(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jack Russel<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Werewolf<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Common Room<br/><br/>Jack' eye's slitted, his irises bleeding away from blue to crimson as he glared at the runt on the couch. The little fuck was not rising to the challenge, worse he wasnt even angry! There was no change in his heartbeat, Jack smelled no rush of adrenaline that preceded the violence he so craved in the heat of the moment. Jack was held slightly in check by the fact that he was in a room full of people who had no idea what he was or was capable of. This he knew would be the wrong way to reveal himself. If he gave in to his need to establish dominance Jack would only be vindicating SHIELD, scaring the hell of of those he was supposed to intergrate with and tearing up their common room in the process. No this wasnt the time or place, but the little's man's insults would not be ignored.<br/><br/><strong>"Tell you what,"</strong>said leaning over the back of the couch to look the runt in the eye,<strong> "whenever you finish making a pig outta yourself, come find me, we can go down to the gym and I'll help you work off those calories."</strong><br/><br/>Jack spun away not waiting for a response and ironically snatched up a box with an entire deep dish pizza for himself, as he did so he brushed past an incredible beautiful blonde endowed with an ample chest. Were his mood not so foul he would have likely ogled her. She was a bombshelf that one with her crystal blue eyes and flaxen her, as it was Jack did well not to rudely bump into her on his way out.<br/><br/><strong>"Later Johnny,"</strong>Jack offered as he passed by his friend to exit the room. Jack stalked down the hallway, his mind roiling with anger. He knew a lot of that was the Wolf, but part of it was him too. Like the stereotypical red head Jack had always possessed a temper of his own and that willful anger came into play once more. Jack scented the hallway, searching, seeking the arrogant little man's scent.<br/><br/><strong>&lt;found it&gt;</strong><br/><br/>This was the door to the runt's room alright. Balancing the pizza in one hand Jack deftly pulled his manhood out of his sweats and released a short stream of urine at the base of the runt's door.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll show you who's top dog around here fucker."</strong><br/><br/>Jack tucked himself away and returned to his own room, both he and the Wolf satisfied. The Wolf sensed something predatory about the runt. There was something animal about him Jack could feel it, something that made the idea of fighting him feel right. Jack had not felt so strongly about anyone he'd met here save Ares (whom he'd not actually met yet). While the rest were sheep or monkeys to his wolfen mind Ares was overwhelming and this other, well this this other made Jack feel like fighting over territory. Jack cracked open his box and began to ravenously devour his pizza. As a werewolf he ran hot, his metabolism supercharged granting him peak human strength, reflexes and enhanced healing. His skin was always warm as he radiated body heat with an average temperature 120 degrees. His system was like a high performance engine and this made Jack hungry most of the time, and especially after becoming the Wolf. It was one of the reasons he hunted as the Wolf late at night. Both his body and the Wolf needed to hunt for the sheer caloric volume and to satisfy the Wolf's urges. Jack wondered if SHIELD knew and understood that. Would he be allowed to leave campus, to run free in the woodlands north of the city to track and kill game? For the sake of his fellow student's Jack hoped so or there was likely to be more trouble. Jack and the Wolf were becoming one personality, he'd been feel happening night by night since his first transformation. Both his body and mind were adapting to his curse and Jack was not certain who or what he would be when the intergrattion was complete. Maybe he could talk to Miss Monroe, she seemed more accommidating than SHIELD at least. Perhaps he could convince her of his need to run free and hunt a few times a month and how doing so could be an enormous benefit to his being here. Jack determined he would go back and speak with Ororo once he was done with his pizza. One thing was certain, whoever ordered it had great taste, this pizza was fucking awesome!