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Waking the Wolf

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Yenpointfive

Supernova
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Really, the crowbar probably wasn't the way to go, not from an archeological standpoint anyway. But curiosity had lead many a cat to the slaughter and Alex was as good as any feline at getting himself in to trouble that way. The young man set his weight against the steel bar and shoved, forcing the stone slab out of place with a dull thump, and sending a deep crack through it. He was definitely getting in trouble for that one. After spending about 2 minutes trying to figure out how he could make it look like he hadn't just accidentally broken the site he decided it was a better idea to hope what was inside was very impressive.

Alex was a very handsome young man. Not particularly muscular but then again, he was the only one here who could actually bumble his way through Celtic runes enough to come up with this place being the resting place of Fenrir. Hell, half the group's girls were here for the travel, and most of the guys were here for the girls. At eighteen he was the youngest student on this trip as well, only here because his professor had vouched for him. He was dressed simply in cargo pants and a t-shirt since his cloths were bound to get dirty anyway. He was roughly average height and had shaggy blond hair and emerald green eyes.

He was surprised to find a series of stairs leading down into the hill but quickly looked for a flashlight to follow them with. When none was found he flicked open his lighter and grabbed one of the torches off of the holders. Sneaking around an archeological sight in the middle of the night and swiping torches to light your way. Very Indiana Jones. He flicked the lighter and tried the torch, which immediately sprung to life. He then descended the stairs, down towards the single room below where a stone alter seemed to have some large figure on it. He approached as slowly as curiosity would allow, expecting some sort of Norse mummy or something, which would have gone against the usual tradition of "burying" anyone important by way of fire ship.
 
A black and silver anthropomorphic wolf, dressed in the armor of a warrior lay on its side on the altar. Its hands and feet were bound by a thin ribbon of some sort that was tied through the eye of a standing stone on the opposite broadside of the alter. A whispering sound came from a doorway like niche in the opposite wall.

If Alex examined the wold, he would find the wolf alive but unconscious and unresponsive. The ribbon could not be cut by any blade he might have on his person. If Alex inspected the whispering sound coming from that shadowing hole in the wall, he would find the doorway opening on an underground stream. In the stream is a chest the size of a shoebox made of gold. An inscription on its lid is given in several alphabets. One language looks like a variation of ogham. One is a variation of futhark runes, though one would note a few runes in this set are from the Northumbrian set. However, one language is completely different in that it is a scrolling script that looks like a cross between music notes and cursive Roman, yet at the same time resembles nothing ever found before. An etched illustration in the gold plating shows a pair of vary different looking elves on either side of a series of arcing lines. Each are holding onto a single knife and chalice in the center under the lined arch with a spider hanging from the arch.

If Alex could read either of the known languages, he would find them speaking of a knife that can cut an uncuttable rope and a foreigner's wine that can save a wolf. However, only a human is capable of using these items to free the wolf. Once opened, the box would reveal a small wooden chalice, a tiny bottle of liquid with a crystal stopper, and a small knife made out of bone with the blade stained a faintly different color. The gold plate on the inside of the lid shows an intricate picture of the bottle's contents being poured into the cup which is fed to the mouth of a wolf. The knife is shown being applied to the wolf's tether.

[ooc: Sorry about the wait, and hope this makes sense. Brownie points if you can figure out the loop hole I'm using. And yes it's a female under the unisex armor.]
 
When Alex first saw the wolf's fur shining in the torchlight he wasn't sure what to think. At first he thought that she might be a statue. Polished obsidian and silver maybe. But that certainly wasn't like any celtic artifact that he'd ever heard of before. Not the obsidian anyway and certainly not this big. Which could have meant that, were she actually an artifact, she was stolen from some other civilization, and not one that they'd ever heard of the ancient Norse interacting with. Well, either way, he was going to be forgiven for busting that door open and he was getting an A on the paper he wrote at the end of this.

He headed down the steps and moved up to the wolf. It was at that point that he realized she wasn't a statue. The wind that was coming in from the outside wasn't just making his torch flicker it was ruffling her fur. He nearly jumped back away from her and got the hell out of there, not wanting to piss off a wolf that was bigger than he was. Then he noticed that her hands were bound, and that her fur wasn't just being ruffled by the wind. She was breathing. He slowly moved over to her and poked her on one of her legs. He'd rather mess with the end that didn't involve a set of sharp teeth. When nothing happened he looked up to the ribbon that held her and once down the passage where, he could swear he heard whispering. He didn't want to fuck with that place if he could help it. He was looking at a thousand year old wolf/human hybrid as far as he could tell. He kinda would have believed in ghosts, monsters, or bridgetrolls at this point.

