The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Charlie, Nox (and Fenrir's corpse)
When: late Sunday night
Where: starting outside
What: Charlie finds Fenrir dead while out for a run

Charlie was actually in a somewhat good mood. Ok, so it wasn't all that 'good', but it was a great deal better than he'd felt in recent weeks. He was finally starting to come to terms with what had happened and attempting to move forward with his life. All the running he'd done lately was proving to be the best therapy of all. He could talk and talk with the people in his life, but that didn't work as well as exerting energy and clearing his mind in the process.

It was typical for Cassius to run ahead of Charlie. He was an athletic and adventurous dog. But Cassius rarely ran too far, and he always came back when Charlie called. Tonight, he caught the scent of something and bolted. Charlie was yelling after him, but the dog didn't come. "Fuck," Charlie groaned and sped off in the direction where Cassius vanished. If it was a rabbit in a bush or a cat up a tree, Charlie would send the dog to bed without a treat tonight. Sadly, that wasn't the case. Charlie stopped in his tracks when he caught up with his dog. Cassius was sniffing and nudging a body on the ground.

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Who: Fenrir and Sydni
When: Lunch time
What: Fenrir needs some explaining to be done
Where: Lunch room.

Fenrir was thoroughly confused. And he wanted to find out answers. So he decided to try "talking" about that confusion instead of just labeling it as something stupid that humans did. So when he plopped down at the same table Sydni was, it wasn't with forewarning, he simply did. He didn't see a reason to ask, after all she had said she was his friend. So that was what friends did. They talked about things.

Still, even in his abruptness, the Fenrir sitting across from Sydni was as calm as mist over a flower bed. His eyes were what gave him away. There was happiness in them. Not just for himself, for the news.

Though he didn't understand it, Mikhail and Sydni had both told him, in their own way, that they were to be mates. Being mates meant that soon children would come, and Children, he had found, made him happy. "So you and Mikhail'r going to be mates? What are these human traditions though? Rings and words I don't understand? You say you are mates so you are mates."

Who: Fenrir and Tad
Where: The Weight Room
What: Two Tough Guys Work Off Some Steam
When: Friday Afternoon.

( Two big tough guys pumping iron )

Who: Fenrir and Heather (And Karishma)
Where: Heather's apartment
When: Thanksgiving
What: A feast of sorts.

Fenrir was, surprisingly, nervous. He had never been to a Thanksgiving dinner. In fact, he hardly knew what one was. He did know it involved Turkey (he had gone hunting for the school yesterday. Luckily wild turkey's were becoming a problem in the Boston area, so he had no trouble finding plenty) and that it was a celebration of sorts. But he didn't know what do at all.

He had asked a few people, mostly with little help (his reputation preceded him) but he had eventually learned that he should dress up, and bring something. He didn't know how to cook at all, so in going out to buy some nice Clothes he had also purchased an apple pie.

He felt very constricted in the dress shirt and suit coat he had purchased. The woman who had helped him decipher the maddening system of numbers involved in purchasing dress clothes had tried to get him into a tie as well, and he had amazingly not bit her head off. Though she did look very startled when he growled at her. But he wanted to be presentable and so he would suffer through it. He cocked his head to let out a soft pop, before he knocked on the door.

Who: Fenrir and Heather (and Karishma)
When: Tuesday night
Where: infirmary
What: Heather goes to check on Fenrir

Heather heard about the fight shortly after it happened. She had been reassured that both Fenrir and the student would recover, so she didn't rush off in a panic. She couldn't afford to do that when she had so much more responsibility now.

Being a mom was HARD! It wasn't that she had never appreciated all her own mother did, but now she truly understood what a drain it was on the body. Any fears Heather had in recent years about gaining a few pounds were now gone. She'd already lost two pounds this week from all the chasing, lifting, and feeding someone other than herself. But Karishma brought new joy to her life. She'd never felt so wonderful.

Seeing as how Heath was out and about, Heather had no choice but to bring the toddler along to the infirmary. Heather hoped that Karishma wouldn't upset Fenrir.

With the little girl resting on her hip, playing with Heather's hair, the pair of them entered the infirmary. Two sets of eyes darted around the space. Heather knew what she was looking for... Karishma was simply entertained by a new place to explore. The child wiggled around in Heather's grip, but Heather softly said, "No, no... we have to be quiet in here. There are people sleeping." Karishma and Heather were still getting to know each other, and the child was good at pushing boundaries, but Heather remained firm. Sensing that Heather was very serious about behaving in this particular case, the little girl calmed down.

