She continued looking on at him as she devoured her portion. The fact that he had not partaken of her offering yet made her all the more wary of him, but not to the point of fleeing. It was possible he was unsure of her intentions as well, and therefore had every reason to not accept the meat.

He asked for a name. That would be difficult to communicate at such a distance. She would try. After all, his vision could very well allow him to see her tattoo. The girl turned and lifted her matted hair away from her neck showing the block letters F.E.N.I.R. . It was what she thought was her name at the least. She tapped it a few times and then pointed at herself. Hopefully that would be satisfactory. With his question taken care of, she sliced a new portion for herself and waited to see what would come next.

The seconds that ticked by were both adrenalin filled and tranquil. There was an odd sense of patience in situations like this. Like a predator waiting for something to flag him to attack. One would have to be still to identify that, so that is what Victor remained doing even as the girl retreated back into the under brush, yet not really leaving. 

His head tilted slightly to the left as the girl dragged the body of a dead buck through the bush. So then she could hunt, he wondered, but it was what happened next that put Victor on edge. The girl had claws, but not just any claws, the kind that sparked a familiar anger in him. The mutant kept his composure however, even as a portion of the dead animal was thrown over to him first before she started indulging in a portion of her own. He wasn’t going to accept the food. “Got a name.” He growled at her.

leftsomescratches:

Victor had picked up on her scent a while back ago, but since it didn’t seem that the girl had any interest in getting any closer, Victor chose to keep ignoring her. If she had any intelligence in that head of hers, she’d know to stay away, but after some time of having her trail him from a distance, Victor was beginning to become curious. 

He had determined that she smelled a lot like the Runt, but last Victor checked he killed the last girl Logan had, and every frail before that too. Finally, frustrated and too inquisitive about the girl, Victor turned to face her and sat down on a fallen log, his eyes trained on her, unwavering. There he stayed, waiting for the girl to either come closer or run off.

Now it was a stare down of sorts. The two simply gazed at each other for a time, before finally, Fenir decided to test the waters. She retreated off into the bushes for a moment. Some rustling was heard, before she reemerged carrying a recently killed buck over her shoulder. She sliced off a few portions, and a leg, tossing them hard. the meat landed roughly in the same spot, around the midway point between them. She sliced off a cut of raw bloody venison for herself, tearing into it as she watched for his reaction to the offering.

@leftsomescratches

It was with hesitation she approached the other. He did carry a scent that suggested he may be family... but it didn’t come from him. It came from on him, as if his clothing or body had been soaked in it many times. This left her confused, and unsure. Hence, the distance between them in the clearing. Plenty of time to turn and run if things went wrong. For now she only stared, wide eyed at the other. The near feral girl found him to be intriguing... but also indisputably terrifying.

//starter call!

mypralaya:

The child could certainly recognize a pattern, judging by her expression. “I gave you dessert first,” Haven said, “but a growing girl needs more besides that.” She tossed next a few packets containing vitamins and supplements. “Most of it’s still sweet enough, I hope. There’s also a few little things in there that should clear out any parasites you might have picked up. You’ve obviously done a more than adequate job surviving out here but worms surely aren’t much help are they?” Again, she doubted the girl understood much, if anything, of what she was saying. But she just thought talking would help. It likely couldn’t hurt, anyway, and her tone and gestures all remained nonthreatening. She decided to try something simple to gauge how much girl might know what she was saying. “My name is Radha Dastoor, or Haven.” She pointed to herself and repeated, “Haven. Hay-ven.” She then pointed to the girl with a questioning look, inviting her to state her own name if she had one.

Fenir picked up the new packages and tore into them, gobbling down the new food just as she had the sweets. She was not picky, and the contents were indeed somewhat sweet despite having a bitterness to them as well.

Worms? She wasn’t aware of having any worms, weren’t those normally found in the earth? Sure she’d eaten some over the few years she’d lived out in her woods, but she doubted they were alive inside her. Then the woman gave her name, and even did so a second time more slowly. Fenir realized it to be a test. She lifted her long matted hair, and showed off the tattoo on her neck.

