Once Bitten
By MidnightWolf
shedrich@comcast.net
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Day Four
Saturday August 20 th, 2005 1:23 am
It’s late, I’m very exhausted and need to sleep, but I think I should make a journal entry, anyways.
It wasn’t long after I got out of the water when the others arrived. [Oh, the water helped a bit with the fleas, but not much . . .] My first impression of the first one, was that she was very wild . . . no, not wild in the modern way: not a party animal, heaven’s no. She . . . Tala is her name . . . I learned has a pack of her own. For Tala . . . is a wolf.
Well, not exactly that, she’s a werewolf, too. Eldrew did mention there were those who could turn into wolves. Apparently Tala is the first one for me to meet.
Anyways, turned out she has turned away from most of what humanity is, can’t really say I blame her for that matter, but I won’t stop here to talk about that. Maybe some other time . . .
She didn’t exactly despise humans, though, she was elderly—nearly seventy years old—and she wanted to die as a wolf would. So she sought out to be with those she felt the closest to. So why would she attend a gathering like this? That is obvious, she’s a werewolf too. She comes to these not just to catch up on human matters, but also to meet new werewolves: in this case that would be me. I suspect she is happier as a wolf, heck, I also learned that she hadn’t turned human in about 4 years now.
I suspect she might be native American, but I’m not that familiar with which clan. She didn’t mention anything about it. I’m also uncertain if it would be wise for me to inquire on such a thing, I understand some cultures may not be open about themselves. At least that is my understanding.
Anyways, she is the only one who had attended who had the capability to turn into a wolf. So she did have to take on the werewolf form . . . what she had called the liarugre form. That way it was easier to communicate with others, because everyone else was in that form.
I probably should note “to communicate” doesn’t necessarily imply “comprehension.” I had never heard the language she spoke before, where did it come from, I had wondered at the time. Then I learned why Eldrew is a linguist: to discover just that. Apparently he had; for he was the one translating for her, but even he seemed to have a bit of a problem. I had learned that Eldrew only recently unlocked the secrets of the language. He told me what he knew about it, and mentioned a paper he had written: one that is only available to us werewolves . . . or liarugres, or whatever it’s called.
He keeps teasing my curiosity, there is so much . . . knowledge to be gained about the entire lycanthropic race, I’m just dying to learn more. In time, though, in time, I’ll be sure to write whatever I can whenever I do: To help others understand who we are.
Back to Tala: She had turned to the werewolf form [for simplicity’s sake, I’ll just stick with that term for now] She was rather friendly, and seemed to have a grandmotherly wisdom and affection, too. She greeted me with open arms, literally, and spoke in that language again. I had no idea what it meant until Eldrew said that she was saying “hello” and “welcome” to put it simply.
Now for the other individual . . . Selina, she . . .
Hmm, well . . . I could go off on a rant about how preposterous “love at first sight” is, but then I’d have to be force-fed my words, most definitely.
She is far much younger than Tala . . . and . . . very attractive . . . can’t believe I just wrote that, sounds like the words of a love-sick puppy . . . oh, ha ha . . .
I worry . . . is this such a good idea . . . writing a journal that someone could possibly read? Especially after what I just wrote? This will definitely have to be edited if it ends up going public in the werewolf community. Maybe I shouldn’t? However, I can see this journal being a form of guidance in a way . . . If it is to be public, it might be necessary to edit out some of the more . . . personal details . . . that would be most wise . . .
Okay, fine, I’ll just write my thoughts about her. She is very attractive to me . . . silvery white fur, sleek and slender, yet . . . also graceful and strong in her own way. She is indeed a fine specimen of her breed . . . and, unfortunately, already spoken for.
Sloane was the first to welcome her when she had arrived. She was thrilled to see him. Him. I still can’t believe it . . . Yes, I guess I am jealous, but . . . I felt she deserved better. I mean . . . Sloane . . . he was an obvious Jerk-with-a-capital-J . . . what in the bloody blue Abyss does she see in him?
What luck I have, right? Any person I end up being interested in always ends up being spoken for, it is so blastedly frustrating. What can I do, right? Could step in and fight for her, but what does that really accomplish? If she loves him in return, it could alienate me from her. I don’t want that. If she is indeed happy with him, doesn’t she deserve to be happy? Is she happy with him? I am uncertain . . . she does seem to like his company . . . she’s even still with him now. Didn’t seem much interested in me, that I could tell.
Love is frustrating . . . women are confusing . . . Lessons to learn.
