Wolfen Matter: Dark Reason

A Story by Abishai100

A pensive wandering bureaucrat becomes a werewolf and negotiates the 'bonds' of fortune contouring animalia-reason with 'worldly' language (for himself!).

A brooding metaphysical 'civilization' portrait of the lore surrounding our Earth superstitions of drawn lycanthropy, inspired by varied media/comics. Hope you like,

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Amlan Satan wandered around his New England time-share area (Berkshires) and wrote in his journal the splendors of nature and Earth's color in bright-skies and escape from worldly thoughts about civilization matter, and he reasoned to himself that his eerie fascination with raincoats in the US-city represented his 'natural' admiration of the untampered Earth and his yearning to create a special lifestyle superstition for interacting with his environment/country!

He'd become something of a pensive-sort, and even a 'prince' of self-reflection, and his contemplations of the duality between country-life and city-life, with specific journal-writes about wearing raincoats in the city, drew in him a special personal consciousness about our social-media culture lifestyle/networking intuitions shadowing an Earth-nature intelligence for environment resourcing (for the Ego).

MR. SATAN: This treasure-item, a valued wrist-watch with gems set-in, reminds us (all) how the mining/circulations of diamonds and stones invokes a 'responsibility' nagging-feeling about the values behind treasure/asset distribution and sales, and this would parallel my interest in capitalism/civilization pockets and sectors and corners and free-spaces for modern thought (and action!).

It was the trafficked city in which Amlan Satan wandered around, in his raincoat, a special/sacred green-raincoat with plaid-lining of warmth material, that invoked his superstitious image of man interacting with his environment, be it manmade and space-natural for curiosity and examination and self-reflection! In fact, it was this 'confidence' for these contours of lifestyle and Earth 'material' observation, admiration, use, respect, and even 'lust' that drew in him a special 'ninja' like sensibility about the brooding 'voice' of the Earth, be it in a bright autumn New England spacious timeshare area in the country, or his homeland dark/trafficked rainy city which inspired him to make an 'art' of his sacred green-raincoat billing (wow).

SATAN (Amlan): "With this child-like rendering of the Wolfen-man, spirit of lycanthropy, or werewolf of nature, I shall cast a special storyboard about the widely-accessible 'colloquial' image of what draws the contours of duality behind the average thinking bureaucrat and the wandering vision-drawn 'furious' lycanthrope, perhaps invoking a superstitious image of the playfulness (or magic) of the animal inside the human inside the cities of Earth, wearing his sacred raincoat."

It was this curiosity that drove Amlan Satan to one-day wear his green-raincoat to the forest, in the woods of autumn by that New England time-share (Berkshires) retreat, where he was (frighteningly) bitten by a black roaming wolf creature. He began mutating and began to turn into a werewolf. No longer was this a 'philosophical Bartleby' of Earth/America but now an 'official' animalia-Wolfen being of deeper/darker thoughts and instincts. His 'thinking-shield' of magic, his sacred green-raincoat, was how his veil for his Wolfen-heart of (pure/simple) mysticism (hmm).

DEBBIE: You seem so different, Mr. Satan.

AMLAN: Has it been so long since we'd been 'closer' friends, darling Debbie?
DEBBIE: Well, I remember we went to that Wings of the Dove film (last-memory).

AMLAN: I've changed (much) since then; thanx for meeting me for lunch.

DEBBIE: Didn't think you'd return to your (old) office diner-dive/spot, Amlan.

AMLAN: I'm living in the forest now, working on my novel, living off inheritance.

DEBBIE: That's what I heard, darling; won't you tell me what you think about now?

AMLAN: I'm a werewolf, Debbie.

DEBBIE: What's that?
AMLAN: A werewolf/lycanthrope seeks 'reason' for focus and retreat from traffic!

DEBBIE: Sounds simple and insane, Amlan Satan!
AMLAN: Won't you believe in this 'cinema' view, Debbie (old friend)?

DEBBIE: What's the (sane) reason?

AMLAN: You know it...the world's a 'personality' art for traffic's superstition/fantasy.

DEBBIE: Should I fear you, Satan?
AMLAN: Only the ideation that lycanthropy is simply uncinematic for humbled illness.

DEBBIE: Let me meditate on all this, Amlan (ok).

AMLAN: I'll find you again...later...perhaps for continued 'worldly' courtship.

DEBBIE: Good luck (farewell).

Satan was enjoying a world-cultures symbolic soft/zesty post-meal (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving diner-plate chat(s) online and thought about his old bureaucracy-lady (Debbie) and why he loved watching 'worldly' films with her and why this luchi-sensation of everyday/consumerism 'comforts' for civilization Ego would move him to write this great 'American' novel about the bonds between werewolves...and fortune (if only for materialism photo-graphics).