He pulled out his knife and tried to cut the ribbon. After about 5 minutes he gave up. New plan, go down the passageway and be ready to stab, burn, or scream at and run away from anything that he ran into. So, torch in one hand and knife in the other he descended down to the area where the gold box lay. He wadded into the stream and scooped it up, moving it back onto land before he started to look it over. This wasn't right. If the cave was closed this long the stream should have annihilated this gold chest. He sighed and decided it was more unlikely that she was still alive than the chest was still okay. Bumbling through runes was all well and good till you came to runes that couldn't be bumbled through. After a few minutes he gave up in disgust, blaming his failure on the poor light from the torch.

When he looked at the contents of the box it didn't take him long to exchange the knife for his own and then take the rest of it as well. If he was going to go around horridly messing up ancient ruins he saw no reason not to do a little looting while he was at it. Maybe if he donated this stuff to a museum he wouldn't get in trouble for this. Nah, his professor would get to write a nice paper about it and get on TV, he'd probably still get in big trouble for messing with this stuff.

Either way he found the plate with the picture to be a lot more helpful than the runes and went about making it a reality, pouring the wolf her drink and then gently opening her mouth, pouring it in and gently rubbing her throat to make sure she'd swallow it and not drown in it. He then sliced the tethers and waited, still holding the knife and torch incase this turned out to be a terrible idea.
 
Silver eyelashes flickered against fuzzy cheeks before the wolf launched into a short coughing fit as the wine he had fed her rushed through her veins. It was a potent brew that left a thick sweet flavor on her tongue that resembled honey suckle. She knew what it was at once, even though she had never in her life tasted it until now. She felt the liquor pool in her belly to ebb a warmth through her limbs that had grown numb from chill.

She pushed herself upright slowly, noticing that there was already a lovely toasted feeling swimming in her head. How could the elves and faefolk drink such stuff? She forgot all thought of the drink and its effects when she noticed two key facts. One, the binding that had held her down on the altar for seemingly eternity was broken and falling from her limbs. Two, there was a fresh scent of human male here. Her ears perked, noticing the sound of his heart beat, his breathing, and the crackle of the torch which shed a faint warmth into the drafty chamber. She opened her eyes, fluttering the lids to blink away some of the blur. With dark cobalt eyes she stared at the young man with his strange clothes and torch.

Having no idea what language he spoke, she used body language to attempt to communicate. Her ears turned back and drooped slightly while the tip of her bushy tail wiggled between her legs. The torso plating of her armor shifted, then abruptly fell off as the old leather binding snapped from age. The metal plate hit the ground with a loud clang that had her ears flattening at the deafening echo. Beneath the breast plate that had fallen was a gray binding that had kept ample breasts from bouncing in combat. The fabric was moth eaten into sheer tatters, the chilled pink tips of her humanlike nipples stiffened, perfectly visible, and straining against what little was left. If wolves could blush... oh wait, she was already tipsy. A giddy giggle escaped her at that thought.
 
When she began to cough he stopped giving her any more of the wine. Against his better judgment he decided to sneak a taste of it and the effect was pretty much the same. It warmed him up surprisingly well for such a cold room, even beyond what you'd normally expect this kind of alcohol to do. Adding underage drinking to the list of things he'd already done would probably have next to no effect.

When she actually got up his jaw dropped a little. He looked up into her eyes and was suddenly aware that he was standing infront of the wolf that was supposed to kill Odin. That right there was enough to get a mild amount of terror flowing through his veins. "Hi. I'm Alex. Alex." Was all he could come up with to say, deciding that it was better to sound like a foreigner than to speak Norse about as well as a child taught by an idiot. Of course, the final bit of that statement involved pointing at himself so she'd get the point.

Before he could get into anything complicated her breastplate fell off. His eyes followed it down, covering beautiful breasts, taunt muscle, and a nice ass. Worse still he ended up starring a bit. This was a pretty rare position for Alex to be in and it was having a bit of a noticeable effect on him. For one, there was that slight smell of an aroused male in the air. Then there was the bulge starting to form in his pants as he found it harder and harder to take his eyes off her breasts. When she giggled he blushed a little bit, realizing just what sort of situation he was in. "Sorry, didn't mean to stare..." he said, looking up at her quickly
 
She turned her attention to the words he had spoken. Alex... The name made her think of that legendary soul, Alexander the Great. He'd had blond hair too. Though this one smelled of feat, he also had a great deal of courage to dabble with a situation like this, let alone remain to see it through. Had he drunk some of the wine too? Oh dear... Did he realize the side effects anything not of the elven and fae worlds could encounter from drinking such? Did he realize he had just partaken of a substance that had generated the tales of Ambrosia wine in Greece? Even if he didn't, the very idea of him gaining that sort of longevity, and possibly some new tricks of his own, oooh it make her shiver to think of it.

