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Werewolf Vs Unicorn

December 27, 2010
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Possibly the most awesome of all my xmas gifts given to me this year.

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Being Werewolf vs Being Human

August 28, 2010
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It’s a stupid question, but do you ever get tired of being a werewolf? Don’t you ever want to be a normal human?

Actually I think that’s an interesting question.

But on the same hand it is a bit like me asking a non/human if they’re sick of being human. It’s kind of like all you know, right? I mean, I’m born a werewolf, and so I grow up a werewolf. Being a werewolf means you’ve always got these two sides to you.

My short answer is no.

My more involved answer would be this:

Being a werewolf offers you perspective. I mean, you get to see things, the world what have you from the human point of view and from the animal side too. I think, at least in terms of me personally, it makes me a more balanced person.

Gives me greater understanding about life and what it can offer. It shows you how to be tolerant, to be the best you can be, when people mostly only think the worst of you.

Besides, I got to say, for all the fear and hatred that does get thrown at you, there’s also good responses to you being a werewolf too. And that makes me feel kind of special each time.

Having grown up a werewolf from birth, I think now if I could magically become “just a normal human” I’d say no. I mean, it’d be like taking away my identity and part of my soul or something. And what would that make me? Other than untrue to myself?

I like my world.

Sure the wolf culture is complex and more often than not involved, and you can struggle to find your way around in it, but ultimately, I feel like I belong in it.

That being a werewolf is indeed a very good thing, for me.


Werewolves Vs Predators

July 21, 2010
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*if you haven’t seen the recent movie Predators, then this a potential spoiler alert for the movie. Don’t read, if you don’t want to know stuff before you’ve seen the movie.*

Predators 3 is basically a mixture and natural conclusion of what would come next, in the Predator film franchise, when involving predators and humans.

The basic storyline for predator 3 is a group of what we think are unsuspecting /unassuming humans at first, are dropped quite literally out of the sky and into a foreign jungle. If they wake up mid free fall, and manage to get their parachute open, they consider themselves lucky to be alive. That is, until they find out the foreign jungle is actually another planet, which is home to the Predators. And that the Predators are hunting the humans.

The werewolves I was with, watching this movie, weren’t cheering the humans on.

They were cheering the predators.

We got a bit noisy.

Pretty lucky we didn’t get chucked out.

We were cheering the Predators on, not because they were hunting humans, but because they were so damn fierce looking and because we wanted to see the predators in battle. Werewolves love to fight and I guess you could say, whilst we city werewolves don’t hunt these days, as there is no need, we are still attracted to the scene of a battle. Especially an epic one between foes. It’s like some basic part of us, that is always just under the surface of our skin.

We like the idea of besting ourselves. Of proving the animal side of us, is there, I supposed, for a reason. And because we don’t tend to hunt like wild wolves do. I guess it’s that same part of us that finds watching a superior being like the predator, hunting, well, quite fascinating really. Especially considering the predators, seem like a hybrid of animal and being, much like a werewolf.

They have the ability to use weaponry – some seriously kick ass weaponry, rather than just relay on animal or self made abilities. Something that perhaps appealed to us all sitting there watching the movie. I mean, in a street fight, in human form, I might not think to automatically arm myself with weaponry initially, but that’s because I wasn’t brought up that way. Being a werewolf has it’s advantages, and we’re taught to use those advantages and to build on our werewolf given skills first. But if it came down to win / lose situation and I had to, I wouldn’t be so proud as to not use whatever weaponry was at my disposal.

Especially if it meant continuing the fight in hand to hand combat.

However, when we shape shift to our wolf form, obviously paws don’t work like hands do. Opposable thumbs. Useful things that they are.

That’s the other exciting part of this film as with the other two. It’s the build up of the stalking and potential dangers of humans v predators. But ultimately, battle for superiority and general survival, comes down to hand to hand combat. You have to get close to the beast to try and kill it.  And most werewolves would probably tell you they subscribe to the theory, you don’t really know what you’re fighting until you’ve got your hands on it.