Okay . . . where was I . . .
Right . . . Selina, she was friendly enough, but something seemed to be bothering her: she seemed uneasy around me. Obviously she preferred to be with Sloane.
Anyways . . .
After the introductions it was time to start. I didn’t know what to expect, but it seemed the main function of the gathering was to socialize. However, I learned that our gathering was traditionally started with an initial wolf-pack song begun by those who were just blessed. In this case, I was the one to start the song.
A song right? I can’t sing, never could, what song? I had no idea which one to sing . . .
Then I realized, they didn’t want me to sing . . . they wanted me to howl.
I was . . . honored, excited, nervous . . . every feeling one experiences when they go on stage.
Even as a therian, I had bottled up my inner wolf: I never howled as much as I wanted to before lycanthropia. Even before then I wanted to howl . . . to me that was a form of release. I always had gotten the urge when the responsibilities of being human in a human world get almost too much to me, where I wanted to just go outside, get away from it all, and cry out to the moon. Being in that damnable trailer park though, I knew I couldn’t. Oh, how I wanted to so badly! And when mom was home, what would she think if I did that? At that time, I was worried what’d she think.
I had confined those urges for so long, and that time was the best opportunity to let it all out. I learned it was lot easier to howl than I thought . . . I started to howl . . . and found myself unable to stop. I felt someone’s paw on my back, a comforting presence. I learned later that it was Maia’s. Her voice joined mine . . . it was a soft almost mournful howl, and it enhanced my own, as mine enhanced hers. Eldrew sat beside Maia’s, taking her other paw, and joined in. The others had added their voices to our song as well. The song we were singing then felt as if it coming from each of their spirits as much as it was mine. There are no choirs or operas that could reproduce what we were letting out. All of us were releasing all our pent up instincts; all of us were letting out the desires to sing together as a pack. I don’t know how long it lasted, nor did I care . . . the feeling . . . the emotions were so intense . . .
Howled again . . . strange that my inner wolf was touched by something I just wrote . . . anyways, it did feel good. I’m even amused that some of the others joined in for a brief time. After I stopped they looked over at me nodding or smiling, each of them with a different sympathizing or understanding expression. The only exception was Sloane, of course.
Then there was Selina’s reaction . . . I received an odd look from her . . . not a bad kind of look . . . not sure how to explain it, but maybe I was just imagining it? Yea, probably so, just wishful thinking that’s all . . . right, then why did my tail just wag? It seems adamant at betraying my emotions, the bloody thing seems to have a mind of its own. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to it: Most of the time, I have to reach back and make it still myself, like just now . . . what was that look she just gave me?
Maybe I should take a risk and at least speak to her tomorrow. Get to know her better, no harm in that right? Just being friends and all? . . . Again my tail wags . . . Egads, will I ever get used to that?
I think it would probably be best if I just sleep now . . .
Saturday August 20 th, 2005 11:33 am
I am calm.
I am focused
I won’t succumb to my current rage, no matter how tempting it may seem.
I am so angry at Sloane right now, I wished I could just rip his throat out. The son of a bitch attacked me for no fucking reason. Damn him to hell . . .
I’ll just write down what happened, maybe it’ll calm me down . . . ha, I doubt it.
I was woken up around 10 in the morning, thanks to the damnable fleas . . . who are still bothering me! Never felt so irritable . . . so many . . . just so . . . angry!
Anyways, at least the day started out nicely. There was a hunt planned, yes that kind of hunt . . . a primal one. When I was first told about it; I was uneasy, as would anyone be. However, Eldrew stated it was another way to help appease the animal instincts. So a hunt it was, and I couldn’t argue with that logic.
I pause here to clarify something: normal wolves are pack hunters. A wolf pack usually focuses on one target to feed the pack . . . that nature remains with us werewolves. However, a pack of werewolves targeting one creature for prey . . . that is a bit overkill. I mean, we are all [to all extents and purposes] brutes . . . that is, just one of us could take down a healthy buck ourselves if we chose to. The problem is: with werewolves hunting as a pack, there has to be a large source of food. For example a herd of dear . . . So the logical thing was for each of us to take our pick from a herd, right? Well, in this case there weren’t any herds of any creature where we were at, Eldrew had said so.
So, question is, what are werewolves to do? Actually not much different than what human hunters would do. They would split up, until one of them targeted and killed their prey then rejoin the rest with food. Well, that’s what we planned. Me, Jonus, Eldrew, and Sloane . . . the four of us split up and went into the woods. We were to hunt for prey and return it to our encampment for the entire pack to feed on.
