Fenris

From Betweenlines

Master: Curtis Riley
Trump: Page
Face: The Tower
Power 4, Finesse 3, Resistance 3
Influences: Tower 1, Ownership 2
Numina: Harrow, Death Grip
Weakness: Justice
Strength: Adamant, vs. Mental and Social Control
Granted Gift: 1 WP per story
Virtue: Faith
Vice: Wrath

Fenris appears to forcibly tear himself out of Curtis, ripping and tearing the way through. Fenris' posture is reminiscent of a gorilla, hunched over and using its forearms for balance when not manipulating objects. A mouth almost cartoonishly wide stretches across the wolf-creature's muzzle, filled with yellow teeth and dripping a thick saliva with mixes of blood. Anyone unwise enough to find himself staring into the wolf's opened mouth sees a severed hand floating inside of the empty void this pointed gateway leads to. The whole of its body is covered in black fur tipped with red. Its hackles stand raised as wide vacant eyes glow without any sign of sentience, surveying his surroundings with a terrible look. At the end of its feet, and each finger on its large hands protrudes a cruelly curved yellow claw. The wolf is a constant source of motion, capering back and forth restlessly. It snaps and claws at those who come close, and never stays still for more than a second. Snarls and growls come from it each time though as it finds itself kept in check, restrained by silvery-white silk threads that criss-cross across both his body, and Curtis' as well, binding the two and restraining each of them. While blood may gush, and terrible things may happen, not a drop of blood may ever stain these cords, even should they wash over Curtis and Fenris alike. The silken threads of Gleipnir remain pure and unmarked.