She was barely aware of his apology for staring. Actually, this old armor, falling apart as it was, was damn annoying. She paused to remove the rest of the infuriating and useless plating. As it fell, she was left in just the breast biding and a loin skirt of leather. The dried out materials still grated on her, and suddenly she didn't care any longer if she went naked. Her claws sliced the rest off in one swipe. Ahhh, much better.

She looked back to the young man, this... Alex fellow, and grinned with a sultry expression. Her voice was hoarse when she spoke, though she couldn't tell how much was disuse and how much was pure drunken horniness. "Fenrir," she said, likewise pointing to herself.

"Alex..." she growled softly in a manner that mimicked a cat's purr. She slid from the altar, one foot at a time. Her balance was worse than she had expected, so what she had wanted to be a swagger towards him, turned into a staggering topple. "Oh!" she cried in surprised as she found herself falling over, her arms clinging to him for purchase of support as her momentum brought him down with her. Being the heavier of the two, she ended up hitting the stone floor first with him winding up on top of her. With the fall came an extra strong wiff of his deliciously aroused scent, mixed with her own spicy musk.

The world whirled in circles in her head thanks to the wine, but she found herself not caring about this either. Ooh, the way he molded to her. Her tightly toned meaty thighs parted to cradle him better, which drew a soft moan of pleasure from her. Her eyes carefully studied that face brought so close to her own. That face, that hair, that build of a young man still building the empire of his own body, he was truly a piece of male perfection. Especially with the slight flush and lazy sparkle in his eyes that intoxication had added. She mad a mental note to see him served mead in the future. With bearskin rugs for garnish. If such things were still available that was.
 
When you got right down to it, the effects of the wine probably shouldn't have been that unexpected. But Alex wasn't an expert in Greek Mythology. Had there been a golden apple in that box he might have had slightly more of an idea what he was getting himself into. Then again, for all he knew, the legends could have the same source. How many foods could possibly have that kind of effect on mortals?

His eyes slid down her body as she started to strip further, particularly once she decided to get rid of her loin skirt. She was quite possibly the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Add to that the fact that she was the most exotic woman he'd ever even heard of and it wasn't too hard to understand why his arousal was continuing to grow.

When she spoke her name and grinned like that he couldn't help but blush a bit, particularly once she spoke his own name and he had a very good idea what she wanted. Sure, he was a little nervous. For one there was the fact that she was obviously bigger and stronger than he was, but then again, there was also the fact that she was absolutely gorgeous that rooted him to the spot. Until she managed to sweep him off his feet, of course.

Even a mostly useless human nose could have picked up her musk and a wiff of that was all it took for him to begin to squirm a little as his pants began to get much too tight for comfort. When she parted her thighs for him and moaned he decided that he probably wasn't going to get torn to shreds for this, at least not until afterward if she decided that it had been a mistake, and then, all things considered, he still might consider it worth it.

He leaned up and placed a soft kiss against her lips as his hands moved to fondle her ample breasts, his fingertips rubbing over her hard nipples as he gently kissed his way down her neck before running his tongue over one of them softly, starting to suck on it for a moment. He'd just met the most historically important discovery in modern history and decided to fuck her, he was most definitely getting in trouble, and he couldn't care less.
 
The giddy feeling she'd felt before was swiftly replaced by desire. She moaned softly as he caressed her breasts that ached, while opening to his kisses. Returning them in a slow, sensual manner. Her hands, similar to elongated paws reached up to explore his back while her hips lifted to grind against the hard arousal through the fabric of his pants. She moaned into his mouth as she enjoyed the fell of the muscles playing in his shoulders an the firmness of the bulge that she worshipped with her hips.

After a moment, her hands moved down to attempt to free that bulge. Rolling, with her tail becoming a warm pallet for him to lay on, she learned to work the mechanisms of his strange sort of pants, just enough to allow his erection the spring out. Oh my, she gasped at the site of him, trembling with anticipation. She tossed him a saucy glance before shifting to pay that part of him more attention. She ran her thumb in circles over the head then under the rim before the pads of her fingers stroked his shaft. Leaning down, for once she was happy to be the taller one so that she could be allowed to firmly lick around the top and underside of that velvet mushroom at the top of his steel shaft. She gave a growling pur at the taste of him, licking him there repeatedly while one hand stroked him and the other cupped the swollen sacs at the base. Then she was licking down and around his shift. Then, she was using that broad canine tongue to lap around the wrinkly skin that made her feel like she was licking small melons, except these tasted better. Her blue eyes glanced up at him to watch his face as she caressed him with her tongue and fingers. Especially when she slid her tongue back up his shaft and gently covered him with her maw to kiss and suckle his head, mindful of her teeth so as not to harm him.
 
