<div class="floatleft">(https://www.indiewire.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/10wrp4zrhzcnjka7dklcxz6ebhd.jpg?w=780)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: The Wolverine<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Logan Howlett<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Bedroom/ Ready Room<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2019) - 12: 35 AM<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Storm (directly)<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://www.bobstores.com/on/demandware.static/-/Sites-vestis-master-catalog/default/dw03732ccb/product/images/2037/319/2037319/2037319_001_main.jpg)</div></div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>He dreamed… he dreamed of the nuclear wasteland he’d found himself yanked from.  The place where villains ruled and he was known as the man who’d killed the X-Men. A true place of nightmares far as he was concerned. Ultimately it was a place he believed was hell… and he deserved to be there. It was that “desire” to go back that kept bringing the nightmares back.<br/><br/>In his dreams he wandered, a wolf without a pack or home to call his own. The last family he had died by his own claws and it earned him his exile. No town would have him for more than a day or two not even the scummiest. Which was fine by him, he’d never cared much for people. The dream would always end the same though, in the ruins of Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. The place his life ended.  He always woke up screaming and thrashing like a mad man, thank god his room was sound proof.<br/><br/>He was in the mansion; against his better judgement he’d found a home here in the past. What brought him here, and why he was here took a better mind than his to figure out. For the first couple of years he’d stayed on his own tracking those down who had brought about the apocalypse in his time and making sure such a thing couldn’t happen again. His soul was already black…. It could handle a few more stains.<br/><br/>During that time he’d ran into the X-Men this time’s version of the team. It wasn’t the X-Men that he’d known in his time. Some familiarities, some wild cards, but in truth it was the spirit of the team he once gave his life and his heart to.<br/><br/>Which was why he tried to stay away…..<br/><br/>Storm’s voice came over the intercom system letting everyone know about an emerging issue. His eyes blearily cracked open fighting the lingering effects of the dream as he pushed the blanket off of his nude body.  Naked, with his cock swinging between his legs he padded to the shower and used the cold water to chase sleep and the nightmare away.<br/><br/>“The past is the past.” He reminded himself as he got out and pulled on his usual jeans, steel toed boots, and black turtle neck. “The past is the past.”<br/><br/>Despite his desire to stay away he’d found another home here, and another family.  Now he was their fiercest protector his feelings for some notwithstanding. Fighting the good fight once more. Maybe it was the universes way of balancing things out…. Or maybe he was starring down the butt of some big cosmic joke.<br/><br/>Or maybe THIS was the dream.<br/><br/>“The past is the past.” He murmured as he reached the subbasement Oro was waiting in. The door swished open, granting him access and his hands shoved deep in his pocket as he came in. His eyes landed on Oro taking her in with a small smile of pleasure before coming to stand at her left side.<br/><br/>“Morning darling.” He said to her, unable to stop himself from flirting a touch.