Crow Moon

Let’s face it: You all know I’m a lazy Blogger, so you shouldn’t be surprised by the lack of posts recently.
But I’m still kept busy by that writing project I mentioned the other day and I was at another Sabaton concert and I watched through Iron Fist and Wynona Earp and some other things. So yeah…

Yet, you still get part four of the Neubrandenwolf-Tale!
(You can find all chapters in proper order and some more information on this page: Neubrandenwolf)

So, have fun with:

Crow Moon

The slight hysteria following the discovery of his paw print had finally passed and any news regarding it were of the ‘just passing by’ or ‘just a stray dog’ variety. Thomas felt save enough to resume his usual routine. With the crows already cawing at him when he walked by, he also looked forward to playing with them.

The week before the full moon he took the bus as usual, but a quite unusual smell tickled his nostrils right away. A wolf. It was rare for him to meet one of his kind, but he recognized them anywhere. Pushed by the people behind him he made his way through the crowd following his nose until he found the source. In one of the double seats in the back sat a man all by himself staring back at him, surprise, fear and recognition written on his face. Since the refugee stream had reached the town Thomas had seen more and more of them regularly on the bus, but this one he certainly hadn’t met before; though he had always wondered if other wolves had come with them. The expression of the other made him wonder whether he had even seen another wolf before, so he made a quick decision and sat down beside him. The two of them just sat there not knowing how to start the conversation, especially in such a public place.
“I’m Thomas”, he finally started, fearing the other would have to get off soon.
“Amir”, the other answered meekly not looking at Thomas, but at one of the men standing in the bus bent, eying them.
To Thomas he seemed like another refugee, so he guessed the two knew each other or the other even knew what Amir was. Thomas looked from the man to Amir and whispered: “Can we talk?”
Amir looked at him for a moment, seemingly searching for something in his eyes, before he waved the other man to them with a nod. He came closer and they exchanged a few words Thomas couldn’t understand.
“Home we talk”, the other man told him, a stern expression on his face.
“Good”, Thomas agreed with a nod.

A few stops later, in one of the other cheaper districts, they got out and Amir and the other guy led him to their flat. They shared it with a few other adults and a few children that eyed him curiously. Amirs friend gave them a quick explanation and a phrase or word was whispered amongst them over and over, he assumed it meant ‘Werwolf’. The children and women collected their things and soon left the flat, so that the men were alone.
“You wolf?” Amirs friend asked after a moment, while Thomas was still just standing in the middle of the room, while the others sat on the old and worn couch and armchair or leaned against the wall.
“Yes”, Thomas agreed confidently, even if his flight instinct told him to be ready.
He was in a room with four men he didn’t know, one of them like him and frightened. What if they had lured him here to do something to him? The hair on the back of his neck stood up, but he tried to remain calm; he didn’t want to succumb to prejudices. Not in a situation like this.
“You kill?” He now wanted to know, measuring him.
“NO!” Thomas nearly yelled at him in protest.
The other nodded and pointed towards an empty space on the couch. Reluctantly Thomas sat down under watchful eyes before the other continued, waving towards Amir: “He kill”
Thomas’ gaze landed on him and Amir had his head hung low in submission. “What happened?” Thomas wanted to, even if his own fear could be heard in his words.
“They send wolf in my village. It kill all. Wife. Children. Family all gone. Me survive and people bring me to flee camp”, he explained, his eyes fixed on his hands. “When moon come wounds heal and then me monster and I kill all. No guns, no stop me”, he continued and Thomas could see the tears welling up inside Amir’s eyes and heard his voice breaking at the memory. “I flee on and meet Yussuf”, he finally looked up and towards the other. “When moon come I warn and he joke, but when me monster he and other”, he tried to explain by demonstrating the missing word by hitting his head.
“Knocked you out?” Thomas tried.
“Yes”, Amir agreed, “But they no kill. They keep me live and knocked out each moon.”
“He no control”, Yussuf added.
Thomas looked from one to the other before offering: “I could teach you.”
“You control?” Amir looked at him for the first time, hope shining in his wide open eyes.
“Yes. I can control it”, Thomas confirmed with a nod.
“What you do?” Yussuf asked, demand in his voice.
“I eat and then run where no one else is”, Thomas gave him the short version.
“You run?” Amir asked; admiration and surprise in his words.
“Yes. In the fields”, Thomas confirms again and the others exchange a few words.
“I want try”, Amir finally told him; seemingly afraid he would retract his offer.
“Do you have someone you trust that will come with us?” Thomas tried to phrase as easily understandable as possible.
“That dangerous!” Amir disagreed.
“Yes, but that is how I learned not to hurt people”, Thomas admitted.
“All trust dead”, Amir said after a moment of silence and looked at his hands again.
“I come”, Yussuf interjected, earning an awed expression by Amir, before adding towards Thomas: “When you want run?”
“The full moon, March 12th, a Sunday”, Thomas told him and Yussuf wrote it down on a slice of paper that lay on the table.
“You help me?” Amir wanted to know.
“Of course, I’ll show you everything”, Thomas promised and then instructed: “You need to eat a lot before you leave, meat is best. Eat until you’re full. You also need a bag where you can store water and your clothes. Wear wide and old ones.”
Yussuf made more notes and Amir nodded gratefully: “Thank you much, wolf friend!”