It his lips gently curled into a smile when she began to return his kisses. He soon let his hands run down to her hips, exploring every curve and muscle along the way before one of them dropped down to give her ass a quick squeeze. A light gasp found its way out of his mouth as she worked her hips up against him. Alex was strong enough to swing a pick or to pry open a stone door but for the moment at least, he was no warrior and the feeling of her powerful hips grinding against him made it abundantly clear that Fenrir was the stronger of the two, though as she began to exert her strength, he didn't really mind the result.

He didn't stop her from rolling him over onto his side, though when she immediately went for his zipper he did begin to blush a bit. Alex was a bit new at all this. He'd fooled around a little when he was younger but never anything like what she had planned for him. It took him about as long to make up his mind as it did for her to start pawing at his pants. He reached up and slipped his shirt off, tossing it aside. He was about to help her get his pants off when she made it clear that she wasn't going to wait that long to have her fun and started to rub her thumb over the head of his manhood, causing a soft groan. He'd never felt anything quite like the pads of her fingers and she could feel his member throb with every touch.

Her tongue, however, was something else entirely. The moment her tongue worked its way around his head he moaned out, biting his lip once he did and blushing a bit more heavily as he realized that it was a bit louder than he expected. His hands were somewhat at a loss for something to do. With no sheets to tug at they'd been working unsuccessfully to find purchase on the rock floor below, and that wasn't happening any time soon. So, instead, one of them made its way down to softly rub behind her ear, hoping that, like a normal canine, she'd enjoy the feeling. "Ahh... Fenrir..." He moaned her name softly as she began to work her tongue quickly over his head while her hands took care of the rest. Her tongue made its way down to his balls he groaned, the blush that had started to die out returned a little as Alex began to wonder if there was anything that talented tongue of hers couldn't do. By the time her tongue climbed its way back up his shaft there was a bead of precum waiting for her at his tip, quickly swept away when she began to kiss him. His breath was steadily deepening and those gasps and moans were becoming a bit more frequent. It wasn't hard to see that her ministrations were having quite the effect on the young man
 
She growled a moan of pleasure when his fingers sank into her battle-toned ass cheeks. It was like he was spurring her on. It made her hot and wanting. But she strove to control herself. If only just enough to draw out this enjoyment a little longer for her hero. Men liked that, and she owed him. Nothing started to say thank you quite like a good lay.

She listened to his sounds of pleasure and grinned. So she was toasted but apparently not totally trashed if she could ring such lovely music out of him. Oh, yes, especially when he rubbed her ears like that! She had to pause for the shuttering moan that passed through her. She panted, then grew determined to stoke that fire, make it even better. So she started with a nice back and forth motion, fucking him with her mouth firmly yet still mindful of her dagger teeth. She sped it up a little, just to drive him wild. Then she slowly withdrew.

She gave his now shirtless form an appreciative grin as she put it to use. She slowly crawling her way up his body, licking him slowly, sensuously, everywhere. Almost like bathing that delicious skin, but better, more electrifying. From his groin, up his abs, over each nipple. Those peaks got special attention. As did his deltoids which she practically worshipped before moving up the side of his throat to skim the shell of his ear. Then she traced his jaw line, and ever so delicately lathed over his lips.

Then, suddenly, she rolled, flipping him up on top. Her paws traced the muscles of his back while she gave him a lazy, seductive grin. She kissed him soundly, then used her hands to bring his around to her breasts, rubbing the palms around the undersides then across her hard pick nipples.

"Alex..." she whispered in that growling purr. Then growing bolder still, she brought his right hand down.. down.. down. She shifted her hips, then drew his fingers up the hot, slick cleft of her sex from pressing just barely against her entrance up to brush hr swollen clit. She moaned softly, her hand trembling over his. Gods, there was something so erotic about masturbating with her lover's hand. She licked the other side of his neck and panted across it, letting her uneven breath tease his skin. "Yours... feel... play..." she told him as she stroked herself with his hand a little more, lazy motions of circles and up and down motions that stimulated that most sensitive point. Then she let go, spreading her thighs and rubbing up against the muscles of his lower back, hoping to relax him as she let him have his way with her.
 