“повторно один безобразный ублюдок”

English translation “You’re one ugly motherfucker.” – Nickolai, Predators

None of this, sniper shit from 1000 miles away crap. No, to end the game, you have to be in the thick of the fight. And what’s fiercer than a test of who’s the best, weapons, or hands in a close contact fight? Sorry, I’m getting excited even now, as I write this out.

For me, and I think I speak for the various others of my motley movie crew, when I say, there was not enough screen time for the Predators. Too much, wah wah wah, kill me a human going on. Although if I have to sit through a movie, watching Adrien Brody be action man, again, I’ve decided I’m okay with that.

As long as the shirt come off.

Also in Predators 3, we see something not seen before. We are given a glimpse at the types of predators available. There are some sort of what I’d call second cousins removed – hell hounds, there are the regular warrior type of predators we’ve seen in the past two movies, and there is an even bigger, possibly older, version of the warrior predator. It came across to us werewolves as a hierarchy of sorts. Based on age and skilled abilities. The smaller predators we, assumed were youthful warriors, that had to prove themselves, go through a ritual of manhood, if you will, to the older predators. Who in return, hunt those weaker, unworthy or unskilled, younger warrior predators as well as the humans.

Guess it makes me appreciate that I have a good pack and we don’t do that kind of crap to one another.  Also makes me wonder what us werewolves would be like in a different time, and a different place.

In other words, I totally loved this movie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Werewolf vs Werewolf

May 20, 2010
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Paris’s eyes were dark and drilling into me. His face was taunt, and looked strained. Dare I say it, but I of course, was the cause of his distress. He’d made me sit down atop a table at Addison’s house in Alphabet City, where they’d taken me, because it was closest to the area the lycan bitch and I had been caught fighting in. I had a tissue to my constantly bleeding blood nose and my head slightly tilted back, trying to stop the flow.

So there I was, sitting still, my scrapped knees dangling over a table top, keeping my mouth shut, saying nothing, and looking grim, and coated in blood, namely my own, waiting for my reprimand from my boyfriend the Manhattan Pack leader, like I was under police investigation.

But it wasn’t coming, the reprimand.

He was holding my right hand, gently and wiping the blood off the broken skin on and around my knuckles and hand. Every now and then his eyes would wander up and down my arms, silently counting, I think, all the scratch marks along them. They went right up my arms. Pink lines of varying degrees of depth, colour, scaring and blood. She’d cut through my top, shredded the long sleeves.
Not that it bothered me. Nothing about what I’d done bothered me. I was lucky I figured, but didn’t care for lucky, the corner of my bottom lip was torn, slightly away from my mouth. But none of my injuries mattered.

Getting back into the fight with that lycan, that mattered to me.I was going numb to the pain, because my anger was keeping me warm inside.

Paris being silent towards me, bothered me. A lot. Still, I refused to break the silence. I was in no mood for talking anyway. I could barely bring myself to look at the Alpha male behind Paris in the kitchen, pacing away – Addison. As far as I was concerned, he was completely at fault.

What fucking werewolf interferes in a fight that isn’t their own?

The werewolf Addison, that’s who.

There’s no real politics or ruling on this type of thing, jumping in on a regular wolf street fight. It’s just not…wise, or appreciated and I guess you could say, that in terms of the fight I’d started with the lycan bitch, it undermined me in front of her. Again.

What fucking werewolf likes to look like a weakling in front of other werewolves or more insultingly, a lycan?

Not me. I have pride, in bucket loads.
Hence the staunchly silence of my unspoken anger.

“Wanna talk to me?” Paris finally asked, as he squeezed the red coated washer out in the warm bowl of water beside my hand. My eyes flicked past him and glared at Addison who’d decided to stop pacing long enough to lean against the kitchen bench top. He folded his arms over his chest and stared straight back at me.

“I did you a favor, that lycan was going to pummel you into a new existence.” Addison fired at me before I broke eye contact.