Spotting Fenrir, Heather walked over to his bedside. He was out cold. She wasn't sure if he was unconscious due to what he'd experienced, or if he was just sleeping. She whispered, "Fenrir?"

Who: Fenrir and Erin
Where: The Very Populated Cafeteria
When: Dinner
What: Fenrir explains his behavior.

Apologizing was not Fenrir's strong suit, but neither was attacking students for no reason. So he was stuck between himself and a hard place. But he knew he had to, that Luna was watching him, and it was his responsibility to take care of his mistake. He huffed once as he stepped through the doors of the cafeteria, and inhaled deeply when he entered, sifting through the scents to find what he was looking for. It was hard at first, with food everywhere, and he received more than his fare share of stares for standing in the middle of the walking area, just sniffing, but no one said anything. His reputation was known by now.

Finally he caught the scent he was seeking, that unnatural icy scent he had smelled before. Opening his eyes, he made his way in her direction, picking her out at a table as he grew closer. He gave one more deep breath, before arriving from behind her and sitting down from across her before she could object.

"I have some explaining to do."

Who: Roger, Dante and Fenrir
What: FIGHT!
Where: Hallways of School
When: Tuesday Afternoon
Why: Apparently the only person with a shorter temper than a moody lycan is a half demon with two personalities
Rating: R for language and violence

Roger was still trying to get the hang of being back in school, so he tended to rush through hallways without really watching where he was headed. What he remembered of high school, memories of almost 15 years ago, was that you had to rush to get anywhere on time and teachers would bite your head off if you were late. So he was trying to remember where he was headed and wasn't looking at all where he should have been, which was a natural recipe for colliding right into someone. It didn't feel like a someone so much as a something, and that something felt like a brick wall.

Roger stumbled back a few feet, only now looking where he was going. "Crap," he said nervously, realizing he'd actually hit a person, "I'm s..." The word died in his throat. Although the man before him was an inch shorter than he, Roger felt very small compared to him. The guy was twice as thick as he was, with muscled arms that seemed capable of snapping a tree trunk in half. He looked strong, solid, and most importantly, unhappy.

Who: Fenrir and Sydni
Where: The halls
When: After his meeting with Zevira
What: Fenrir confesses to going a little crazy.

Fenrir was fully shocked with himself. It almost seemed as if some other person had taken over him when he had talked to the pink gem girl. He had been collected, had not been filled with rage. He'd even helped her off the floor after running into him. All of this and she wasn't even a wolf. Not even a lycan! Just a girl he had happened to run into to.

For all of that, there was a small smile on his face as he walked down the halls, almost as if he knew Luna was watching him and that she would have been proud. Over his two days of sleep, he had met her again and she had been more than upset over his allowing delusions to rule his judgement. He'd recieved quite a talking to about his thick headed desire to injure himself as often as possible. Even so, though, just seeing her had calmed him considerably. And he had promised he would try harder.

So when he saw Sydni, he was practically beaming. Well, at least for him. He walked over in a much more collected fashion than was usual for him. Not so much the lumbering hulk, but more comfortable with himself, standing tall and strong but not intimidatingly. He had much to share, and she might tell him this new him might put him on better terms with Heather. He had talked to Luna much about that as well.

Who: Fenrir, Zevira
Where: A generic hallway
When: Afternoon (post bed-busting)
What: On her way back from throwing laundry in the dryer, Zevira runs into a rather unfriendly face.

The only thing on the young Gemman's mind between her dorm room to the laundry room was the fact that she had bent the metal in the platform of her bed. Mentally she replayed what she had done, to see if there was some clue as to why it had happened. No. Nothing. The same thing she did every time to get on her bed happened. Zevira had stepped back about three paces or so, took quick strides, and lightly leaped onto the bed. Everyday it was the same thing and nothing happened to the bed then. Most of the time she was careful to not even make a sound when she got on the bed by putting her hands down first and rolling onto her rear once she was more or less on. That was the same today, too.

In the bathroom where she kept a scale she weighed herself. Same as usual, if not perhaps a pound over. (Zevira kept a scale more for a gem count than her actual weight. She weighed more than a girl her body size would due to the solid gemstones in her skin.) It was quite troubling. So far the only bites to her journal online were Cassie. That silly girl. Sometimes Zevira didn't know whether or not to take what she said seriously or laugh it off. Their brief conversation about Vinnie had left the Gemman to nod and pretend like she really knew what Cassie was talking about. Without proof she wasn't going to condemn Vinnie to "player" status. It was just easier to agree than argue.