Alex was glad to know that she had a sensitive ass. He was rather hoping they'd get a chance some time soon to act a bit more like her canine side than her human one. The thought of Fenrir with her rear up in the air offering herself to him was a mental image he would definitely hang onto for a while.

When she moaned from having her ears rubbed he couldn't help but smirk evilly, forcing himself to keep from moaning long enough to tease her a bit. "You like that, huh? I'm gonna have a lot of fun with these then." He said, lightly tracing from the base of her ear to the tip. "Wonder what'd happen if I nibbled one of them." He mused, glad that she didn't know English, or if she did it was pretty poor.

When she looked him over and grinned like that he had to wonder if he'd been right about her not knowing English. Something evil certainly seemed to be going on behind the scenes in that slightly inebriated mind of hers. When she started to lick her way up his body his back arched against the ground as he gave a low groan, unable to help but shift about beneath her as her tongue explored him. He continued to squirm a little as her rough tongue moved up his body, gasping when she began to focus on his nipples. He couldn't help but watch as the powerful wolf tasted every inch of him in a way that made you wonder if, after all the time she'd been down here, when she was going to be fed next was becoming a pressing issue.

When she flipped him over so that he was ontop of her he tensed up for a second. Sudden motions from a woman who was clearly much stronger and more dangerous than he was still freaked him out a little. When she kissed him he returned it happily, not bothering to stop her from taking his hands and using them as she wished.

Alex quickly got used to her using his hands to play with herself, his fingers teasing her nipples before she began to rub them with his palms and swirling softly over her clit. He smiled softly at that offer of hers and leaned in to place a soft kiss on her lips. His hands traced back up her body, exploring every muscle. "How about we get to the game that both of us have been waiting for?" He whispered as his hands shifted up to take hers, pinning them above her head and giving her a little growl. He knew that she could free her hands at any time she liked but he doubted she would. His hips shifted forward, pressing his manhood against her sex and letting it rub against her as she shifted her hips against him. He only teased her for a moment though, quickly shifting his hips back so that the head pressed against her lips and thrusting into her, groaning softly as the first few inches sank into her.
 
Fenrir shuttered with a deep throated groan as Alex teased her ear, sending fire shooting through her. His touch across her body, his kiss on her lips, they made her quiver and tingle.

She made a look of confusion when she held her hands over her head, however that confusion died when she felt his head pressed against her entrance. Her breath caught, then released in a whine as he teased her. Her eyes watched him, clouded with desire and sparkling with tiny tears of pleasure. So much need had built in her over the centuries. The feel of him slipping into her hot, throbbing, wet core brought a short cry from her which might have been taken as indication of injury if she hadn't followed up with a hard, upward thrust of her hips to meet him, driving him deeper inside her heat. The feeling ripped another moaning cry from her as she melted beneath him, panting and sobbing. She lifted her legs to hook them around his back, then thrust against him again. Head tossing, tears leaking into the fur of her cheeks as the bliss got better and better. Building toward that sacred moment.
 
Every little groan or moan made it clear to him just how bad she needed this. Centuries of waiting to put her body back to good use had led to this moment. He'd though that her skilled ministrations had had an effect on him but it would seem that they paled in comparison to what his inexperienced touch was doing for her. Saying that Alex was new at this would have been more than a little correct but he knew that he had to do his best for her. After how long she'd waited he couldn't leave wanting any longer.

That pitiful whine of hers would have been enough to break his heart if he didn't know exactly how to rectify the problem. Alex didn't want to leave her wanting any longer. The way that she was gripping his member was something entirely divine. He'd have assumed she was a virgin if it wasn't for the fact that she seemed so experienced at this. Frankly, he was glad that one of them was. He paused for just a moment when she cried out, slightly worried that he'd hurt her, and just long enough that that thrust of her hips took him off guard and caused his mouth to hang open it a quivering moan of pleasure. Where practice hadn't had a chance to take place instinct kicked in and he pressed his hips forward until they were flush against hers. He let her call the dance and matched her speed as her legs wrapped around his body. He released her hands and his own slipped around her back, one of them finding its way down to her rear to pull her back against him with every thrust of her hips. His moans were growing louder and more frequent as he felt a pressure building inside of him that ached for release.
 