I had honestly thought that I wouldn’t be the one to find prey first, however tapping into my natural instincts actually helped. Tracking it was a bit difficult at first, but it just took a bit of time getting used to the different scents and trails. Eventually I found my buck . . . and nearly passed it . . . hey, that gives a whole new meaning to “passing the buck” . . . that’s amusing need to use that in a story somewhere.
I’m calming down some, I’ve noticed . . . that’s good to know . . .
Anyways, I had found my prey he was about thirty or forty feet from me. I could smell it, live prey which sounded appealing to my nature. I had to make the kill, though, without actually feeding on the creature. Not yet, my duty was to bring the creature back to the rest of the pack. Naturally, I had hesitated, here I was about to out-right slaughter a helpless animal. A part of me told me to leave it be, but another said it is prey, nothing more. It lives to die, we hunt to live.
I have a one track mind, I was so focused on tracking my prey I didn’t realize I was being followed. Any other creature would have noticed . . . that mistake could have cost me my life . . .
Right when I was about to spring on the buck: Sloane came at me from behind. I was caught surprised. The bastard had me pinned, his paw clamped around my throat, and he snarled in my face “You better stay away from her. Remember it was I who was watching you. If you tell anyone about this, those you care about will suffer.”
He then emphasized his threat with his other paw and punched me square on the side of the muzzle. I blacked out for a bit. Don’t remember how long . . . but he was gone . . . as well as the buck.
The bastard had attacked me for no reason. Stay away from her he said, referring to Selina. Damnit, though, that’s what I had been doing. What the fuck was his problem? I barely interacted with her.
Damn him.
I took his threat to heart, no other choice right? Blast him . . . he’ll get what’s coming to him.
Well, after the attack, I returned to base camp afterwards . . . only to discover that it was Sloane who had returned . . . with the buck that I had trailed. Damn that Sloane, taking the prey I was supposed to bring back.
I said nothing to no one, after what all had happened I didn’t feel sociable. I was hungry though, but the prey was already gone. All that remained of it was a few bones, the other six of the pack finished it off rather quickly, and none was saved for me. Obviously not enough for the buck to fill us all . . . Eldrew told me to help myself to what was in the cooler, but that wasn’t fresh kill . . . which would be more appealing to me for obvious reasons . . .
Now I’m sitting here, gnawing on chicken bones, wishing that they were parts of Sloane’s rib cage. That would be nice, quite nice indeed.
I hate that son of a bitch.
It’s a mild relief to know that I have something to keep my mind off my rage. Writing helps . . . but not by much
For once I don’t want to control these instincts, I just want to tear into him as a wolf would a hare, with nothing but a tuft of fur left over from his tail. Oh that would also be nice. Most definitely . . .
Why is Selina is coming?
Blasted tail, not now damnit.
Saturday August 20 th, 2005 7:37 pm
We’re on our way back to the den now. Tomorrow it’s time for me to go home. I look forward to it . . . but in a way, I’m going to miss being with my new friends . . . my pack, and especially Selina . . . Me and Selina are friends now . . . possibly even more, and now Sloane is no longer a threat, I feel.
I realized I probably should have told one of the others in the first place about Sloane’s threat. I guess I was too used to handling my own problems that I didn’t want to rely on others for help . . . I need to learn to get out of that habit: I’m not a lone wolf anymore. I have friends that I can rely on, now. Well, either way, things worked out for the best.
Anyways, should write down what brought all these changes, that is the most interesting.
Selina had come to talk to me.
“Something is bothering you, what is it?” She had asked me.
At the time I didn’t want to talk to anyone, I would’ve liked to talk to her, but then Sloane’s threat kept me silent. Besides, at the time . . . I wanted to brood about the situation, alone . . . that’s just how I am . . . or was.
“Why won’t you talk to me?” She finally asked after realizing I wasn’t going to say anything. She then sat down beside me, intending not to go anywhere without an answer.
“It’s Sloane, isn’t it?” she said after a few minutes of watching me.
At first, I wondered how she would know, but it was an obvious thing. I’ve learned later that he has pulled these stunts before . . . but no longer, that much is for certain.
“How did you know?” I asked her.
“This always happens, I can’t get close to anyone without him having a say in it. He gets so jealous of me.”
Indeed that was obvious, at that point I wondered where he was at. I knew if he saw me with her, things would get bad again, knowing him . . .
“Where is Sloane, dare I ask?”
