Garm

Garm claims, to anyone who will listen, to be the Garmr of Norse mythology, despite her apparent physical differences. She doesn't much seem to care if people believe her or not, though if she's in a bad mood, she'll quickly resort to violence against vocal doubters. It probably doesn't help that Garm looks very little like the Greatest of Hounds from Norse mythology, and instead more matches the typical 'wolf-girl' of recent fame... though how much wolf and how much girl is in her at any moment seems to depend on her mood.

At six foot four, the herald of Fimbulwinter is a towering woman that looks down on most normal people, with a build that would fit in more at a porno shoot than anywhere in Norse mythology. Long, strong legs lead up to her wide and swaying hips, with her soft and full rump bringing up her rear just beneath a thick, furry tail. Her waist narrows into an hourglass figure before spreading back out to her plush, heavy breasts, a pair of mounds that ignore gravity and defy convention, and would easily be a D cup or more, if Garm ever bothered to wear a bra. She is somewhat broad shouldered, but since most people aren't looking there while looking at her, it's not too much of an issue.

Garm is a fine example of someone who is prettier when she's not smiling, as she only seems to know how to do a cocky, arrogant smirk, and it shows off a disturbing array of sharp teeth behind her pouty, lush lips. The lines of her face are angular, with clearly defined cheeks and a slender chin, and long, quirked eyebrows. Her eyes are a deep, smoldering red, like the coals of a dying fire, while her whole head is framed by a mop of thick, dark black hair. Poking through the hair despite it's size are the pointed, furred ears of a wolf.

Whether she truly is the Garm of lore is still up for debate, since she changes her explanation for the differences in the mythology on a regular basis. Even if she isn't, though, she's a frightening predator when she wants to eat, capable of bizarre and unnatural distortions of her jaw to swallow whole things up to her own size, and if she really wants to eat someone bigger ('cause they look delicious or have angered her), she can change her form into that of a pure wolf, with a varying size based on her interests. This great wolf form can be as large as nearly twenty foot at the shoulder and a bit more than fifty foot long counting her tail, or as small as only six foot at the shoulder and fifteen foot long. Like her mixed form, her fur is all black, matte and lusterless, but she maintains a 'mane' of fur around her head that resembles how her hair looks in both of her other forms. As before, this 'hair' is far more vibrant and shiny, as opposed to the dull fur. Her eyes in this form are oddly a deep, icy blue instead of the usual smoldering red.

Her howl in either form also has strange properties. Depending on volume, her howl can open locks, break chains, or unravel magical curses. "All bonds are loosed, all fetters are broken," is the whole of her explanation for this power, usually with a toothy grin.

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Garm has picked up a taste for living food, especially those still living as they reach her stomach. In either form, her body adjusts to make room for prey she has swallowed whole, and she relishes the act of digesting them as they scream. She used to avoid willing prey, on the grounds of, "That's how they bound Fenrir. Never trust a free meal." Of late, though, she's gotten more relaxed about it, especially with the sheer number of free meals she can find around the park.

While she'll never be willing prey herself, bigger or greater predators can attempt to feast upon her, but they'll likely have to put up one hell of a fight. Garm seems to adapt to her opponent, her strength, durability, and fighting skill altering to match or slightly exceed theirs, within certain limits. If asked about this, she'll almost always clam up and get either violent or sullen.

It might be a sign. A Yellow Sign.

The best way to eat her is also her most frequently used way to get prey: sex. The Greatest of Hounds is a very feral and primal creature, and will eagerly indulge in wanton or debased acts with partners both willing and not. She does this as much for the ecstasy of sex as the way it makes her prey easier to swallow whole in their post-coital exhaustion. Appealing to her lusty side is often the best way to keep her from attempting to flee a larger predator. in particular, she's been known to become more submissive with males who can really put her in 'her place.' She's still a canine by nature, and a female one, so it is in her mindset to submit to someone who is a proven alpha.

I'm mostly straight, so Garm is, too. Garm will eat females without question, but girl-girl sex will be more of a toss-up based on my mood of the day. Men and herms are welcome, though.

(Sliders not shown are sliders I am essentially neutral on. I'll do those things both ways.)