Had she been a little less drunk, and less needy from respression, she would have found ways to draw this out longer. Let it become something teasing and savoring. As it was, there was nothing Fenrir could do but angle her hips better, and keep her paws off him lest she accidentally shred him with her loss of control. She moaned and panted, her hips thrusting to meet his rhythm. She faintly heard the sound of her claws rending grooves into the stones of the flooring to either side of her. She was too lost in the haze to care. Even just this friction in of itself, him filling so thoroughly her tunnel that had grown so tight over the centuries. The hand on her rear was icing on her cake. If only she could coax with her hips for him to pound her a little harder. She was so close... just a bit more, a bit harder, a bit deeper. She could feel his thickness pulsing inside her with building tension. She vaguely recalled words rolling off her tongue, though they were foreign even to her brain at the moment. At least they sounded as appreciative as she was to this heady tension.

All of the sudden, it hit her, stealing her breath then a long soft, preciously feminine whine as her muscles locked and clenched. Slowly she arched her back as every muscle in her grew steadily tighter. She was afforded a quick gasp when she reached that edge and hung there for seemingly ever. Oh, the free fall... and just as suddenly, she shattered with a scream as wave after blissfully wrenching wave passed through her. She only hoped she didn't hurt him with her internal muscles rippling across his manhood so strongly. Her arms had no choice but to wrap around him, claws tucked into her palms, her head bowed to lean forehead into his shoulder as she clung to him for support while she rode wave after startling, sobbing wave of the purest bliss that blinded her in its power.
 
There would be time for Alex to improve technique later. Fenrir certainly seemed as if she'd make a good teacher. As she shifted the angle of her hips he found it easier to reach even deeper than before and took full advantage of it, thrusting his hips forward to bury himself deep inside of her tight sex. He had no idea what that scratching sound was and frankly he didn't care. Freaking out a bit as he realized that her claws could sink their way into solid stone could be put off for later as well. The way her hips bucked against him brought a quick reaction. His hand squeezed her rear as he pulled himself forward, his hips meeting hers roughly as he let out a slow groan, one that built softly and became steadily louder with their every movement.

Her reaction was an absolutely stunning one. Seeing the beautiful wolf in pure ecstasy was something that defied description. Even if he had the vocabulary to do so, the words wouldn't have come to him at this point. His entire being was focused on the feeling of her muscles milking him so perfectly. His cry of pleasure added to hers, but was somewhat drown out when you considered that one of them had a voice made for howling and one didn't. Still, there was no chance of her mistaking the reaction as his hot seed spilled into her, another spurt accompanying each thrust as he clung to her tightly.

At no point did he consider how close they were to the camp. If the noise they'd been making before wasn't enough to get them caught Fenrir's scream most certainly would. Right about now, getting caught was the furthest thing from his mind. He was in enough trouble already, what more harm could getting caught bedding a mythical being do?
 
As the waves of climax faded, she fell into a limp haze there on the floor for who knows how long. Weak and spent, trying to catch her breath while enjoying this feeling. Yet when her ears picked up on sounds in the distance rushing toward where she and Alex laid together, somehow she dragged the strength up out of reserve to twist to hover protectively over him, her body turned to face her adversaries with a low growl that threatened bodily harm should anyone dare to get too close to either of them. She didn't care why. She didn't care who they were nor what their reason was for being here. All she cared was that Alex stayed safe. The hackles raised across her back from neck to tail, and the way she crouched made her seem more like the giant ordinary wolf that had originally created her legend. In either form, it was clear, Fenrir was one wolf with which one did not fuck. Unless one happened to be one lucky blond guy carrying the name of an ancient conqueror of the world of man, and currently receiving her protection at any cost.
 
When she rolled him over Alex actually thought that she was ready to go for round two but that misconception didn't last for long. As he heard her growl his eyes flitted about the room, looking for the cause. He soon realized that it must be something she either heard or smelled. Thank you, useless human senses...

He slipped out from under her. He didn't try to get in front of her though. Rather he stayed behind her. If a bear wandered down here he'd much rather let her take care of it. All bravado aside, if he did try the whole chivalry thing and tried to kill something like that himself she'd end up having to fight it anyway over top of his corpse.

He did actually manage to catch the footsteps coming down the stairs. A man in khaki pants and a button up shirt that seriously looked as if he should be infront of a chalk board, not out on a dig, stopped instantly once he saw the wolf. He wasn't a particularly imposing individual. His black hair was starting to turn gray around the edges for one and he was pretty skinny. Alex immediately dragged himself out from under Fenrir as the man pulled out a gun, actually brought with them since there were bears in the area. He quickly placed himself between the man and Fenrir.

"Okay, both of you stop this." Alex growled, suddenly very aware that he was totally naked. His hands dropped to cover himself. So much for looking badass while doing this. Not that that stopped him from continuing. "Fenrir, this is my teacher, Professor Ward. Professor, this is Fenrir, I kinda snuck in here and woke her up." He looked back at her for a moment. "He's really harmless. Stand up, you look less scary that way." He said as his teacher slowly lowered the gun, still wondering whether his student was crazy and just what was going on here. Alex and Fenrir could both make out some hushed discussion at the top of the stairs. Looks like the rest of the class was there too.
 