“Addison, why don’t you leave us in private.” Paris said half turning his head towards his second in command. We both watched as Addison marched out of the kitchen area loudly and unhappily.

“Now, wanna tell me what happened?” Paris said taking up my left hand and starting to wipe it with the warm liquid.

“He was going to break both my ankles you know.” I muttered. Knowing I was acting childishly and not caring.

Paris stopped cleaning my hand wound then and looked at me in earnest seriousness.

“I’d never let him get away with doing that to you. But you must’ve pushed him to his limit, Addison isn’t one to threaten violence easily. Kingsley on the other hand…” Paris said referring to another one of the Alpha warriors in the Manhattan Maen hierarchy.

“I got into a fight.”

Paris sighed heavily and started wiping down my hand again, gently. “Believe it or not, I can see the evidence of that. Believe me, from what Addison told me of what he and Jules saw of the fight, you’re lucky they intervened when they did.”

“I was holding my own.”

“You’re covered in your own blood. That lycan has scarred you all over.” He went on.“You’re going to have to shape shift to heal all this. Pretty soon too, I would think, as soon as your nose stops bleeding.”

I pulled the bright red soaked tissue away from my nose. It was practically falling apart in my hands it was so damp.

“I need to find that lycan.”

“Not gonna happen.” Paris replied firmly. “Jules is still out there, tracking her down. We’re on it. You’re not going anywhere until you shape shift and recover.”

I sighed heavily back at him.

“Don’t make me make you.”

I guess it was the only warning I was going to get. Alpha werewolves can force another werewolf in or out of a shape shift mode, as well as kind of interfering with the wolf’s will, if you want to call it that. We call it influencing. And if I didn’t do it myself, then Paris would do it to me. Which doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a smooth ride. Especially when you’ve got fresh injuries, like mine. He didn’t even need to be in animal form to do it to me, if I understood correctly.

He put my hand back down and moved the bowl of water, which was now all watered red, not pick, away from us.

“Talk to me.” He pleaded, putting my head in his hand and turning it to face it.

“You ever been hunted?” I asked.

He dropped his hand and stood up straighter in front of me.

“No.”

“Yeah, well, I never told you I was when I was fourteen and that bitch of a lycan your guys let get away from me, was the hunter responsible.” I replied sliding off the table top.

Paris looked wounded, pained and wounded. But my anger was just so much greater.

I pushed past him out of the room. Maybe I could get through a fast shape shift, fast enough to recover and get back on my feet again to find that lycan. Or maybe I’d just go out after her in werewolf form. That’d probably be my better shot.


Beta Werewolf vs Alpha lycan

May 18, 2010
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How to explain to your boyfriend, that you’re out for the night, filling a vendetta?

Don’t bother. Because he’ll figure it out, anyway. Well, he will if he’s the leading pack Alpha of the Manhattan Maen werewolf pack and you, his girlfriend, are causing trouble in his territory.

If I’d been in my right mind, and not floating around in the obsession of getting payback on the female lycan hunter that has a rather personal history with me. Then I’d have realized, of course, that not much goes on in a werewolf’s territory, that doesn’t get noticed by some member of the pack.

Especially if the pack, like the Manhattan Maen is rather large in numbers. Of course it means, that some good little werewolf, is going to report a mad capped, ferocious werewolf versus lycan marathon through the streets of Manhattan to it’s hierarchy.

Especially when there is potential for human casualties to be involved and of course, a greater exposure to the law enforcement and human community to contend with.

I mean, twenty questions and more is just damn annoying.

Still, I was starting to bleed when Paris sent in the troops to find out what the hell was going on, after receiving a lot of weird phone calls about sightings about two women hell bent on destroying everything in their path as well, each other it seemed.

I didn’t get to do what I wanted with the lycan.

Because Addison and Jules, Paris’s tough guys caught up to me before I could.
Of course they would.

Alpha warriors who are the best at what they do, keep the peace on their side of the Hudson. You rarely hear about werewolf wars and werewolf fighting going on over here. Probably because Addison and Jules are great at great at fighting and of course, super strong.