F.E.N.I.R.

It was the closest thing she had to a name, so she’d taken it as hers.

chaoticallycrimson:

“Well you should join me.” He offered quite easily. Somehow the initial hesitance and wariness of her had for the most part ebbed away. “I hear they restocked the mini fridge in there with some ice cream sandwiches. If we’re lucky there will still be some in there. If.”

He gestured for her to follow him, admittedly he was wondering if she still understood any of what he just said. At the very least her mannerisms and reactions set her far apart from the person she shared her face with.

She followed him, at his prompting. Ice cream, she knew what ice cream was, and the thought of getting some made her genuinely interested in the place he spoke of. Fenir trailed him a few feet back, still cautious, not only of him, but of her own reactions. The last thing she’d want to do was scare off a potential friend.

When they arrived she raised her nose sniffing the air. She did indeed smell some ice cream in the room. Fenir walked over to the small box the scent came from, unsheathed her claws, and cut into the side, making a sloppy square cut out in the side of the fridge. She reached inside after the hunk of metal fell away, and grabbed the box of ice cream bars, before walking back to the young man.

chaoticallycrimson:

Julian peeked at the spot she seemed to be gesturing towards. “… Fenir?” It seemed to be what she was called he guessed. He looked back at the strange girl who was looking back at a him. “Uh… So… Have you been to the student lounge lately?” It was literally the only thing he could think to ask, namely because he was originally where he was going to go before getting roped into his current situation.

She had never been to this “common room”. Fenir mostly stuck to the outside of the school in her downtime. The few trees and grass reminded her of her forest home where she had began her life, and helped to comfort her. But the boy was trying to be nice, perhaps even to be her friend? She had seen what friends were, she knew she wanted some, but her rage syndrome prevented her from socializing well. The other approaching her, perhaps even in spite of his fear... it was kind. Very kind. She shook her head no, looking at him wide eyed, curious about the place he spoke, only due to his own interest in her.

//A starter call for everybody’s favorite semi canon Logan clone, Fenir!

mypralaya:

Hunters and hikers had told tales of narrow escapes from a vicious clawed girl in these woods, and bodies that had turned up suggested some had not been so lucky. It was now suspected that a serial killer, likely of the mutant or metahuman variety, was using the forest as a stalking ground. A police response had been mounting to scour the area until the murderer could be found and brought to justice. Haven had other ideas. Especially now that it was very clear that while the girl probably had killed, she was not a murderer. Not in the sense of being responsible for it. It didn’t take a psychologist to see the child was feral; perhaps due to upbringing (or lack thereof), the proverbial “raised by wolves” sort, or perhaps, as sometimes happened, due to mutation. Mutants with external animalistic features sometimes struggled with the mental attributes of animals as well. It was quite possible she had been a normal girl with a normal life before being overwhelmed at puberty with her new abilities.

Either way, she needed help, and armed men storming her home with hostility would not give her that. Most likely, she would run or attack, sealing her own doom either way. All creatures responded to food. And children responded to sweets. This one was no exception. “I’m not here to hurt you,” she said. She was almost certain the girl would not understand her, but she was counting on her tone to communicate her words for her. “I have more for you, if you’d like.” She held up another such treat and tossed it again, though this time not as far away from herself as the first.

The woman was in no real danger, truly. The only she’d ever hurt were those who attacked her, came to take her away from her forest by force. Most others took the warning of her claws and growls, and left her be.

When the woman tossed out the next bit of food, she came closer. It could be a trap, but a quick glance at the woman had Fenir confident that even if she did prove to be a threat, she could be quickly dispatched.

She ate the second treat as quickly as she had the first. Such things were not something she commonly had, so the rush that the sugar had on her system made the pastries practically irresistible As she ate, she thought over what the woman had said. She did understand, more than most any would assume. A rushed mental programming had given her the understanding of several languages.

