Hunting Death- Werewolf Philosopher
Story by MigeYeFoxe on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description.
The Werewolf Philosopher
Traveling with Hashal is certainly a lot more interesting than when I was with Rophan. For starters Hashal doesn’t talk incessantly about whatever thought crosses his mind. After finding something that will keep our hunger quiet for a few hours we develop a sort of strange game. Hashal is apparently an extremely curious individual, a trait, he says, that is what serves him well as a writer. As such he seems to be constantly asking questions, trying to find out as much about me as possible. Of course the main thing going through my mind is that my blood did not burn for him. It would be one thing if it didn’t burn when I was fighting the beast as that form might not have been helpful to me but the fact it didn’t burn when I saw him human means he has no role in my death. But just because he doesn’t have anything to do with if I die or not it doesn’t mean he might not be responsible for the deaths of others of my kind so I’m very reluctant to give him anything that can be used against us.
He seems to quickly learn that I’m trying not to answer his questions directly and claims that his experience as a writer has taught him to recognize when someone’s dodging a question. He then proposes that we make it a game to help ease my mind about it. In this game we would take turns asking the other any question we can think of and that person has to try and give an answer that satisfies that question without lying but telling as little actual information as possible. At first I don’t really want to but he manages to convince me to do it. Naturally he seems to be a lot better at this game than I am so I don’t know how much about me that I don’t want him knowing I ended up telling him.
Thankfully considering it was my weapon that knocked him out last night the main thing he seems interested in is my Anaelin. Particularly in how I use it, how it works and what the side-effect of over using it are. For these first questions since I know it’s just about my weapon and not about something that would apply to others of my kind I answer as best I can while keeping to the game of telling as little as possible, causing him to think of more ways of asking the same questions to fill in the blanks. When he starts asking about how I managed to come across the weapon, however, I start to get uncomfortable. It takes me a lot longer to ask the questions without revealing what I shouldn’t. I eventually answer a partial truth in that it was made specifically for me. Which is true since it was made for me; I’m just leaving out the part where I was the one that made it and with no special training to do so. As he continues probing I’m pretty sure I end up letting slip a bit too much about my people relate to each other in regards to rank.
In the process I do learn a few things about him, though. For starters he seems to be rather proud of his achievements as a writer. They have somewhat made him rather renown in his hometown and elsewhere in the country as he’s apparently considered a sort of expert on certain ways of thinking of things. It was from one of his many admirers that he got his werewolfism. He uses a different word for it but it seems too complex for me to really grasp or repeat. It took him a while but eventually he came to terms with becoming that beast every now and then though he adamantly refuses my question on what exactly entailed in him coming to terms with what he is. And once he had come to terms with it he decided to devote his life to documenting what it’s actually like to be a werewolf while he tries to find a cure for his condition.
Though one thing I also notice is that the urge to follow this sensation towards who knows what seems to be getting stronger and stronger as time goes by, urging me to some destination. Some part of me already knows what I am being drawn to. It is a simple matter of our nature that we can feel death. And because I’m so far away from anyone I am having a hard time believing that this impulse to head in this direction could possibly be the preamble of death, for in order for it to reach me this far away…
Still it is something that I feel I have to do and thankfully Hashal doesn’t seem too concerned. In fact if anything he just finds it odd that I’m heading in this particular direction and yet was requiring him for showing me around, citing that though not the one he would have picked there is a town in the exact direction that I’m being drawn towards. The town we’re heading to is smaller, much further away and doesn’t really have nearly as decent a marketplace as the one he would have chosen but it is one that would work for what we would probably need.
That night is certainly an interesting experience. Mainly in that I needed to call Anaelin out and then we discussed the best way to keep the wolf subdued throughout the night in such a way that I do not need to use that spell again and yet would not be put in a state where my life would be at risk. We end up agreeing to try and knock him out first and then set it up so that if it moved to try and get up the blade would start cutting into it.
Oddly even with my Anaelin’s effect he still ends up transforming. Since I figure that it is a more personal matter than anything I don’t watch him change, though perhaps part of it is not wanting to watch a naked unconscious human convulse and twitch. Instead I only listen to the thrashes as I keep the blade of my scythe on at least one part of his body. Once he finishes I position him and the scythe in the manner that we were discussing and then go to sleep, though even with all of the precautions it’s still a light sleep.