Werewolf: Brigade

A Story by Abishai100

Wandering lycanthrope (Amlan Satan) can't 'emote' the bread of Earth's language for a misery-edict concerning both Romanticism...and destroyers.

A 'bright' fanfiction of Werewolf (Fox-TV). Thanks for reading,

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Well, the Pine-Barrens is where a special misadventure took-place for our wandering soul, a lycanthrope (werewolf) named Amlan Satan, who'd become a forest-ranger alongside a parks-and-forest station manager (Homeland-Jersey) named Ezzy Harris who heard of campers-sightings of a dark werewolf creature roaming the area/woods.

AMLAN: You claim there's a werewolf terrorizing campers, Ezzy?
EZZY: There's also reports of a strange uniformed woman with guns.

AMLAN: Maybe she's your werewolf...exiled from her country (hmm).

EZZY: Sounds even more bizarre; but as our new ranger, you inspect!

AMLAN: Sounds like a hoot...maybe you'll find humor in my report.

EZZY: What's that?
AMLAN: I'm a lycanthrope (myself!).

EZZY: Not funny (now), Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: No, I was making polite-chat(s) for my new forest-boss (ok).

EZZY: Stake-out the ruins areas in the Pine-Barrens, Satan.

AMLAN: Why not (for social media).

EZZY: Thanx.

Ezzy Harris was set to take her earned vacation-time away from those mythical Pine-Barrens when Amlan took his position as new-ranger and freed up some labor/duty time-and-space (for her). This was an unlikely pair, and they began a quick romantic affair, since they both found each other quite attractive/delightful, but Satan didn't reveal his dark full-moon secret to her and wished her well while he geared-up (in a 'special' post-midnight tracking get-up for Selfie-posts about Pine-Barrens fashions).

Well, the sightings/gossip was (purely) true. An 'excommunicated' Russian soldier (woman/ex-patriot) named Ursa was hiding/lurking in the woods (Homeland-Jersey) and was (indeed) as Satan (Amlan) guessed, a real-life lycanthrope (werewolf) and was set to transform/mutate under the full-moon. She'd killed about 3 campers as a uniformed/exiled/lurking femme-soldier from Hell and 3 more as a fully-mutated werewolf. Now, all she'd have to deal with was Satan (Amlan) himself (wow). Well, this was certainly (at least) good for post-9/11 era Homeland (American) social media 'buzz' concerning those 'pesky' incomplete-distances to the photo-graphics of Hell's materialism (surely).

STATION/RANGER MANAGER (Sub): Here's those silver-bullets you asked.

SATAN (Amlan): Cool (thanx); makes for good-PR for camper-lore (no?).

MANAGER (Sub): You're learning speed, Satan; Earth's personnel (ok).

SATAN: When's Ezzy due-back (from her Brussels-sprout venture)?

MANAGER: By next full-moon (ok)...Godspeed.

SATAN: I'll need it (surely).

Amlan encountered the exiled femme-soldier in the woods on a full-moon night during his 'gear' work of track(s) but missed his target, with his handy loaded silver-bullet beretta. However, under the moonlight, he mutated into a werewolf and wrestled with the femme-exile/lurker who (by then) mutated herself (into a real werewolf!).

JOURNAL: I buried the woman's body in a secret place in the Pine-Barrens and keep this secret of a 'fallen' lycanthrope, a poor-exile who sought anarchism for hellmouth(s) with her condition and her status of Earth-wandering homelessness in the post-9/11 era, and all I have to show for it (this time) is my photo-synthesis image of those 'bureaucracy' silver-bullets (for the soul).

EZZY: A patriot-work earning soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread.

AMLAN: You're the best (person) I know (I think!).

EZZY: So when do you wander to your next destination?
AMLAN: Great question...I'll miss this place, Ezzy.

EZZY: Great work on 'shooing-away' that terrorist, Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: Thanx...she was a hand-write for what's not hospitality.

EZZY: She perhaps fled back to Russia or something?

AMLAN: Can't say...at least the Pine-Barrens feels great again.

EZZY: Cool.

Well, our poor-wandering soul, lycanthrope Amlan Satan, found a hand for old-world stylized poetry, perhaps a Tennyson 'inference' about the quality of 'drawn' materialism valor for the expulsion of untouchable(s) darkness, and the 'wind' of forest-confidence for an Earth-requiring a 'Selfie' optimism concerning life's bound readings (ha).

JOURNAL: "This charge for my lycanthropy-brigade consciousness drew a temp-examination of what makes me both a living/thinking 'witness' of the moonlight-curse, and a simplified (secret) messenger of what makes this Homeland a 'thing' of distance(s) to language...pure dreams."