They’re not the only ones Paris uses for such things, but they are his main guys. So when they saw when they came across me and miss lycan in a dead end alleyway circling each other and growling, they didn’t stop to ask questions.

I mean, a girl fight is pretty damn obvious. Especially since the lycan bitch had her fangs and her talon like finger nail claws out.

It all went down so fast. Like plunging headlong into an inescapable bad dream you know is going to swallow you up whole.

I was taking hits and landing two to her every four, then I hit the wall behind me.The boys just yanked me back out of the fight and jumped right in my place instead. Went head to head with the lycan.

To say I was ballistic would be an understatement in severity of my rage.

Which of course, was more than enough to scare the bejezus out of the lycan, well I’d like to think so. It was probably more to do with Addison and Jules tag teaming to keep me at bay and take hard hitting pot shots at her, that maybe, even she couldn’t really better.

Still she managed to high tailed it mightily fast out of there as Addison went for me, as I went to run after her and he yelled at Jules to go after the lycan.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I didn’t fight Addison. He may be my boyfriend’s right hand man in pack business and his best friend, but his timing and his concern for my welfare – sucked!

I thrashed like I was drowning in a rip-tide that was holding me in place. Nothing but energy and desperation, fuelled me as I struggled against him for a good ten minutes. Trying to get out of his one arm hold on me. I was like a paper weight to Addison, but even so, I kicked him in the shins, several times in a vain hope of release.

He phoned Paris to update him on what was going on. Although, I must’ve angered him at some point, because he did tell me, if I didn’t stop struggling he would break both my ankles. Regardless of who my boyfriend/his best friend was.

I stopped.

Of course I can recover from that, but the breaking bones part, it still hurts a hell of a lot and is inconvinent.

The brief gist of the covert conversation relayed to Paris went something like – the Manhattan Maen Alpha’s pack partner and girlfriend was going nuts at him over some unknown Lycan bitch who had evaded their capture, but that Jules was on it.

I stopped struggling and yelling at Addison after he finished the phone call, when he said to me
“Paris is on his way to see you.”

That statement alone, sounded like my fate was sealed. The tone of Addison’s voice didn’t sound like we were going to have the happiest of reunions.

On the bright side, at least my ankles are in tact.


Vampires versus Werewolves

February 14, 2010
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So with the release of the new werewolf movie, The Wolfman, the interest in it seems to return to this mythic battle of can werewolves topple vampires for popularity in pop culture.

All because of Twilight.

I growl and groan inwardly at the thought of this.

What is it with popularity that even the werewolves are supposed to achieve?

Twilight is not rocket science, it worked because it has a massive tween/teen audience and it’s not so much about Vampires and mortal beings and other supernatural’s as it is about Love. The big first love of your life. The passion of being consumed by love. Please, tell me what teenager doesn’t at one point have a little dream and happy thought about that? Add to the mix pretty looking people and hello-cha-ching! Start counting your money, no matter how ludicrously weak the story line is.

The rivalry between vampires and werewolves, if you want to call it that is easy to break down. I’ve said it before, Vampires are considered romantic leads. Fans of vampires will look past their undead nature, what it means to lack a soul, a conscience and their manipulative habits. Because the myth of the vampire is ingrained in passion and at some point, they play that passion and that becomes all the fans of the vampire see or want. Add to that the whole, immortality thing and the idea of permanently being with the one you love and being loved for forever in return and that’s all that’s ever needed to sustain the vampire’s popularity. Lovers and fans of vampires can overlook everything else, including the bloodshed and blood thirsty nature of their servitude for survival.

Werewolves on the other hand, have never it would seem, overcome their ruthless beast like nature, their animal self.

They’ve never been given a chance to be imagined as romantic leads (in movies). Sure, Underworld; Rise of the Lycans tried, but ultimately failed, really the story wasn’t about the Lycans so much as it was about the history of the Vampires. As most movies would have you believe werewolf movies are made for terrorizing people, for showing violence, and bloodshed. They’re not designed for showing the wolf as a soft being of feeling.