“He is relieving himself, I wanted to talk to you . . . I want to be . . . friends.”
“That’s alright with me.”
“Thanks, I hope to get to talk to you more again. I should go before he returns.”
“There probably won’t be a next time if you leave, now.”
I was angry after what she just told me about Sloane. It definitely made a lot of things clear, for example it was the reason he wanted to slash my tire, to prevent my meeting with her . . . why would he go that far, though, we barely knew each other? Maybe there is more to it that I thought . . . well, if she is attracted to me—heaven forbid—she hasn’t told me about it . . . however, “Actions speak louder than words.” As my mom would say . . . right, back on my train of thought . . .
“What, what do you mean?” she asked me.
I had sighed, I didn’t think she understood what he was doing, “He’s obviously trying to control you; to keep you all to himself. He won’t let you near me again if he knew we’ve talked.” I told her flatly.
“But he won’t find out, I promise.”
I shook my head, “You can’t keep ‘secret’ friendships from him for long. If you ever want to have any friends . . . or relationships: You are going to have to stand up to him.”
“That’s not a good idea, you don’t know him like-“
“I don’t have to, I know his type—I’ve seen it before. Stay put . . . if you really want to be friends with me or anyone for that matter. You’ll stay here, make your stand against him, and tell him off yourself.”
“I don’t know if I can . . .”
“You can and you will.”
It was a bold thing for me to say, but I knew I was right. I prayed she would see it the same way I did. As for Sloane . . . I don’t know how he would react to her . . . I didn’t believe he would hurt her, and I thought surely he would see the rationalization in it . . .
As if on cue, my protagonist approached . . . his eyes glaring a dangerous red, and his ears back . . . he was pissed to say the least . . .
I never considered myself to be the valiant type, and a part of me believed I had gone past insanity to arrange something like this. I was taking a risk that Sloane wasn’t so far unstable that he would actually attack Selina. Needless to say, I’d have to defend her if it came to that, right? Indeed . . . I’m sure the others who were around would help out, as well. I wasn’t too worried about it.
“What are you doing talking to him?”
“I’m just trying to be friends with him, why do you have such a problem with that?”
He remained silent, The look in his eyes at that time was . . . disturbing. He was in less control of his instincts than I thought . . . that explains his jealousy. Then I realized . . . it was worse than I thought: it wasn’t about him controlling her . . . it was about seeking a mate. He had chosen her as his mate . . . his instincts was causing him to do such drastic things to try keeping her. His instincts were in full swing and his instincts told him: wolves mate for life. That was his intention with Selina. I didn’t know him like I had thought . . . he was too far enraged by that time, after all that had happened, and all his plans failed, that I could tell he was losing it, or already had. I tried something Eldrew said to me, hopefully trying to keep the situation civil and rational . . .
“Sloane, control yourself, is it not reasonable for her to be allowed friends? She’s human just as much as you and I. I assure you I’ve no-”
I pause . . . I am so glad I didn’t get to finish that line . . . I almost said I had no intentions of being Selina’s mate . . . thank the gods I didn’t, or things wouldn’t be as good between us as they are now. If I said that in front of her, like I was about to . . . it would’ve been extremely stupid . . . and was an obvious lie, which I would’ve regretted later . . .I am so relieved I didn’t say it . . . words can’t describe . . .
Anyways, I didn’t continue, obviously, for he swung out his paw and I then felt four hot channels of pain across the side of my muzzle.
Right . . . I knew what that meant, of course. He was too far out of control, that there would be no further reasoning with him. He was wanting to fight for his mate . . . and simply wasn’t going to let me walk away. I knew I couldn’t even if I tried . . . besides, I was tired of his bullshit. I wasn’t going to take any more of it . . . even if it meant the end of me.
A confrontation was an absolute. I was doubtful about the fight’s outcome, for I knew nothing about fighting. However, that was the old me speaking, the skinny weakling. The new me had control of something different inside me . . . the animal instincts. I knew combat would come naturally, then. I tapped into those instincts, quoting Eldrew’s words Balance and Control praying that they would be sufficient enough in at least defending myself.
Our gazes locked. I was furious. I still felt in control, but wanted those primal instincts of fighting, to surface. I struck him back, twice, one blow after another. I leapt backward after the blows to give me more space while he recovered and to watch him to see what he would do next. He then had gone down on all fours, he was getting ready to spring at me. He was snarling, and his hackles were raised.