After she’d finished, she stood, walking over to the other. She watched her closely, but sniffed. She had not lied. The woman had more. The wild child looked up to her. Her rage had subsided for the time. In truth feeding her would only work if the other played her cards right. Her rage syndrome could cause a quick change in demeanor. But for the time, she was calm, and looking at the other, with a expression that could be described as expectant.

//Friendship call~

@mypralaya

The feral clone growled lowly at the other, but when a small packet of food was thrown, her anger halted slightly, a curiosity overtaking it. Low to the ground, she made her way to the offering and sniffed it before ripping through the packing. It was some kind of sweet. She eagerly scarfed it down. Her claws remained out, but when she finished, her glare subsided. The anger, the hate, she still felt it. But the other had appealed to a more basic sense with the gift. Fenir stared at her, interested in the woman.

//Starter call my dudes and dudettes.

chaoticallycrimson:

He had heard rumors, another new student at the school. One who resembled a girl he long ago knew. For whatever reason everyone looked to him to be the one to welcome her despite his protests. Finally he gave in to his friend’s demands to make the new girl feel welcome. Maybe she sensed his uncertainty or maybe the contact had been a wrong choice.

Regardless he had to try again after seeing the look of what seemed to be regret on her face. “… Sorry about that. Uh, I’m Julian. It’s nice to meet you.” He sounded uncomfortably robotic. Only aware of what others told him about her, a name and the fact that she didn’t seem to be much for talking.

Why was he introducing himself. Fenir could smell a slight anxiety about him, a fear. But... she supposed this was the nice thing to do. She was new to this school. Everyone left her alone, for good reason. Her condition did not allow for her to make friends easily. A few of the older telepaths were slowly helping chip away at her conditioning but she had overheard it would take years of sessions, and personal growth on her own part, before she was fully able to overcome her natural response to others.

She gave a small nod, her own greeting. She turned her head, tapping the tattoo of her name on her neck. It wasn’t really her name, but the experiment’s codename, but she’d never known anything else. Her own introduction out of the way, she simply stood in place, not sure what to do next. Was there more? Or was that the extent of the interaction. She had no clue. Socializing was still very new to the young mutant. But she was trying. He would have to take the lead, show her what to do next.

@omegalevcl

They had approached her so suddenly, when she had been relaxing under a tree, sure she was alone. She’d been so deep in her own mind, she’d missed them with her keen senses. When they spoke, she shot up claws extending, almost pouncing upon them with killing intent. But, upon seeing their shock and fear, her eyes went soft, knowing she was about to hurt an innocent. She was almost upon them, so she turned her claws on herself.

A cry of pain as she dropped to her knees in front of them. Then she looked up, eyes teary, blood dripping down her sweater from her self inflicted impalement. Her expression, so distraught, showed her clear regret.

@chaoticallycrimson

“RRRRR…”

He had approached her in mistake. Took her for her sister, Laura. But Fenir was far from the woman he had mistook her to be. Fenir was far more… untamed. Lacked the training, hell, even the ability to present as a normal person. Many would say she was more animal than girl. But she had now been found and brought to this school, agreed to it even. She was not without control, even if she possessed very little of it. The warning growl was because he touched her shoulder. Had she not resisted her instincts, the growl would have instead been two bloody holes in his chest, made by her claws. She still so felt the urge to lash out, but she made an effort to calm herself. Try and subside the blind rage with a few deep breaths. After doing so, she did indeed feel a bit calmer, or at least not inclined towards immediate violence. She felt bad, he probably hadn’t meant any harm at all. A sadness in her eyes,   She held up a tag on her shirt, a warning.

FENIR. CAUTION. RAGE SYNDROME SUFFERER.

//Starter call. Will be done after breakfast

//A promo for FENIR, a flawed clone of Logan Howlett. If you’d be interested in interacting, give this post a like or reblog. Her about is up and quite detailed, so give it a look to see if you’d be interested in her.