It’s kind of like the reverse thing with the vampire.

Fans of the werewolf might be able to see all sides to the complexities of being a werewolf, but ultimately the film makers, only see the rough stuff, the exterior, everything but the ability for a werewolf to love or be loved and shown in a romantic light. Although OZ on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, sure did do a good job of that with his Willow relationship.

It’s been said that Bram Stoker, the author of Dracula created the intricate relationship of vampire and werewolf together. So maybe we can just blame the dead man for our standing as always being seen as second in this “relationship”.

Because it seems ever since then, in popular culture at least, both werewolves and vampires have been linked, hopelessly together and yet, so completely far apart and opposite from one another. If this is to be believed, then we can also blame Stoker for making werewolves, underlings.

After all, it was he who referred to werewolves as “Children”. One could take that as a slight.

“Listen to them, the children of the night, what music they make.”- Dracula, from Bram Stoker’s novel. Whilst having a vampire, Count Dracula to be exact, was the story of his novel. Which is hugely, gothically, romantic in nature.

Ah, the romance of the vampire is born.

Although I do not see werewolves in popular culture being second place to Vampires, I guess I just see us as being more subtle. Vampires are all about themselves, and being seen, because they arrogantly seem to think, they have enough power of their fans ie. Humans that they are therefore above them in the life-long scale of things.

Werewolves understand the nature of co-existing, by comparison and the why and how for. So you could say, reality is, we’re actually smarter than the vamps, so in terms of longevity, and popularity, who cares?

I guess it depends what you want out of your life. I can tell you what I don’t want. I don’t want someone who doesn’t have a heart beat, can’t feel warm against me, drinking my blood. Ewww.

Besides, popular culture, doesn’t actually represent what those of us of a “animal nature” or “blood thirsty” habit, know to necessarily be true. I sure know that! Read back through my blog and you’ll see that.


Dog Vs Werewolf

January 10, 2010
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“His hideous howl a dirge of death!” – tagline for The Wolfman, (1941).

I’ve spoken about how werewolves can’t really be your regular pet owners before, you know with big-ish animals, like cats and dogs, those type of pets because despite our very regular, daytime appearance, underneath it all, the animals scent the animal in us.It’s freaky really.

The other night recently, I was walking through the neighbourhood and what happens? But I see this little dog in the middle of the road, just wandering around.

Not leashed, and nobody else is around in the street. Presumably the dog came from one of the houses on the street I was walking down. Whatever, I was just walking by, minding my business, letting the dog do its business, whatever that was in the middle of the road. When it stands dead still and spots me.

So I stopped, stood still and wondered what it was going to do? Was it going to charge me, or yap me to death with little dog barking? Show me it wasn’t afraid of me, even though we’d never met before and I wasn’t doing anything threatening.

It decided to try and bark me to death. Well more correctly, to scare me away, which can mean only one thing. That it sensed the werewolf in me, a predator bigger and more bad ass than itself, entering its territory. You see, werewolf scent is not canine smelling, there’s an underlining scent of lupine mixed with the pheromones of my human skin.

Clearly the dog had decided it owned the road, even if I was crossing it.

So it starts going crazy at me, barking it’s little head off. At first I laughed, thinking it was amusing, because to anyone else it’d just look like the dog was going nuts, for no reason. But then it got annoying when I tried to continue to the other side of the road, and it kept following me and barking at me.

The inner bitch as well as the werewolf in me, raised its head. The dog needed to learn some respect since I wasn’t technically doing anything other than passing through it’s territory with no intent other than to go past the little yappy thing on my merry way.

So I stared down at the dog, hard, and unflinching. Fuck with the werewolf be prepared to get spanked is my motto. So I started growling back at it. Too quietly at first, but then louder. Which in return made the dog get louder but at the same time, run down the street away from me. Giving me a chance to make it to the other side of the sidewalk.

Yeah, yeah, who’s your daddy now bitch?

