bound and he could close his jaw. He blinked a few times, sniffing the air.

There. A dog, only it wasn't a dog. It was shaped like a man, moved like a man, but the scent was unmistakeable. Slowly, keeping his back to the wall, Fenrir rose out of his fetal position into a crouch, his lips pulling back to show teeth.

"You," he growled out. "Who are you?"

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hellburning December 24 2010, 21:37:04 UTC

A few moments of silence ticked by as Kerberos kept his distance, eyes still on the other. He stood his ground, making sure to maintain eye contact, which spelled out one thing only -- this was a challenge. Whoever was the first to break it was the weaker one. The one less capable; it was a battle for dominance.

"You know what I am," the hellhound eventually returned, keeping so very still on the step. "Does it matter who?" He didn't think it did. A dog was a dog. But this one wasn't a normal dog -- he smelled differently. More feral.

Wild.

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famous_wolf December 25 2010, 03:41:41 UTC
Fenrir rose up slowly, keeping eye contact with the dog the whole time. He knew well enough how fights for superiority worked in dogs; he'd spent his whole life around them. But it was strange now, how it stopped being something he'd just observed and become something he knew. It was as instinctive as squinting at a bright flash of light or jumping at a loud sound.

"You look like a man," Fenrir (Freddy, something in his mind protested. His name was Freddy, damn it) said, teeth still bared. "But you're a dog if I've ever seen one. How?"

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