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I have my own house, here, in Halen. It's like a log cabin, I suppose, but housey. I live on my own, like some of the other werewolves do. We see each other, sure. What would be the point of a pack if we didn't? It's a large place, but I can still detect the scent of other people, my people, pack, kin, brothers and sisters. Willow has a bigger house - it has her Mate, Oz, in it, and more rooms in case we want to stay there. Oz is alpha but he's not like other alphas. A quiet leadership. It's better that way, there's no touching if you don't want it. This is important.
Some people describe me as childish, some describe me as eccentric, others have called me just plain strange. Yeah, I guess so, maybe, I don't know. I think I just appreciate the world a bit more than others. I also have a huge fear of dying tomorrow without being truly happy. So I try and just do what's right by me, then I can care about other people. So, if I want to not eat all day, I will, and if I want to buy a TV, I will. Not that I have a TV, I don't know what I'd use it for. Toasters, now toasters are useful. I have two. Piece of bread goes in, you wait for a bit and it comes out again, crispy and at its ultimate form. Nice and simple and straightforward.
Halen's a pretty place. A big place. Willow knew I'd like it here, yes she did, she said I would and she didn't lie. Away from other people, so I can concentrate on me and only a few people at a time. Big crowds aren't a favourite thing of mine, and there are big crowds in forests. I walk around it a lot, as a human and as a wolf, and I don't get lost. Wolf-noses make sure you don't get lost.
So I was walking through the forest, and I had found a big stick, like a staff. Tapped it against trees, the thunk of wood sounding pretty, and there was a rustle, not the kind of obvious rustle humans can hear, but a really quiet one, made by someone who knew what they were doing. Weird. I looked around, sniffed the air. Ohhh, a person. Not a person I know. I held the staff close to me because I figured I could smash someone's skull really well with it. Then I saw him, and he saw me, and there was this moment of tension. He was holding a gun of some sort, and looked real surprised. "Hey!" I said, trying to be friendly. "I know you. You were in my dream. What were you doing there? Are there others?" Yup, the man from my dream, well, one of 'em. He had the same green clothes on, had the same weapon.
They were all going to come, ya know, kill us all. I didn't tell Willow, I don't want to make her upset. Oz might get mad, too.
And, oh no, the man in green ran off. "Hey, wait!" I called, but I didn't want to run after him. "Oh well. You're one of the ones that could die, anyway." Turning my stick from a weapon back to a walking staff again, I continued to trudge through the forest.
((Closed.))
Some people describe me as childish, some describe me as eccentric, others have called me just plain strange. Yeah, I guess so, maybe, I don't know. I think I just appreciate the world a bit more than others. I also have a huge fear of dying tomorrow without being truly happy. So I try and just do what's right by me, then I can care about other people. So, if I want to not eat all day, I will, and if I want to buy a TV, I will. Not that I have a TV, I don't know what I'd use it for. Toasters, now toasters are useful. I have two. Piece of bread goes in, you wait for a bit and it comes out again, crispy and at its ultimate form. Nice and simple and straightforward.
Halen's a pretty place. A big place. Willow knew I'd like it here, yes she did, she said I would and she didn't lie. Away from other people, so I can concentrate on me and only a few people at a time. Big crowds aren't a favourite thing of mine, and there are big crowds in forests. I walk around it a lot, as a human and as a wolf, and I don't get lost. Wolf-noses make sure you don't get lost.
So I was walking through the forest, and I had found a big stick, like a staff. Tapped it against trees, the thunk of wood sounding pretty, and there was a rustle, not the kind of obvious rustle humans can hear, but a really quiet one, made by someone who knew what they were doing. Weird. I looked around, sniffed the air. Ohhh, a person. Not a person I know. I held the staff close to me because I figured I could smash someone's skull really well with it. Then I saw him, and he saw me, and there was this moment of tension. He was holding a gun of some sort, and looked real surprised. "Hey!" I said, trying to be friendly. "I know you. You were in my dream. What were you doing there? Are there others?" Yup, the man from my dream, well, one of 'em. He had the same green clothes on, had the same weapon.
They were all going to come, ya know, kill us all. I didn't tell Willow, I don't want to make her upset. Oz might get mad, too.
And, oh no, the man in green ran off. "Hey, wait!" I called, but I didn't want to run after him. "Oh well. You're one of the ones that could die, anyway." Turning my stick from a weapon back to a walking staff again, I continued to trudge through the forest.
((Closed.))