I kept growling and kept my eye on it as I walked on and noted when it stopped outside the driveway to a house. Obviously it’s home. I was just about to snarl at the little fucker when a local kid on his bike rocks up and says “Is that your dog?”

I stopped growling, looked at the kid, wondering if he’d heard me, and why the fuck he was out so late and wondered if he thought i had torrets and said “Not mine, doesn’t even like me” and walked off on both the kid and the dog.

Obviously there was really no threat, to either the little dog or to me in return. But as werewolves we are taught to not back down, it is not our way and it is most certainly not in our nature.

Werewolves are a proud sort and our image doesn’t depend on being tough, our reputation does. There is some part of all us werewolves that exists, even in us beta wolves, that says, never say die, don’t back down, and get in there first, if you have cause to.

I may live the life of a human-animal hybrid, but that does not mean I am soft or can in fact, ignore the part of me that adds up to the whole me. I must acknowledge it with more than knowledge that it is there. I must let it out of the leash too, once in awhile.

We’re all told this, us werewolves. To acknowledge the aggression, to control it so it doesn’t control us. For if we don’t we risk doing far worse, when a lunar week is upon us and the ability to judge and juggle control tests our limits.


Pets vs Werewolves

September 15, 2009
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Read an article the other day in the Huffington Post about werewolves not needing healthcare.

The article said there were really only two types of beneficiaries from the healthcare system – rich people who could afford it and werewolves, who didn’t need it.

Of course, the Huffington post article attracted some comments that had people asking where they could line up to become werewolves for the purpose or lack of affordability in having healthcare today.

To those people I say, being turned into a werewolf, probably isn’t quite as easiy as it might seem to be. The Huff might have made it seem clear cut, beneficial and straightforward. One less thing to worry about (healthcare) in life that you can’t afford, so just go be a supernatural being (werewolf) whose body regenerates quickly.

But if you’re not really ready for the life of what being a werewolf entails, then perhaps you should really weigh up the options of worthiness.

After all, there’s more to being a werewolf than just being furry for a few times a month and having accelerated healing qualities. You’d be completely naive to think there wasn’t more to it than that. Or that there wasn’t any downsides to being a werewolf.

For one, there’s the whole freaking animals thing out to consider. Werewolves are generally speaking, not pet owners. Because despite looking human 95% of the time, animals are far more attuned to us than most people think. They scent and sense us through our scents.

Once you’re a werewolf, you’re a damn werewolf!

Animals will smell the wolf in you and domestic animals, will look at you and see the humans that they are used to being around. This usually leads to bad reactions and quite often, animals attacking you.

No more pet cats or dogs for you. They don’t react well with werewolves.
Especially the cats!

Some dogs can deal, but not all. It becomes a very macho thing between you and the dog. And if you’re not a born Alpha, then the dog is going to know that and just constantly fight you all the time for dominance in your life. Talk about hassle.

So werewolves aren’t really pet owners, I mean, gold fish can deal cause they just swim around in their fish tanks all day. They don’t have enough of an attention span to remember that you’re a big scary mofo to them. They forget you’re a werewolf every 3 seconds after they remember it. Which could be stressful way to live, if they could remember that.

Birds are better of being out of cages and far from you. Much like cats, they don’t appreciate the sense of a werewolf (and being human size by comparison – a large one) being so close to them. Freaks them out and they go all, tweety pie, bird crazy. You might want to invest in headphones if you have decide to go the bird pet option.

So you see, quality of normal life, already comprised on a very basic level. Plus there’s other stuff, but you’ll just have to keep reading through my blog posts to find out about it, cause there’s a lot to go into.

Oh and to answer the question about how Nons become werewolves, its simple and completely painful. So again, if you’ve never been one to endure much pain, you really might want to think again about the whole “lifestyle” if you can call it that!

Becoming a werewolf is kind of like one of those, ONCE, in a lifetime things that happen.

Then it becomes your lifetime.


Cat Vs Werewolf.

