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Tobè opened his eyes slowly. His body ached, and his mind was in a haze. He felt as if he had just slept an entire twenty-four hours but felt exhaustion as if his eyes were shut for a mere few minutes. He sat up to get a sense of his body. Blood rushed to his head as he braced for a headache worse than drinking an entire keg the night before, but no pain came. Lightheadedness did not spare him, though. He blinked a few times prior to his mind finally formulating complete thoughts. “What happened last night?” he pondered quietly, wondering if he had in fact gotten drunk. Browsing his surroundings, it was clear he was in no pub, but on one side a feline sat against a tree. Suddenly it was coming back to him. Not only memories, but connections between them.
“Vous…?” he asked in French with a tone of all surprise, accusation, and questioning.
The cat fell out of her apparent daydreaming and turned her attention to the deer below her.
“Voo? Voo who? My goodness, I hope you understand English, or else this will be much more awkward than it already is. Anyhow, hurray! You’re not dead.”
Blinking and somewhat taken aback, the deer responded, “oui- yes, I have some English—”
“Great! I had been thinking about what to say to you for the past two or three hours, but if I’m going to be honest, I seem to have forgotten every line,” she interrupted. “I will have to improvise!”
“Did you poison my drink? Of course, I am not dead. All it must have done is given me weird sensations!” he accused.
“No – well, I imagine someone might call it a poison, but that seems incredibly misleading. I also didn’t mean to do anything.”
“What!?”
“Okay ignore that. No, I did not poison you. I did unwittingly do something to you, though… Let’s speed this up. I know what happened to you last month. In our previous interactions I played the ignorant one, but I know what has been concerning you. The man you’ve been speaking with…”
The air sat silently, with Tobè next speaking again, “He was right. About everything. Wasn’t he?”
“I’m not sure what he told you, but yes.”
“And the man he has been tracking…”
“Me, actually a woman.”
“You…”
“’Voo’.”
“He said it can’t have been a woman?”
“Are you asking for evidence of my femininity? Ha!”
Tobè looked embarrassed, “no, of course not! But…if he was right about everything else, then that means I’m…”
“You are.”
“A werewolf? No, –”
“Remember much from last night?”
“No… Not really. Sunset. Silver light. Then pain. Then… feeling… almost like I am dreaming. It felt nice. Then I woke up.”
“You still seem half asleep even now. That’s probably because you only actually slept for about four or five hours.”
“What could I have been doing the rest of that time?”
“You still don’t really believe it yet, do you? You saw me in my complete form roughly 29 days ago. That was the first time we met. Flesh and blood – though it was mostly your blood. Sorry about that… Sorry also for what I made you into. I still cannot quite control myself at that time, yet. Are you okay? You seem –”
“I think I am starting to genuinely believe, yes. But that means – that means you made me a monster. A mindless beast, he said I’d become if he didn’t figure this out. I don’t want to have my mind melted and turn insane! I don’t want to kill people! I don’t want to be this! Undo it! He said if we cut off your head, he knows someone who could use it to fix this!” he shouted, and continued to shout switching between English and French, including multiple suggestions that he should kill himself along with her.
“Hey hey hey. Relax. I do not know what exactly he told you, but maybe I should revise what I said. Not everything he told you is true, clearly. I mean, he doesn't even think it's possible for tits to shapeshift, so… Your mind isn’t going to melt, how the hell do they come up with that kind of thing? What on earth? Killing people is up to you. It’s not a requirement. This is not so bad…”
“What am I?”
“What? A were –”
“Yes, yes. A werewolf. So I keep getting told, that’s what you are and apparently I am now. Stop saying that word. It’s meaningless. What does it mean? What are you? What am I?!”
“I’m not entirely sure how to answer that question… The light of the full moon causes me to shapeshift into the form of a giant wolf. Sometimes, if I get injured or upset, that also causes me to shapeshift. I’m not exactly capable of controlling myself in that form, but I am making progress! I have full memory, now, at least. Are you asking philosophically? I really am unsure how to answer that. I’ll try, I guess. I’m not mindless. I don’t kill for fun. I could if I wanted to, but I don’t. Are there those like me out there who kill for fun? Yes. Are there those out there like me who are mindless any time of the month? Yes. But I am neither of those. I travel around protecting certain people. I don’t know how to explain it. Sometimes I feel a sense in my gut that someone needs to be guarded, so I do it. Instinct. I like to think someone above is looking out for me and pushing me in a certain direction. So I guess I like to see myself as a wandering guardian.”
