I havent, yet you condemn me and all other witches and wizards for utilizing an ability that we were born with, one that is within our nature. We were born with magic in our blood and so it is a part of our existence. You sneer at wands for giving us the ability to focus our innate powers, but it serves the same function to us as the moon does for your kind. It reveals our true natures and gives us control of those powers that would otherwise lie dormant.

Alright, as much as he hated to admit it, the wizards rebuttal made complete sense. They were using what theyd naturally been given, just as he used his nature with pride and power. But stubbornness would not allow him to voice an agreement with Kenneth. He had a reputation of being vicious and unreasonable to uphold, darnit!

Hed seen it on the wanted posters. Vicious and unreasonable. Approach with caution. Actually, dont approach at all. Run. Flee, flee for your miserable mortal life!

So hed added the last bit in his mind. So what? Is that a problem?

Fenrir sought out a fray in the fabric of Kenneths explanation, and pounced on an example from his own past. Maybe it wasnt the best example, and maybe it wasnt the best counter-argument.actually, it was probably a horrible onebut he wasnt here to win a debate. He was here to exact revenge on this MacMillian wizard for the mistreatment of one of his kin. Keep an eye on the goal.

Im not sneering at yer nature, Macmillian, Fenrir uttered with a sneer. An yeh shouldnt sneer at mine. My kin kill to eat and survive, while yours use yer magic to kill uselessly. Protectin innocents? Yehre doin em no favor, not helping them see their weakness and overcome it. Instead yer hidin it from them. In nature, the weak serve as prey to help the strong survive. Yer wreakin the balance.

This thought was becoming stronger as he spoke, and Fenrir carried right on. I was born with magic too, an went to school fer it. An after my true nature was awoken, yeh know what yer sort did? Used my shifts as lesson plans! The throaty growl invaded his speech once more. Lessay a group o Muggles catches yer doin a trick, Macmillian, and disarms yeh. They put you in a cell and gape and gawk, an because yer weak-coddling morals won let ye kill yer stuck there. Watched and laughed at, fer every spasm of pain.

The story was coming out as the memory was revived, and Fenrir realized distantly that he was sharing far more than hed meant to. But suddenly this wasnt about an example. The urge to tell the tale broke his inhibitions, and his pupils turned inward in the manner of a person experiencing a flashback. The teachers ye face durin the day are there, lookin calmly through the bars as claw after claw of pain burrows into yer bones. Yer fellow students are taking notes, eyes wide with curiosity as a lance of mind-shattering pain breaks yer face. An when its over and yer curled up, hurtin and scared, the teacher keeps right on talkin. See how the beast fears you? That is because Vitur Arason is no longer there. What you are seeing is a confused monster, that would tear out your throat if it caught you alone. It doesnt think, no shred of humanity left. Would anyone like to try the reversal hex we have studied?

He paused, then a snarling grin cracked his scarred features and his golden gaze snapped back into focus. The reversal hex? Fenrir asked Macmillian, fixing him with that eerie grin. Im sure yehve heard of it. Imagine, students given the chance to try it out! I bet that makes yer torturing heart squeal with glee, dont it? I bet it does. Twice the pain o the first transformation, and none o the joy ye get from knowin yer perfection is showin.

Hed been made well aware of who the real beasts were. And it wasnt his kin.