September 14, 2009
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I sometimes forget that Brooklyn’s residents don’t know who is a werewolf on site.
They might know one or two people, through interactions with the pack. But not everyone likes a werewolf, even if they look human on the outside. I got a rude reminder of this recently. About how one of the most common residents of many a neighborhood in New York feels about werewolves in general.

Yes the claws do, quite literally come out in “Cat versus werewolf”.

It’s a territorial thing. It’s an animal thing, it’s a power play.
There are some friends of mine, Nons, who’s houses I can’t visit, merely because they’re cat owners. I was reminded of this, when I visited my friend Jace recently. I didn’t know Jace had bought a cat.

Jace has a black and white tabby cat called…wait for it…Pussy Gaga. I kid you not. Seriously, like that’s an homage of sorts.

So pussy gaga struts into the room I’m in with Jace, because cats, even domestic cats, like pussy gaga strut and saunter, like they own you and the world around them. Ever notice how cat’s always have this self righteous air of nobility and entitlement around them? I think they’re born with it.

So pussy gaga saunters into the room, ignores Jace, because that’s how you get attention when you’re a cat, and freezes mid way across the room. Gets down on her haunches, her tail whips up her head down, her hair is standing up to attention when she starts hissing at me.

Pussy Gaga, is staring me down and hissing at me.

So I laugh awkwardly and look at Jace who’s frowning and saying “I don’t know what’s wrong with her, she’s normally very good around people. Loves the extra attention.”

Yeah, I know what’s wrong with her.
I’ve set off her hatred mode because she’s smelling through the human in me and sensing lupine yet she’s recognizing a human.

I’m freaking pussy gaga the shit out.
She’s never come across someone like me in the animal kingdom.

So I say “Oh Maybe she can just smell the dog on me, that I was uh, patting before I came here. Must be on my clothes or something.” Jace looks at me and then at the still in defensive I HATE YOU mode, pussy gaga was in.

Sure, sure, that excuse sounded lame even to me.

Finally Jace goes to pick pussy gaga up, lest the Mexican stand off between werewolf and domestic cat continue, forever. The cat is digging it’s claws into the wooden floor and hissing and making all kinds of noises. Putting up a serious fight for, wanting to fight for her right to be the PET of the house. I’m thinking, fine by me. I’m nobody’s Pet you domestic feline furball. Jace is struggling, yes, against a domestic cat, go figure. Pussy Gaga is in war mode.

What I should have done, was attempted to show pussy gaga that I was no threat to her, that I meant her no harm.

Instead I did what every friend would do, and tried to help Jace by also attempting to pick up the cat from the front, while he tried to pick her up from her stomach and behind. This cat was being stubborn beyond belief. Which meant of course, I had to come down to her level. Stupid, rookie move, really.
You’d think with the hissing noises getting louder I’d have clued in to my fate.

I didn’t even get a hand on pussy gaga before she leapt out of Jace’s hold and struck out at me scratching my face. I raised my hand to scratch back at her, but she was quick in jumping onto my shoulder and springboarding past me and out of the room quickly. Jace then proceeded to freak out when he saw the blood on my face. I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. How bad could my fight with a privileged pussy be?

I checked out the side of my face in the mirror, I literally had claw marks down the side of my face. Fine pink trails, short but obvious on my cheek. It stung but I knew it would heal in day or two and there’d be nothing to show. For a domestic cat, that was a pretty good score in showing me, who’s the boss. I cleaned up my face and walked out of the bathroom. Only to see Pussy Gaga waiting in the hallway for me. But she sat there looking regal and content. Calm as fuck.

The bitch!

So I walked slowly towards her , bent down, not completely low and level with her and growled at her. And not in a human way. She hissed back up at me and ran off quickly.
I straightened up smiling. I pretty much made my excuses to leave straight after that, not because I wanted to avoid pussy gaga, but because my wolf had been stirred up and I wanted to seriously fight, pussy gaga.

I mean full on bitch fight, my werewolf versus her domestic cattiness. Had I gotten my hands on her, I might have been able to answer the age old question about how much room you need to swing a cat in.


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