(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jack Russel<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Werewolf<br/><strong>Location:</strong>dorm room<br/><br/>Jack stood in the room and considered all that had happened. By the shadow of Wundagore he was an idiot! To loose control like that! He couldn't stop punishing himself for his utter lack of control. Sure the truth was to bound to be revealed sooner or later, Jack wondered if there would be some sort of sensitivity training from Ororo admonishing everyone not to hate the literal monster in their midst. Yeah, he could really see the fanatically optimistic lady going that route. Not that it would matter, you couldn't tell people how to feel. People just felt. And on a deep, deep level humans felt the Wolf. For women it was sometimes an attractant, for men a challenge, but almost always their was a sense of wrongness Jack was sure. He could see and smell changes in the body chemistry of those around him. The sheep, the monkeys, they could feel the predator lurking in their midst in some primal way. How could he have fucked up so damn royally? Day one and he had let the monster out. Any chances of "normalcy" amongst the freaks was ruined. Jack had wanted at least a few days of being treated like a man....<br/><br/>He shook it off, what the fuck even Jack grimly decided it was done. Good, fuck it! Let em all think what they want, say what they wanted! Fuck SHIELD for sticking him here in the first place! Jack stripped off his sweat dampened clothing and tossed it in a laundry bin next to the bathroom door. His clothes reeked of animal musk. He would hand rinse them first to keep the females on the campus from going into estrous when he used the laundry room, but for now he needed to rid his body of the selfsame odor. The shower was instantly hot <Stark strikes again> when he turned the nozzle and he cranked the handle as far as it would go to let the steaming water burn him, punish him, sear away the monster inside of him. Within seconds he was beet red, the pain a small comfort in the face of his stupidity. The white noise of the shower almost drowned out the knocking at a neighboring door. Jack's senses instinctively perked, just part of his wary nature, not a desire to eavesdrop. Someone was certainly upset, some lovers quarrel, Jack started to let his sense drop back into human range when a statement to startling to ignore brought Jack to full and unexpected attention.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">...you stand in the bedchamber of Ares, God of War...</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>What the fuck? Jack blinked in stark surprise, hot water singing his widened eyes. Jack continued to listen, no longer caring about the secrets of other, privacy or moral ambiguity. A god? A real god? Like Avalon, or Hercules? Was Jack himself not a creature of myth and legend he would have (and indeed use to ) believe that all those who made such lofty claims were merely powerful mutants like Magneto, but ones who suffered from delusions of omnipotence. Too much power could lead to madness Jack was certain.<br/><br/><strong>"No fucking way..."</strong><br/><br/>The man and it was the voice of a normal man Jack was sure suddenly shifted, growing in power and volume and timbre in a way that those without enhances sense could never understand. The voice was not human! It had ranges and levels far beyond the vocal capacity of anything mortal Jack had encountered. Even worse it made the hackles on the back of his neck spring up despite the water pressure of the shower. Jack could feel the supernatural power in that voice, the Wolf inside him could feel it even more so and the beast in his soul was in an uproar. Jack turned off the water, fairly ripping a towel off the rack to dry as first one door slammed followed by a crashing blow and then someplace farther down the hall another door slamming shut. Jack lept out of the bathroom to quickly pull jeans on jeans san underwear and a school hoodie out of his room's closet. He wasted no time ripping the sleeves off before dashing from his room and loping down the hall.<br/><br/>The room in question was easy to find for someone with Jack's peculiar nature. He could FEEL it as easily a smell it. The magic was palpable, raising gooseflesh on his skin. He could smell and here a fire burning in a hearth beyond the door. There was something beyond this door, something far more monstrous than even himself.<br/><br/><strong>&lt;Ares, God of War&gt;</strong><br/><br/>The aura of magic, of raw power was hypnotic, compelling. Beyond this door was something....Alpha! Jack's hand was raising against its will, reaching up, for the handle, the knob? He wasn't sure which when the beast within howled with something he had never experienced from it...FEAR. Jack could feel his monstrous nature cringing, torn between wanting to face the Alpha and dreading all that it was. As the Wolf came to the fore Jack was overwhelmed by the smell of bronze and blood. The metal was every bit as unearthly as the voice had been but the blood, oh by C'thon the blood! It smell of nations, oceans of crimson, centuries of rich redness spilled onto thirsty soil, the hot essence of entire races long lost beneath the weapons of a god. Weakly Jack's hand dropped. He was shaken to his core by what his senses revealed. The Alpha slept, tucked away behind the facade of humanity. Jack padded down the hall on silent bare feet, moving away from the monstrous thing that shared a roof with them and for the first time in nearly a year sought comfort in the company of mortal men and women. He let instinct guide him to the pizza boxes and began to indulge, let the basic drives carry him. There was solace in that. Simplicity in animal need.<br/>