She had bent the metal framework under the mattress after returning from putting her clothes in the washer. Most of the time she didn't wait so long to do her laundry but the machines had been filled whenever she went to go do it. Now that she finally had a chance she figured she might as well. Grabbing two dryer sheets and her school ID card, Zevira went to the laundry room and threw her things into the stacked dryers, taking up two. Her things would dry better if it was spread out. Adding the sheets, she went to shut the lowest machine door. The aluminum of the door banged so fiercely with her (what she thought was usual) soft touch that it didn't even shut appropriately and swung back open. Gasping, Zevira very carefully pushed both of the doors closed, started the machines, and started to run back to her room.

What if she had been palling around with a friend and pushed them? If a lock on a door didn't shut a person was not going to stand. What if they got hurt because of her? Trying not to worry and just get back to her room to maybe watch some television, chill out and relax, there came a dark figure in her way. Throwing up her hands to try and stop herself, Zevira collided with a man's wide chest before falling to the ground. If that tile cracked she was going to drop out of school and go live in her house forever.

Fortunately, it didn't crack.

"I'm sorry!" cried the pink haired student as she looked up from behind a flurry of curls that had fallen in her face. "Are you alright?"

Who: Fenrir and Erin
Where: The gym
When: Evening Yoga
What: Fenrir gets in yet another altercation with a student.

Fenrir had not slept since Wednesday. He had not slept since the vampire had attacked a student, and it was evident as he schlumped into the gym ten minutes after the class should have begun. He grunted something unintelligible, threw his bag onto the floor and stumbled over to the front where he unfurled his mat and stood straight, giving a huge yawn before barking out "Sun Salutations. Now!"

Though he was leading the class, it was evident from his movements that he was failing miserably. He was stiff and not breathing correctly, and his mind was not in it at all. After only ten minutes he couldn't even do the balance exercises. And he was taking it out on the students, yelling at them to focus and do the movements right.

Who: Fenrir and Heather
Where: Heather's Apartment
When: After Fenrir's Yoga Session
What: Heather requests a chat.

Fenrir was nervous. That was the only word he had for it. He wasn't nervous because he was afraid of Heather. If anything he wanted to fight her again. And he wasn't nervous because he was worried what she might tell him. He had gone for quite a long time without companionship. And it wasn't like he expected anything from her. He had lost. And he had never been well liked. So why would he be nervous?

He didn't know, and he didn't like it. But he was feeling particularly calm after his yoga session, and he'd been different ever since his visitation on Saturday. He wasn't sure how yet, but he felt better than he had in a long while. Like a weight was disappearing from within him. Which wasn't to say he had changed completely. He just felt like there was something more to life than the cold rage he had kept inside for so long.

He knocked lightly on her door and stepped back, arms behind his back. He'd done good yesterday and hope to keep the streak going today with being good. He knew that he was being watched now.

Who: Fenrir and Sydni
When: Evening, after the 8 P.M. Yoga session
What: Fenrir Needs Sydni's help
Where: Sydni's apartment

Fenrir wasn't sure of things now. He had been at the time of the full moon. Then things had slowly gone downhill. First Heather had kicked his ass, then he had gotten that note which had lead to a vision that rocked the very foundation of his world. He wasn't sure how to go about things now, but he did now what he had set out to talk with Sydni about. So that's what he would do. Talk to Sydni about trying to win Heather's favor.

He had gone back to his apartment to shower after the yoga session, not wanting to smell of strenuous activity. It was what he would expect someone to do for him if the situation were reversed, and it made him less threatening if he went dressed in decent clothes as opposed to his usual muscle shirt and shorts.

Dressed in a white long sleeved shirt and jeans, he felt slightly uncomfortable, but he knocked at Sydni's door anyways. He was still slightly bruised from his encounter with Heather, and his manner was clearly different then what had been before. He didn't hold himself as high. And there was something different in his eyes. Not the cold and predatory calculation that normally nested in his gaze, but a different sort of something was there. A different sort of thinking.

Who: Heather and Fenrir (dun dun DUUNNN!)
When: Sunday night
Where: Fenrir's apartment
What: Heather is gonna rip his balls off and shove them down his throat!
Rating: R for violence and language

Heather was furious. FUCKING FURIOUS! The condescending little note. The raw meat. And just her general hatred of Fenrir and pretty much everything he represented to her. He was just like every asshole who had ever told her she was 'just a girl' and therefore couldn't play with the big boys. Well, she'd proved them all wrong (sending some to the emergency room in the process), and she'd prove Fenrir wrong too. Fucker was going DOWN!