“I saw you leaving a whore house before we first spoke.”
“I didn’t say I was without sin. Come, now… Speaking of that, I saw you as well. I could tell from one whiff of the air that you were bound to turn.”
“…And you seem horrified. And right now you seem surprised that I am alive.”
“Not everyone makes it through the first shapeshift.”
“I see…,” he muttered, as if concerned for his safety.”
“But everyone I know of survives the second,” she attempted to console.
“That does not particularly sooth me, if I am to be honest… Why does my mouth taste like iron? I only just noticed. Did I eat an ingot?”
“That’s probably blood.”
“What?”
“Congrats. You’re no longer a vegetarian. You won’t be getting that taste out of your mouth.”
His eye widened as he started, “I ate animals?”
“Ahahah, quite brutally! Better than eating humans, right? But humans seem to taste the best…, “ she whispered the last sentence to herself. “Don’t worry so much about it. You’re a predator of the highest tier, now. How is it any different to eat the animals you’ve always hunted with a bow and sold to others?”
He had no retort.
“How about we find you your clothes and get a drink? I’d like it if you would avoid suicide for at least a while. It’s been too long since I could speak so honestly with someone who doesn’t seem too afraid. What do you say? Stay alive for a little while with me?” she asked with ears perked.
Tobè, only just now realizing he had been naked this whole time, spoke flustered, “oh, well… I suppose.”
Kallie stood up with sheer glee at the prospect of interacting with what she saw as her new brother. “Let’s go get some weak as sin French beer, then!”
March 15th, 1820. A warm welcome to Tobè Beaumont. Welcome, my first surviving brother.
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More formal character introduction of Tobè, a French red deer!
scrappyvamp---
Tobè opened his eyes slowly. His body ached, and his mind was in a haze. He felt as if he had just slept an entire twenty-four hours but felt exhaustion as if his eyes were shut for a mere few minutes. He sat up to get a sense of his body. Blood rushed to his head as he braced for a headache worse than drinking an entire keg the night before, but no pain came. Lightheadedness did not spare him, though. He blinked a few times prior to his mind finally formulating complete thoughts. “What happened last night?” he pondered quietly, wondering if he had in fact gotten drunk. Browsing his surroundings, it was clear he was in no pub, but on one side a feline sat against a tree. Suddenly it was coming back to him. Not only memories, but connections between them.
“Vous…?” he asked in French with a tone of all surprise, accusation, and questioning.
The cat fell out of her apparent daydreaming and turned her attention to the deer below her.
“Voo? Voo who? My goodness, I hope you understand English, or else this will be much more awkward than it already is. Anyhow, hurray! You’re not dead.”
Blinking and somewhat taken aback, the deer responded, “oui- yes, I have some English—”
“Great! I had been thinking about what to say to you for the past two or three hours, but if I’m going to be honest, I seem to have forgotten every line,” she interrupted. “I will have to improvise!”
“Did you poison my drink? Of course, I am not dead. All it must have done is given me weird sensations!” he accused.
“No – well, I imagine someone might call it a poison, but that seems incredibly misleading. I also didn’t mean to do anything.”
“What!?”
“Okay ignore that. No, I did not poison you. I did unwittingly do something to you, though… Let’s speed this up. I know what happened to you last month. In our previous interactions I played the ignorant one, but I know what has been concerning you. The man you’ve been speaking with…”
The air sat silently, with Tobè next speaking again, “He was right. About everything. Wasn’t he?”
“I’m not sure what he told you, but yes.”
“And the man he has been tracking…”
“Me, actually a woman.”
“You…”
“’Voo’.”
“He said it can’t have been a woman?”
“Are you asking for evidence of my femininity? Ha!”