She didn't know what the hell that thing was that the older man had pointed at her, but she instantly loathed it. She waited, watching the man carefully. She watched Alex talk him into lowering it. At the right moment, she bolted at the gun, trying to knock it from the man's hands with her claws to the metal. She would take whatever slug she got if she wasn't fast enough, then spin to catch the man upside the head with her foot, just hard enough to knock him out. A simple minor head injury could go a long way in debunking whatever the man thought he had seen. She would then turn to look at Alex, gestering towards his clothes then the door while her claws hovered over a ceiling tile she was ready to pull down to domino the place into collapsing. Her eyes would watch his face with a protective gleam.

[ooc: I length fail. ><]
 
When she lunged at the man Alex's jaw dropped. "Fenrir!" He shouted, though before he knew it it was all over. His professor wasn't a fighter. Really, the revolver was mostly just there to assure the students they'd be fine if any wildlife happened to attack them. The gun clattered to the ground before he had the chance to raise it and he was out like a light seconds later. "Professor Ward?" The question was posed from the top of the stairs in a wavering voice.

When she went for the ceiling tile Alex gave her a little glare, walking up and, for lack of any better ideas, thumping her on the nose the same way he would have a disobedient dog. "I told you he wouldn't hurt us. You can't just go around beating people up like that. I mean, what are you going to do about the people at the top of the stairs? They don't even have weapons." He said before picking up his pants and slipping them back on, tossing her his jacket. He wasn't sure it'd really fit her but if she ripped up the sleeves a bit fitting her paws through them he didn't mind. And it'd still cover her a bit even if she couldn't zip it up.

"You are not bringing this place down on his head. Things have changed a lot in the centuries you've been asleep. Humans have put eyes up in the stars to search the Earth, we've found ways to soar in the sky like eagles. If you kill him, they're going to hunt us down and we're never going to be safe. I want to show you everything there is to see in this world, and that's going to be a lot easier if we're not constantly on the run." He said, hefting his teacher up onto his shoulders. Admittedly the fireman's carry took a few tries for him to get right. Giving the man to Fenrir to carry probably would have been a lot easier. "Now, let's go. I promise everything is going to be alright." He said before starting up the stairs, going rather slowly as he had to carry his professor.
 
Fenrir spent the moments while Alex was freaking out stomping the gun to pieces. It hurt her foot a little, but at least it broke enough to be rendered unusable. She heaved a huge sigh, put on the jacket, then taking the unconscious man from Alex to carry herself. "I wasn't going to leave him. I only want to ruin that place," she growled softly as she followed him out. Her temper softened at the rumpled post-sex glow he exuded. It at least made her smug.

"What will you do about the others?" she asked simply. Her tone made it clear she didn't want to meet any of them. "I won't kill anyone. But, I don't want it known that I'm free either." She looked a little ill at this statement. Apparently she had grown a phobia for people while she was down there. What a lovely can of issues she made. Hooking her up with Dr. Phill might just have the shock shrink bursting an aneurism before she had a chance to knock his block off. Oprah might be interesting, in a girlie tear-jerker sort of way. All of the exotic traumatized folks found hugs on Oprah.

In her mind, though, all she could think about was getting some place hidden and safe. She was tired of running, of fighting, of having to be the badass that scared folks just so they would leave her in piece. She didn't really want to be mean to anyone. She didn't want to hurt people. Sometimes, she just found little other choice than to teach people lessons the simplest way possible. Don't mess with the wolf, and the wolf won't mess with you. Why was that so hard for folks to grasp?

She groaned at the headache forming. She would have one serious hangover from this. And she wasn't even done being drunk yet!
 
Alex sighed a little bit when she said that she wouldn't leave him. "Sorry, I should have known better than to think you might do something like that." He admitted, letting her take the professor from him. He gently slipped his arm around her and gave her a soft hug. "I promise, things are going to be fine." He told her before adding in. "People don't even believe that you exist these days. It's a chance to start all over again. No ignorant villagers with pitchforks and torches this time. I don't plan on letting anyone hurt you." As he spoke she noticed a sort of inhuman gleam in his eyes. Considering the wine he'd just drank Alex might have turned out to be significantly more capable of backing that statement up than even he realized.