Selina called out for help. The others heard, Jonus saw what was happening and was going to come and assist. However, Tala, barked something at Eldrew and Eldrew restrained Jonus . . . They were allowing the fight to occur . . . I didn’t know about this part until Selina told me later . . .
Anyways, I snarled back at him and then Sloane suddenly leapt at me. Following my instincts; I lashed out with both sets of claws extended, I was planning to gut him right there. When he struck, his fangs dug into one of my arms. He had me at an awkward angle, so only one set of my claws managed to get him, but not where I intended, they had dug into his side. I held tight there and clawed with all my might. Fur and gore flew off, and blood started to seep down through his fur. He roared out in anger—releasing me—and clamped down hard on my neck. I snarled in response, tried shoving him away with my free arm. His grip was tenacious . . . I felt myself weakening from the grip, I had to do something or it would have been the end.
Jonus, meanwhile, I heard was trying to break lose of Eldrew’s grip.
“They’re going to kill each other!”
“It’s not over yet, Jonus, you know the laws of the pack. We must wait.”
Jonus snarled, but stopped resisting . . . each one in the pack just watched.
I was desperately clawing at him, even managed to get at his throat. I raked at the flesh I found, scratching him, it bled . . . but wasn’t life threatening. Things started to get dark for me, but then I did the only last desperate thing I could do: I clenched my paw into a fist and smashed him in the head, once, twice . . . the third time got his eye. The last impact made him lose his grip. I struck him again with my other arm—mangled and bloody. The pain was intense, but I could feel my regeneration kicking in, my wound had already stopped bleeding.
Use your fangs, they are weapons too my instincts told me. After my blows, and while he was mildly gazed; I went down on all fours, balancing myself to leap forward. I knocked him to the ground where we tumbled briefly. My instincts then told me where to go for the killing blow: his throat. My jaw clamped down around the front of his neck. He snarled and wretched, he clawed at my face and my chest, yet I held on tight. I knew if I let go, I might not have the strength or resources for more fighting. I had to hang on. The pain from all my wounds was collectively driving me into a more feral state that even I couldn’t control. I don’t remember much after that. I do remember the taste of Sloane’s blood, and I remember his heartbeat slowing. I know I was killing him, his regenerative ability wasn’t compensating quick enough for the damage I continuously caused to his neck and the blood he was losing.
Then suddenly, someone grabbed the scruff on the back of my neck. He began to tug at me, “That is enough. You have won, let him go.” It was Eldrew.
I didn’t let go, my instincts wanted to finish off this threat, and my instincts I simply allowed them to.
“Damnations . . . Jonus help me out here! Maia and Selina, get some food and those medical supplies, quick!”
Yes, I learned later they prepare for everything . . . didn’t know they had brought medical supplies until I saw them later.
Anyways, I heard movements, but didn’t care. Sloane was almost dead, but I waited for him to die . . . my wounds weren’t completely regenerated, and I was beginning to get ravenously hungry. I had the sudden urge to begin feeding on Sloane, my humanity had no control at the time. The primal urges for survival were in full swing. Food was needed.
I then felt two massive arms grabbing me from behind, another pair from the side: both Jonus and Eldrew were pulling me away from Sloane. Eventually they succeeded, but I know I took a mouthful of Sloane with me.
Next thing I know, something large, meaty and bloody was shoved in my face. Food never tasted so good at that time, the bones, the meat, the tissues, all of it. I gnawed on the bones until there was nothing left but splinters. Not a bit was wasted . . . I was still hungry, they left more raw meat there in front of me. I paid nothing else any attention by that time, I was focused solely on my food. I learned that they were doing the same for Sloane as well, but had to force feed him. His resources were probably nearly spent. I didn’t care less, he challenged me and lost.
Selina was there beside me, tending to what little minor wounds I had, stopping the bleeding and wrapping them up. I never felt so sore in my life, but her touch was gentle. She even tenderly licked my wounds for me . . . another instinctual behavior surfacing in our kind, I imagine. Not one I’ll say that was unpleasant . . .
I’ll also note that Jonus seemed to have changed a bit, or maybe he was still himself. I did notice how he himself tended to Sloane’s own wounds, even though earlier Sloane had intimidated him. Jonus had compassion and pity for Sloane, a very admirable trait. I suspect the two are close friends, but I still don’t understand how Jonus could put up with him.