[Edit: This is a new scene]
When he had left Thomas had given Amir his phone number and they had agreed to meet up during the days leading up to the full moon. One evening they walked around the nearby lake, chatting.
“What did you do back home?” Thomas asked, but only earned a confused look; the language barrier wasn’t always easy to overcome. “What was your job?” He tried again.
“I was – Biologist – I studied plants”, Amir replied, a sparkle in his eyes.
“I wouldn’t have picked you for a plant guy”, Thomas laughed and then explained with a smile: “You don’t look like someone interested in plants.”
“You not look like IT person either”, Amir countered, a smile spreading on his lips.
“Good point”, Thomas agreed and the both of them started laughing.
“The lake is pretty, but not like lakes at home. There many water flowers and beautiful tress around. Not like this”, Amir reminisced looking longingly across the still water.
“Have you been to the park yet?” Thomas wondered and only earned a shake of the head.
“In winter it’s not as pretty as in spring and summer, but I guess you’d like it there. Lots of plants”, Thomas explained.
“Can we go there?” Amir quietly asked after a pause.
“Sure”, Thomas agreed with a wide grin.
They were silent for a moment before he asked: “Will you be able to work as a Biologist again?”
Amir only shrugged. “I not know if me allowed to stay. This house”, he paused, searching his mind for the word, “temporarily. Might be we sent away again”. He avoided looking at Thomas when he mournfully admitted: “I not know names and words for plants”
“That shouldn’t be a problem. I have a friend that studies Biology. I could ask them for a book or help you pick one up from the library”, Thomas offered after thinking about it for a moment.
“You do that?” Amir asked in surprise.
“Sure. If you’re less fearful for your human life, you’ll be less afraid of your wolf life and the change will be easier”, Thomas explained calmly.
Amir smiled and then just hugged Thomas tightly: “Thank you much.”
[/Edit]

On the full moon day Thomas went to the bus station to pick them up. As the buses had a horrible schedule at this time of the day on Sundays they had agreed to meet him on his hill. Together they then walked along the way he usually already ran. He didn’t want Amir to turn at the edge of the district and he could already feel the wolf stirring inside of the other, so he fastened his steps. Finally they made it to the field and he led them to the forest at its border. There he put down his bag and motioned for Amir to do the same. Under the watchful eyes of Yussuf they removed their clothes and put them neatly into their bags. Amir was shaking by now and covered himself with his hands. Thomas grabbed him by the shoulders, “Breath”, he ordered calmly and Yussuf translated similarly, just in case. It felt to Thomas like his own wolf wanted to react to Amirs. This was his territory and the other wolf was trespassing. ‘No he wasn’t’, Thomas scolded himself, ‘I invited him’ and the wolf calmed down a little. Without warning Amir couldn’t hold it back any longer and started to turn. Thomas stepped away and let him. Completely transformed Amir snarled at him and Thomas held out his hand. “Hudu'”, he tried in Arabic, but the wolf turned towards Yussuf instead. He could feel the bloodlust and instinct taking over, but before Amir could jump, Thomas tackled him to the ground, now in wolf form as well. The two of them rolled on the ground biting and clawing at each other; Yussuf seemingly forgotten. It was soon apparent that Thomas was the stronger of the two and Amir yelped into a submissive position. Thomas barked at him and he started running, Thomas following suit. They ran and they fought and greeted the moon to their hearts content.

Behind the Scenes

Basically the only thing that really happened here is the fact that we have an increase in refugees that also take the bus. Though, I never really talked to any of them (there was this girl I asked about her singing the other day, but that was basically the entire conversation) as I’m not really the kind of person to start a conversation, let alone have small talk, with strangers/people I don’t know – unless it’s at a concert when I’m by myself or really want to ask the other person something, for some reason…
Anyway, the other thing are of course the crows (careful: one of my very first posts). There is a at least one murder here somewhere that is quite loud and pretty creepy…especially when you just want to reach your bus (or go to work). Currently it’s seagulls by the way, so they take turns? I don’t know. I only know that ever since I watched Hitchcock’s The Birds I’m very suspicious of large amounts of them flying around… (Same on a smaller scale with mist, since reading Stephen King’s The Mist, as I haven’t seen the movie-versions yet…) Good thing we have so few birds and mist up here…[/sarcasm]

By the way do I think that “The Year of the Moon” might be a good title for this thing.
What do you think?

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this story as well.
Stay tuned for part five: Water Moon! 😉

PoiSonPaiNter

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