<div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Jack Russel<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Werewolf<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Confrence Room<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Anyone<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Jack felt his stomach clench as Johnny reached for Greer and cupped her face in his hands to turn her to him. Jack gnashed fanged teeth a soft (hopefully too soft for Johnny to hear) growl rumbled in his throat. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck stiffening with anger, rising along his hackles. Eyes already crimson with the power of the wolf Jack could see in the infrared and ultraviolet spectrums. It gave Jack great insight into someone's emotional state as the thermals playing about on Johnny's skin told the tale. There was just some history here, he LIKED this girl! Casually Jack reached behind his head to pull the mask hanging there over his face. He could feel the head and neck form a tight seal on contact, seamless and perfect. Jack didnt want Johnny, his only friend here, to see his face twisting into a snarl of rage and pain. Fucking Johnny, superstar, celebrity hero, he already had EVERYTHING anyone could want! Did he have to have this too! Jack was aware that Johnny didnt know or understand the life he had led. How could he? To Johnny Jack was just another super powered monkey.  But that knowledge didnt stop the acid burn of jealousy and resentment smoldering to life within Jack's breast.<br/><br/><Youre just like all the rest of them are you pretty boy!><br/><br/>Beneath his mask Jack's eyes slit into burning pinpricks of molten anger.<br/><br/><I was a fool to think this place, these people would be different! Theyre all vain, spoiled and entitled little bitches Jackie boy. And at the end of the day youre a cursed thing, something to be tolerated, a viscious attack dog to be let out of his kennel and then locked away when the hunt inst on.><br/><br/>At least the was Jack's perspective on SHIELD's intentions for him and now he warped those feelings to include his teamates as he sulked beneath his mask, rebuilding the walls the he had allowed to come down. Fuck em all, he wouldnt let that happen again, wouldnt open himself up to be...<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>WEAK</strong></span><br/><br/>It was the voice of the wolf from Jack's dream.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>THERE IS NO NEED FOR WEAKNESS FOR THOSE BLESSED TO WEAR MY PELT, FOR THOSE WHO ANSWER TO ME AND HEED THE CALL OF MY LOVER THE MOON. POWER WITHOUT GUILT, LOVE WITHOUT DOUBT, IT IS GOOD TO BE WOLF.</strong></span><br/><br/>Jack shuddered, the monster inside had never spoken to him so clearly, so directly but he wasnt surprised, the Wolf within him had been growing ever stronger in the year since the curse had taken his once normal life and made it over into a Stephen King manuscript. The prospect was terrifying...but also exhilerating. Jack was changing within as well as without and he had no idea what was coming.<br/><br/><br/><br/>