Anyways, after we both were tended to, calmed down, and in relative control; Eldrew came over to me and asked exactly what had happened. I told him about what Sloane had done during the hunt, and then my thoughts about him controlling Selina, and having her stand up to him. He mentioned that Sloane was, indeed, a bit uncontrollable, but didn’t believe that he would actually endanger a pack member. He was very upset upon learning these circumstances. After speaking with me; he went over to Sloane, displeased with him. Sloane had obviously gone too far. Sloane was still a bit dazed from the fight . . . don’t know if he ever established full control or not. Eldrew spoke with Jonus some and I believe to Sloane as well, probably to calm him. He did mention “punishment,” “breaking pack law,” and “hope you learned your lesson,” but I still wonder if any of that got through to Sloane. For his sake: I hope so. He was pretty much beaten . . .
After all that occurred, I was told to get enough rest for the trip home. They had decided it was time to end the gathering after what had happened. Before leaving though, we exchanged contact information. Jonus left with Sloane almost immediately after his recovery. . . not really sure what is to become of him . . . well, as long as he isn’t a threat to the pack . . . I could care less. I did manage to score Selina’s telephone number, email address and an instant messenger nick. Hallelujah!
It’s about 9:30 pm now. My estimate would be about another hour or so . . . before we get to the den. I’m still a bit achy, most of my serious wounds have already healed. Probably should eat a bit more, though, for just in case.
Can’t stop thinking about the possibilities with Selina, though . . . but that’s one thing that wouldn’t be . . . appropriate to brainstorm in this journal.
Anyways, I eat . . .
Saturday August 20 th, 2005 11:12 pm
Well, I’m back at the den again and tomorrow I go home. I called mom a bit ago, letting her know. We had talked a lot, I told her about the gathering [not the fight of course] and the others I met. She knew I wasn’t sociable before, but now: not only do I have new friends, but possibly a girlfriend as well. She was extremely excited about that. She then started telling me how things are at home. She told me not to worry about the car, that my second brother came over to take care of it. She’s doing okay, she spent a day or so over at my brother’s so she wouldn’t be alone and someone could care for her. Of course, my brother had to ask where I was at, but mom covered for me—bless her heart. She told him that I needed time away and had chose to stay at a hotel for a few nights; just to be alone and be “myself”. She’s really good, that’s pretty much something I would do. He accepted it, though with a bit of temper. He didn’t like finding out at the last minute, but he’s been known to do the same with me when it was time he needed me to baby-sit . . .
That reminds me, is it good for me to baby-sit now, with what I am? Not that I wouldn’t mind being called an over-grown “doggie” by my nephew, but . . . how would my brother react if he found out? My nephew wouldn’t be able to keep a secret like that . . . yes I could stay human while doing so, but where’s the fun in that?
Actually, should I let my family know what I’ve become? Is it wise? How would they react? I did promise mom I’d show her at least . . . but can she in her health handle it?
Never had the chance to ask Eldrew for his advise, he isn’t here, just Maia and she’s asleep already. Still so many things I need to learn, better write down some of my questions while I’m thinking about it . . .
Should I explain what I am to my family?
What are the pack rules?
Definitely need to know those if I’m to avoid any “punishments”.
What became of Sloane?
Sloane . . . that is a good question, I can’t help but worry. After what he did, all he got was a lecture? What is up with that? He lost control . . . didn’t Eldrew realize that? What kind of punishment will Sloane get, I wonder . . . whatever it is, I hope it keeps him out of Selina’s hair . . . or fur or whatever . . .
Oh yea, then there’s that paper that Eldrew mentioned. Oh also his two friends: the medium and the panther. Can’t wait to meet them.
Krimeny, now I’m getting too excited that my tail is wagging, blasted thing.
Oh there’s another question: How in the name of the abyss do I control my tail?
I suspect with my luck, it’ll have to be something to get used to. Just like the fleas . . . Ah yes, fleas . . . I’m human right now, but they’re still bothering me, just not as badly. No matter, their time will come once I get the necessities to deal with them when I return home, oh yes.
So many things to get used to, and I’m sure there are so many things yet to be discovered about what I am. I look forward to learning more. For now, however, I should go to bed. Tomorrow it is time for me to go home; to restart my human life once again. However, my new pack will always remain in touch with me: I’ve got their telephone numbers and email addresses; they already had mine. With the exception of Tala, who tends to avoid humanity.
I think that that this should be my last journal entry of my old life, everything after this will be totally different. I feel it is only fitting for me to begin from where my new life starts.
At any rate, so closes this journal, in its place a new one to be made, one made from my new life, where it starts, and where it is headed.
I look forward to the new possibilities . . .
Think I’ll start with calling Selina tomorrow, first thing . . .