Storming through the halls, her bare hands clenched around the pieces of meat he'd given her, she left a trail of blood and other juices in her wake. Her hands were squeezing the flesh... punishing it... and she hoped she'd soon have the chance to do the same sort of damage to his face. She knew she probably should have taken some time to cool off and really think about what she was doing, but Heather was just too damn mad. Meditating and/or praying wouldn't work this time. Hitting a punching bag wouldn't deliver the same sort of satisfaction. She needed to attack this problem head on. Destroy the source. The symptoms would go away once the problem was dead and buried.

Arriving at Fenrir's door, Heather slammed her fist full of meat against it with all her might. The door frame rattled violently, protesting her greeting. "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" she said in a growl. It was a good thing Saffron was gone, because Heather didn't want to put her friend in an awkward position to punish her.

Who: Fenrir and Open
When: Saturday Afternoon
Where: Woods around the Boston Area
What: The Hunting Trip

Fenrir had rented a van for the occasion, which had required all sorts of fun interactions with humans. But after nearly terrifying three receptionists to death and being removed from quite a few agencies, he had managed to compose himself enough to rent a van and be done with it. On the plus side, his earlier frustrations had made him a far better driving companion, and he barely said a word as he ferried his hunting companions out into the woods where he knew deer were abundant. There had been less hunters over the years, which meant deer populations were on the rise. And there would be no hunters in the earea, since hunting season was over. Luckily they were going hunting without weapons, and Fenrir didn't give a damn about the rules anyways.

As he stepped out of the van, he stretched his muscles, cracking his knuckles and his neck in the process, and inhaled deeply, reveling in the fresh air. He turned to face the group with a large smile on his face and actually seemed rather happy, which was almost as disturbing was him being upset. "So then, who's ready for a hunt? Do we want to go individually or see if we can try a little pack hunting?"

Who: Fenrir and Kim
Where: The grounds
When: Afternoon
What: Fenrir meets a new werewolf.

Fenrir had nothing particular to do, and so he passed the time walking, focusing on the plans running through his head for the full moon. He was excited at the chance of putting on a celebration like the old days, how things should be. He wasn't sure how well it would work with the lycans less in control than his pack had been, but it kept his mind off of trying to force his less desirable ways on people and he had been informed that was a good thing. Especially after his conversation with that Jao woman. If the headmistress had not broken them up...

It was then that he smelled something, a wolf he had not met, and he could not help himself from being drawn to the scent. His Alpha instinct told him to find out if they were a threat, and if they were not he was interested in discussing a celebration. He didn't know how things were done in modern times. As he approached he was shocked to see that the wolf was nothing more than a young girl, definitely not a threat at all. But he was unsure of her, since most of the young ones at the school were fresh turned and had difficulty with their powers. Either way he had to approach her, to satisfy his curiosity. He let out a gruff command, not making it a question.

"You, young wolf. Come here. I want to talk to you."

( An Apology of Sorts )

Who: Cassie and Fenrir
What: Cassie trying peace.
Where: Courtyard after his morning yoga session.
When: Monday morning.

Cassie was attempting to fix this whole mess. She did sort of feel bad for the fact she seemed to be responsible for his worse mood last week, so this was her trying to keep the peace, and perhaps even try and get allowed back in yoga. She was keeping up the yoga on her own, along with pilates, but she just enjoyed spending time with people some time, and yoga was oddly one of those times.

So the little demon made her way out to the courtyard in time to catch Fenrir after his morning yoga session, she figured it was the best way to catch him. She had actually already been out for a run. It helped her think, but she was still not sure how to go about this, and it showed as she fiddled with her cropped top and the waistband of her sweats, her eyes downcast until she reached her destination and raised them to look at him.

"Umm... good morning and sorry?" She greeted him with a soft smile, a lot calmer than their last run in.

Who: Fenrir
Where: Northern Canadian Woods
When: The first night after Full Moon
What: So he does have a heart

( Fenrir lifted his head and howled )

Who: Fenrir, Mikhail
When: Lunch
Where: Mikhail's Office
What: The wolves have a chat

( These colors that you shine are surely not your style. . .Shine out the best colors that you shine. )

Who: Fenrir and Sydni
Where: The hallways
What: A statement of ideas or a threat?
When: Tuesday afternoon.

( He was in an extremely unpleasant mood lately )