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Growling

"Lycan"

Name:	Fenrir Wolf, 43/Male
Last login:	over 3 weeks ago
Local time:	7:28 AM
Join date:	15 years, 10 months, 8 days ago
Location:	Coventry United Kingdom

"Each and every full moon, life has new meaning…"
About me: Do not dare buy me or I will rent your flesh and tear your soul asunder in a crimson hail of pain and slow agonising death… I am home where I belong, forever in bloodlust, stalking the lambs of your God with a kindred spirit and sister wolf Miss Anthropic (Bride of Death).
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Orientation:	Straight
Herds:	Blood 'n' Darkness, BloodGoreDamnation, BLADES AND BLOOD

Fenrir's tales

Fenrir (or Fenris) is a gigantic and terrible monster in the shape of a wolf. He is the eldest child of Loki and the giantess Angrboda. The gods learned of a prophecy which stated that the wolf and his family would one day be responsible for Ragnarok (The destruction of the world). They caught the wolf and locked him in a cage. Only the god of war, Tyr, dared to feed and take care of the wolf.

When he was still a pup they had nothing to fear, but when the gods saw one day how he had grown, they decided to render him harmless. However, none of the gods had enough courage to face the gigantic wolf. Instead, they tried to trick him. They said the wolf was weak and could never break free when he was chained. Fenrir accepted the challenge and let the gods chain him. Unfortunately, he was so immensely strong that he managed to break the strongest fetters as if they were cobwebs.

After that, the gods saw only one alternative left: a magic chain. They ordered the dwarves to make something so strong that it could hold the wolf. The result was a soft, thin ribbon: Gleipnir. It was incredibly strong, despite what its size and appearance might suggest. The ribbon was fashioned of six strange elements: the footstep of a cat; the roots of a mountain; a woman's beard; the breath of fishes; the sinews of a bear; and a bird's spittle.

The gods tried to trick the wolf again, only this time Fenrir was less eager to show his strength. He saw how thin the chain was, and said that was no pride in breaking such a weak chain. Eventually, though, he agreed, thinking that otherwise his strength and courage would be doubted. Suspecting treachery however, he in turn asked the gods for a token of good will: one of them had to put a hand between his jaws. The gods were not overly eager to do this, knowing what they could expect. Finally, only Tyr agreed, and the gods chained the wolf with Gleipnir. No matter how hard Fenrir struggled, he could not break free from this thin ribbon. In revenge, he bit off Tyr's hand.

Being very pleased with themselves, the gods carried Fenrir off and chained him to a rock (called Gioll) a mile down into the earth. They put a sword between his jaws to prevent him from biting. On the day of Ragnarok, Fenrir will break his chains and join the giants in their battle against the gods. He will seek out Odin and devour him. Vidar, Odin's son, will avenge his father by killing the wolf.

Extracted from The Prose Edda and The Poetic Edda ( by Snorri Sturluson., Circa 13th Century) by Micha F. Lindemans (1997).

Fenrir Wolf "Lycan" Growling - 15 years, 10 months, 6 days ago

“Pray thee, what’s his disease?
A very pestilential disease, my lord, they call it Lycanthropy.
What’s that? I need a dictionary to it!
I’ll tell you my lord…

In those that are possessed by it, there o’erflows such melancholy humor, they imagine themselves to be transformed into wolves, steal forth to church yards in the dead of night and dig dead bodies up (to devour). As two nights since one met the duke, (the character being talked about by the two men), ‘bout midnight, in a lane behind St. Mark’s church, with the leg of a man upon his shoulder; and he howled fearfully. Said he was a wolf, only difference was, a wolf’s skin was hairy on the outside, his was hairy on the inside! He bade them take their swords, rip up his flesh, and see!!”

John Webster “The Duchess of Malfi” 1614.

Fenrir Wolf "Lycan" Growling - 15 years, 10 months, 8 days ago

“Now once on a certain occasion Sigmund and Sinfjötli ranged farther than ever into the woods to get riches for themselves; they found a hut and two men with heavy gold rings asleep inside the hut. They had been bewitched, because there were wolf-skins hanging over them, and only on every tenth half-day could they come out of those skins; they were both sons of kings. Sigmund and Sinfjötli put on those wolf-skins, and could not come out of them to resume their human shapes and natures, until the time described before. Now they uttered wolf-howls, yet they could distinguish each other’s voices. They betook themselves into the forest, each of them going his own way. They had agreed between themselves, however, that they would attack though there were seven against them, but no more, for then he who was being attacked should utter his wolf-howl.”

Extracted from the Old Norse Völsungasaga (Saga of the Völsungs).

Fenrir Wolf "Lycan" Growling - 15 years, 10 months, 8 days ago

A wolf or wolves do change their hair, but never their hearts…

“I say wolf, for all wolves are not of the same sort. There is one kind with an amenable disposition, neither noisy, nor hateful, nor angry, but tame, obliging and gentle. Following the young maids in the streets, even into their own homes. Alas!! who does not know that these gentle wolves are of all such creatures the most dangerous!”

Charles Perrault 1697.