#c;fenrir

[magicalmuses]

“If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.” (To Fenrir)

It was common that Fenrir would get into fights. It was mainly when people recognised him as a wanted man to the Ministry and they come at him thinking they could take him on. Of course it never worked in their favour.

"He's dead." The large werewolf growled out to the women as she tended to the wound on his face.

[magicalmuses]

“Are you lost?” ((For Fenrir, from Isabelle))

Fenrir had been doing a walk of his land, making sure it was safe for his pack and pups to roam as the spring time came upon them.

He stopped near the edge of the forest and lifted his head sniffing as he smelt a sweet smell not far from them and he headed in that direction and that's where he heard the voice.

He turned and looked towards the lady, his eyes narrowing as he looked her over to decide if she would be a threat to his kin. "And why would I be lost?"

[magicalmuses]

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Fenrir was asleep for once in his life. Normally he was up keeping an eye on the pack but he had gone to bed with his mate only to wake with the boy between his legs bobbing away at his length. He let out a small growl from his throat. "What are you doing pup?"

[magicalmuses]

Name: Fenrir Greyback

Age:  Unknown

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Faceclaim: Jason Momoa

About:

Fenrir was turned at a young age and decided that his goal was to infect as many people as possible. He wanted Werewolves to dominate the wizarding world.

Fenrir aligned himself with Voldemort, not because he believed in the cause because this gave him the chance to gain access to more potential victims.

After an Attack on some muggles, Greyback was taken to the custody of the ministry of magic. Acting like his was a muggle, he was soon let go as he wasn't on the werewolf registry. This angered Lyall Lupin who called Werewolves "soulless, evil, deserving of nothing but death". In retaliation for that statement, Fenrir  bit and turned Lyalls son Remus.

Fenrir was soon known to be so savage that the Ministry began to put wanted posters of the werewolf.

When Voldemort died, Fenrir didn’t go looking for him and instead, retreated back into the forest and looked after his pack, while still going out and attacking people, especially kids to turn them.

He was captured many times but never held for long before he escape to continue on his goal.

(Then all the stuff about the Second Wizarding War I cant be bothered writing up)

[ofmythandlegend-blog1]

"Please just look at me" Fen

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He was shaking all over, clothes half shredded from a set of claws. Self inflicted. He’s covered in blood and most of it isn’t his own. He could still hear Clint’s screaming ringing in his ears. He couldn’t even remember why he’d done it or how he’d even ended up at the Barton house in the first place. All he knew was that there was blood beneath his nails, there was blood everywhere. He could taste it in his mouth and it made him feel sick to his stomach. 

Hundreds of images flash through his head, a sharp pain in his skull growing with every one of them. His mother, a little brother who’s alternate form grew bigger and bigger by the day, a little sister who never joined in on his and Jorgi’s fights. Mom. The boy wails, the first sound he’s made since he’d shifted back to his human self. All he wants is his mother. He doesn’t even know if she exists on this plane or if she really is gone for good. 

Fen continues to scream and wail, is still doing so when Roy finds him. He doesn’t even know she’s there at first. When he does realize it, panic floods his system. “No!” He can’t even see her through tear blurred vision as he scrambles back, ignoring how every time something touched his skin it felt like another flame was added to the burning feeling of his hide. 

“Stay away from me! Before I hurt you too!” This time it wasn’t a threat, nor a promise. It was a terrifying self-made prophecy. He couldn’t trust himself anymore, couldn’t trust his own body or his own brain. He didn’t even know who he was anymore, inside or out.

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@madnessresideshere (x)

Hmm. Perhaps his father was right, at least about making himself something for others to fear. He did turn into an incredibly large wolf, that was pretty scary he assumed. “I am something to be feared, father! I am your son and I am a great beast. He who doesn’t fear me is a fool.”

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@firingredarrows

“Ah, wonderful. A visit from everyone’s least favorite homewrecker. Just what I was hoping for today.”