"There's no back way out and there's no way they're leaving without our professor. It's a catch 22 and we're going to have to make the best of it." He said with a sigh before starting up the stairs. There were immediately a myriad of questions from "where the hell did your shirt go?" to "where's the professor?" also "Why do you smell like you just had sex."

Fenrir managed to answer that question just by coming up the stairs, leaving a bunch of stunned students. One or two of them took off running but most stayed. "What the fuck is that thing?" Alex glared at the girl who spoke up. "She is Fenrir. I kinda woke her up." Another question came up quickly. "Does she talk." Alex shrugged. "If she wants to. She's not going to hurt you. Professor Ward surprised her by pulling a gun on her. Then she kind of hit him. He's fine though." He said before some of the guys started to notice that she was rather well endowed and quite good looking. "And she's the one you've been fucking?" Alex sighed a bit at that point. "Yes, and she's mind blowingly good at it. Can we please go back to camp now?" It was damn cold out here with no shirt and no fur. The way was more or less parted for them and Alex started walking, making sure that Fenrir was close behind him. Questions kept being posed. Everything from "How long have you been down there?" To one guy who asked "Do we get a turn too?" Alex answered that one. "No, of course you don't." There was a bit of a growl to his voice on that one. He found her and he didn't want to share her.
 
Fenrir just nodded to Alex's statements, agreeing to go along with whatever he said. Once they were faced with the rest of the questioning team, she stood there for several minutes enduring it. The only sign of her irritation was a tick twitch in ear. At the sex question, she got fed up and passed them their injured professor whether they wanted him or not. She left them to fuss over the man while she turned to follow Alex. She frowned at his shiver and stepped over to hug him, wrapping her tail around him for a moment to trap heat against his skin. This boy certainly wasn't raised in the Highlands, or other Northern Regions, that was for sure. She tucked her chin on top of his golden head. It was sort of odd being the tall one, but for the moment, details didn't matter much. Somebody gave a damn, for once in her life, and she was going to try to keep it that way. Besides, it felt good to cuddle her hero. She was still female after all. She had her sap moments.
 
They took the professor from Fenrir since the other option was letting her drop him on the ground right then and there. When they started to leave one or two of the students was about to follow them when Alex pointed back at them. "You leave us alone. We'll be back at the camp later and you better be ready to be fucking respectful." As he spoke they noticed something rather odd about the finger pointing in their direction, short arcs of light ran across its surface as an electric crack came from his finger. Every age needed a god of thunder and lightning, and now that Zeus and Thor were gone, or at least indisposed, there was Alex.

When Fenrir hugged him he began to calm down a bit, leaning back to smile up at her. "I'm sorry about them. They're just being stupid because they've never seen anything like you before. Once the professor wakes up he should be able to get the rest of them to shut up and we can sort this out." He told her before adding in. "I'd say we could slip back into my tent but I'm not really sure you'd fit in there particularly well. I can sneak into camp, grab some more for us to wear and maybe snag us something to eat." He suggested. In her own time it would have probably been her that had to take care of him but right now it was his job to keep her safe, though that would have been easier if the one person who was actually liable to act like an adult about this wasn't unconscious. Still, Alex doubted he'd hold that against Fenrir.
 
She blinked at him, then shrugged as she cuddled him against her, "I follow you, Alex. Food sounds good about now, though." Her stomach gave a ferocious rumble, putting in its vote.

She looked to the group, then back to him, "i get the feeling, I'm in for a shock with your world. That weapon he had was stranger than I've ever seen. If a man like that carries one, I shutter to imagine what they use for conflicts between people."

[ooc: You have permission to flog my muse. T_T; I'll try not to post so short again. >< ]
 
Alex sighed when she mentioned that she was in for a shock. "You've been asleep for centuries. I'd be confused if you weren't shocked by this stuff. And yeah, war is a pretty terrible thing in any age. Just, never get hit by one of those. It's like they made a bow and arrow a lot more dangerous." And she knew full well that archers were already very dangerous. Of course, he didn't want her to think the future was all bad so he quickly added in. "There's a lot of stuff you're going to like. We've got great food, rock music, thousands of kinds of beer, even moving pictures that tell awesome stories."

He walked over to the tree line and looked back at her for a second. "Be right back." He said with a smile before sneaking out to swipe some food. About 20 minutes later he came back with a bag of hot dog buns, a couple of hot dogs impaled on sticks he'd cooked over the fire and a few sticks with marshmallows stuck on them he'd also cooked. "Hot dogs are one of my culture's staple foods, particularly when camping." He said, sliding one off into a bun and taking a bite out of it before holding one stick of hot dogs out to her. "I didn't know how much you'd want so I got a lot of them."
 
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