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Wanted: Fenris [DEVIATION] Wanted for theft of ancient artifacts, murder, dueling, pirating, perjury, desecration of cadavers, body snatching, insurance fraud, tax theft, loss of a ship, complete destruction of a castle, cattle raiding, breaking and entering, dragon wrestling, flying a dragon in a no-fly zone, permitting a donkey to sleep in a bathtub, cheating at cards, imitating an animal, and jaywalking.   Name: Fenris (No known last name) Height:  Approximately 8 feet (~2.4m) (excluding ears)         Weight: Approximately 32 stone (~450 lbs/205 kg)          Build: Solid, muscular                           Eye Color: Red                                     Eye Shape: Narrow        Face Shape: Lupine                               Ear Shape: Triangular                          Lip Shape: Thin, follows jawline Hair Color: Gray (same as rest of fur) Hair Texture: Presumed to be coarse                  Hair Length: same as rest of fur, typical for a

From Whence He Came             It was a clear, sunny day, the breeze constant in its flow over the sea. Molly stood by the ship’s wheel as Fenris gripped it tight.             “Loosen up!” she said with a smile, gently working the wolf’s large fingers from the handles. “You need to get the feel for it in good conditions like this. That’s better.” The scruffy human girl couldn’t easily reach both of his hands, so she settled on placing hers over his right one.   “Now, let the motion of the rudder in the water come to you through the wheel. Feel the wind, the pull of the current, and how they’re different from the direction we’re going. All we want to do here is keep the course.”             Fenris risked a quick glance down to her before looking back up to the horizon. “How do I know I’m going in the right direction?”             “By the feel. And your senses. And your nose. It’s a lot of things when you don’t have…,” she said, patting his hand. “Look, you’ve taken to everything on

25 – A Younger Wolf   “No! I don’t care - end of discussion!”   Snowball stopped paddling in the lower section of the hollow iceberg, a clear frozen ice bubble separating him from the section Fenris was now in up above. The water quietly lapped at the insides of the ‘berg, small splashes of the cold seawater followed by it dripping off the ice around him.     “But we couldn’t have done it without them,” the snow dragon said, front paws still on the ice in front of him. He started paddling slowly again in the water, tail working back and forth while pushing the iceberg onward. “They created the diversion to get Réz aboard the ship with the chunks of ice I made, brought her there, and got her back – along with all your equipment. They asked for nothing to help us get you back. We have to at least thank them and let them know you’re safe.”   “You do it. Leave me on a rock, this iceberg, or even back with the goliaths. I’ll not let you turn me over to them.” Fenris fumed. Turning away he

An Unusual Hatching-Rebirth (Rewrite) Renzo sighed inwardly. He knew better than to make any sound in the house his parents squatted in. The still warm meal (which he had stolen from a noble’s kitchens) he had placed on the table sat there nearly devoured. He thought it was something his one skill could accomplish to make things seem normal, or at least as normal as he imagined they might be. To have food, good food, for dinner, and for the three of them to sit together to share it. "I just wanted to feel like this was home, a real home..."   But that was just a dream. Whatever his parents’ problems were, they had just started eating the moment he had brought in the heavy kettle. No questions where he had gotten it from, no thanks, nothing. Not that anything he had tried to do had ever been shown any appreciation. Affection was not something they gave, either of them. He wasn’t sure why he had tried.   And now both of them were falling asleep at the rickety table, meager scraps left

That Transformation Burn Tom watched the removal of the needle from his arm with rapt attention. He never could stand watching them go in, and was surprised how far the nurse had inserted it. “How long before my DNA changes?” he asked through his mask, perhaps a bit too eagerly. The nurse stood up with the empty syringe in her hand and deposited it in the biohazard receptacle before answering him. “Excuse me? Oh, you mean the mRNA. It just teaches your cells to make copies of the spike protein.  That allows your body to recognize it and know to fight it off. They’ll be destroyed quickly and the mRNA vaccine will go away. It’s very temporary; there’s no affect to your DNA at all.” She placed an adhesive bandage on his arm where she had given him the shot. He watched her carefully. “Temporary. That’s cool. So, when do I start to sprout fur or scales?” She turned to look back at him with a raised eyebrow. “Uh… never? You’ll probably have a sore arm for a day or so, maybe a minor

 24 – Search the Ship Réz peeked out from her snow-white cloak to look through the sheet of ice as the men’s boat left the iceberg she was hidden in. The kobold waited until they all had their backs to her as they climbed onto the next incoming iceberg. Removing her warm, hooded, white cloak made from the-snow-dragon’s fur, she stuffed it under her leather armor. The brown would blend in better aboard the wooden ship. With a careful kick, the small sheet of ice that had served as her window out from the packed snow fell and she quietly emerged from her hiding place. Quickly replacing the ice chunk to re-cover the hole, the kobold climbed the ship’s anchor chain, working her way silently up to its port hole in the ship’s side. Réz paused to check her surroundings before entering. The men were all looking away, on their boats, another iceberg, or hidden by the overhang of the ship’s stern. No one was tending the anchor as she squeezed her way through the hole in the thick planks which

Pay the Piper Fenris lay chest down, nose to the floor, chained and spread-eagle in the cold, dark cell. It was in the lowest hold of the ship, below the waterline. Here the heavy wooden planks just above the bilge were damp but had been holystoned smooth. This was not a typical sailing ship in anyone’s navy, nor any normal pirate ship. This was the private ship of Cordonza and the wolf knew it only sailed when the man himself was onboard. The werewolf’s head was covered by a shiny two-piece helmet. Small holes in it were for him to speak and see through, but the eye holes were presently covered by a visor. There was no light where he was anyway. His bulky chains were held tight to four stout beams connected in a square, an iron muzzle over his snout. The beams were presently fastened to the floor and held him face down with their weight, chains preventing any movement, neck bent in a way that ached from the night there. His fur was all that kept him warm in the cold ship, locked