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“Listen normally I’d be int’bitin’ but uh...from you NOT so much.”

IT’S only really a half truth. He’d still probably be into it, but there are certain ramifications from said action that he is MOST CERTAINLY ‘not into’, i.e. possibly becoming a giant beastial wolf in the process of being BITTEN. He grunts quietly hands folding together as he gives the man a dead on stare before shaking his head.

He had heard a variety of stories in recent months, tall tales that spoke of a beast that could disguise itself as a human, travelling in specific circles that afforded him a position of significant repute. He had also heard that as soon as these stories had begun to propagate, a equally dedicated effort had been mounted in order to stop their spread, owing to intentions of preserving reputations, or so the rumours went.       In any event, Thor wished to find out the truth, parse the facts from the wildly made accusations to see for himself if there was credence to the claims that a werewolf was vying for power and votes in what was one of Midgard’s strongest nations. In order to do so, he favours the direct option, crashing a press conference the representative is holding down town, casual garb mercifully worn this day instead of his much preferred warrior attire, voice raised enough to drown out the sounds of less significant conversations that were being held.

Since what had happened, after the first night as a skinwalker and having murdered Tom, Dustin had begun running. He’d headed West, as most people do when running away and eventually ended up back home in Texas. It had been a long lonely journey, just him and his dog Rebel. They’d stayed in hunting cabins, deer blinds, old run down places. Dustin had kept out of towns except when he needed food - or alcohol. 

It was a venture in for supplies that drew his attention to the new Rep in California, just a headline that he dismissed as being something National Enquirer worthy until hearing about the guy again, and again, and then a third or fourth time. A werewolf in Congress? Really? How? How could someone be like him and not be hunted or tossed in a zoo or something? What did he know that Dustin didn’t? 

❛   do they know what you are ------your people ?   ❜

          she’s referring, of course, to those who work closely with him. it’s obvious that his constituents don’t know anything, or it would be all over the news. there must be something spooking him, or he wouldn’t have gotten in touch with the watcher’s council, wouldn’t have wanted to speak to a slayer. as if remembering herself, buffy shakes her head and offers a shrug.

The raking of claws as they dig into his left cheek is akin to daggers piercing tender flesh. Being caught by such a swipe propels him back a step, a flash of anger rising hotly on his face, but evaporated just as quickly. This one knew better than to groan loudly in pain, denying his foe the satisfaction of knowing harm had been inflicted. No, all that the blond does instead is grit his teeth, gaze flinty as his divine ichor runs in streams from the gashes made.    Refusing to back down, hands are clenched into fists, leading with the left as he drew back an arm and socked the lupine creature’s maw with a quick jab, taking care to grind his knuckles against the other’s snout as he followed this motion with a right uppercut, which connected with the underside of the lycanthrope’s jaw, intending to rattle him. 

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