Tobè looked embarrassed, “no, of course not! But…if he was right about everything else, then that means I’m…”
“You are.”
“A werewolf? No, –”
“Remember much from last night?”
“No… Not really. Sunset. Silver light. Then pain. Then… feeling… almost like I am dreaming. It felt nice. Then I woke up.”
“You still seem half asleep even now. That’s probably because you only actually slept for about four or five hours.”
“What could I have been doing the rest of that time?”
“You still don’t really believe it yet, do you? You saw me in my complete form roughly 29 days ago. That was the first time we met. Flesh and blood – though it was mostly your blood. Sorry about that… Sorry also for what I made you into. I still cannot quite control myself at that time, yet. Are you okay? You seem –”
“I think I am starting to genuinely believe, yes. But that means – that means you made me a monster. A mindless beast, he said I’d become if he didn’t figure this out. I don’t want to have my mind melted and turn insane! I don’t want to kill people! I don’t want to be this! Undo it! He said if we cut off your head, he knows someone who could use it to fix this!” he shouted, and continued to shout switching between English and French, including multiple suggestions that he should kill himself along with her.
“Hey hey hey. Relax. I do not know what exactly he told you, but maybe I should revise what I said. Not everything he told you is true, clearly. I mean, he doesn't even think it's possible for tits to shapeshift, so… Your mind isn’t going to melt, how the hell do they come up with that kind of thing? What on earth? Killing people is up to you. It’s not a requirement. This is not so bad…”
“What am I?”
“What? A were –”
“Yes, yes. A werewolf. So I keep getting told, that’s what you are and apparently I am now. Stop saying that word. It’s meaningless. What does it mean? What are you? What am I?!”
“I’m not entirely sure how to answer that question… The light of the full moon causes me to shapeshift into the form of a giant wolf. Sometimes, if I get injured or upset, that also causes me to shapeshift. I’m not exactly capable of controlling myself in that form, but I am making progress! I have full memory, now, at least. Are you asking philosophically? I really am unsure how to answer that. I’ll try, I guess. I’m not mindless. I don’t kill for fun. I could if I wanted to, but I don’t. Are there those like me out there who kill for fun? Yes. Are there those out there like me who are mindless any time of the month? Yes. But I am neither of those. I travel around protecting certain people. I don’t know how to explain it. Sometimes I feel a sense in my gut that someone needs to be guarded, so I do it. Instinct. I like to think someone above is looking out for me and pushing me in a certain direction. So I guess I like to see myself as a wandering guardian.”
“I saw you leaving a whore house before we first spoke.”
“I didn’t say I was without sin. Come, now… Speaking of that, I saw you as well. I could tell from one whiff of the air that you were bound to turn.”
“…And you seem horrified. And right now you seem surprised that I am alive.”
“Not everyone makes it through the first shapeshift.”
“I see…,” he muttered, as if concerned for his safety.”
“But everyone I know of survives the second,” she attempted to console.
“That does not particularly sooth me, if I am to be honest… Why does my mouth taste like iron? I only just noticed. Did I eat an ingot?”
“That’s probably blood.”
“What?”
“Congrats. You’re no longer a vegetarian. You won’t be getting that taste out of your mouth.”
His eye widened as he started, “I ate animals?”
“Ahahah, quite brutally! Better than eating humans, right? But humans seem to taste the best…, “ she whispered the last sentence to herself. “Don’t worry so much about it. You’re a predator of the highest tier, now. How is it any different to eat the animals you’ve always hunted with a bow and sold to others?”
He had no retort.
“How about we find you your clothes and get a drink? I’d like it if you would avoid suicide for at least a while. It’s been too long since I could speak so honestly with someone who doesn’t seem too afraid. What do you say? Stay alive for a little while with me?” she asked with ears perked.
Tobè, only just now realizing he had been naked this whole time, spoke flustered, “oh, well… I suppose.”
Kallie stood up with sheer glee at the prospect of interacting with what she saw as her new brother. “Let’s go get some weak as sin French beer, then!”
. . .March 15th, 1820. A warm welcome to Tobè Beaumont. Welcome, my first surviving brother.
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More formal character introduction of Tobè, a French red deer!
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