Wolfen: University-Myth

A Story by Abishai100

An affable prof in America becomes a lycanthrope and seeks the counsel of a faculty-member and a grad-student he's dating (for the Ego).

A lycanthropy yarn, for Halloween season.

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PROFESSOR SATAN (Amlan): Well, all this work with the psychology of capitalism draws in me a spiritual backlash to go on this forest-camping retreat, perhaps to remind myself that some worldly treasures really do reflect some of Earth's more natural personality (surely).

Amlan Satan went into the woods, with his copy of Edward Abbey, and sat by the campfire with his ukelele, reveling in his 'escape' from civilization, when a black-wolf lurked to him and bit him (in the hand), causing him to go into a seizure...and 30 minutes later, he transformed into a lycanthrope (werewolf).

SATAN: You must help me, Shelbye.

PROFESSOR STANFORD (Shelbye): I can't believe (in) this, man.

SATAN: You're my older-wiser mentor-inspiration; always have been!

SHELBYE: A werewolf?
SATAN: I was bitten...I went into a seizure...something happened; full-moon.

SHELBYE: You're trying to hit on me, me thinks, doc.

SATAN: I wish I was; I wish I was lying (to you); I need spiritual-counsel.

SHELBYE: I can refer you to some online treatments for zoanthropy.

SATAN: This isn't delusion; I'm not 'surfing' for therapists on social media (now)!

SHELBYE: Don't under-estimate the value(s) of 'worldly' media-IQ, Satan.

Our poor-fellow didn't know what to do. However, his werewolf-condition, manifest once-more the next month, under a similar full-moon light of a darkened consciousness of insanity, mutated Amlan Satan, respected American university professor, into (once-again) a real werewolf (wow). The next morning he found himself lying (naked) at dawn in a field of marigolds. He wept, unhappy with this newfound state-of-mind; however, he was ironically delighted to discover a stranger sense(s) of heightened flower-scent sensitivity. Was he becoming 'more' natural?

He'd considered himself something of an intellectual, and he liked the offerings of psychology/education, and though he was a fan of works of mythology/metaphysics like Frankenstein (Mary Shelley) and Dracula (Francis Ford Coppola), he never dreamt he'd be immersed into the Earth-state of real superstition(s). What would he do with this newfound sense of flower-scent sensitivity/power/magic? Would he share his gift(s) on social media, as Shelbye, his faculty-peer/counselor would advise?

SHELBYE: Did you 'confide' in your girlfriend?

SATAN: Hey, if you don't believe (all) this, I'd perhaps frighten her (Danica).

SHELBYE: Danica loves you, Amlan...consider the 'wisdom' of such talk(s).

SATAN: Maybe you're right; I do have this wonderful sense of flower-scent.

SHELBYE: Sounds ironically romantic...consider becoming a wolfen-writer?

SATAN: That might (really) help.

Amlan shared a soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving diner-plate chat(s) with his University-girlfriend (Danica), a grad-student he'd been dating for about 1 year, and he decided he'd keep his 'dark' secret from her, evading Prof Shelbye Stanford's advice (now). However, he felt (truly) 'guilty' for the first-time in his life of mind-work(s).

DANICA: Why're you sniffing flowers kept in your shirt-pocket?
SATAN: I'm a werewolf.

DANICA: That's rich...not as 'rich' as this bread, though, Satan (ha).

SATAN: Delish.

Though he didn't tell Danica his dark-secret, he decided to share a Ouija-board game experience with her, since she was something of a 'gypsy' fan of alternative metaphysics, being a student of anthropology (after all!). During the game, Danica recommended they 'contact' the Bride-of-Frankenstein, and Amlan Satan wondered if they made 'contact' that Eve, who'd be more alarmed/awakened (the bride or the lycanthrope?).

SHELBYE: You didn't tell Danica?

SATAN: Can't; don't want to; won't (now).

SHELBYE: What's the next move, Satan?
SATAN: Going to Darjeeling with Danica; avoiding the inevitable.

SHELBYE: Good luck, Amlan.

SATAN: Thanx...maybe I'll make a social media friendly tourism fable.

SHELBYE: Good.

DANICA: Why the post-trip University-cafeteria 'meeting' this Saturday?
SATAN: Ahead of the Notre-Dame rivalry-match (football) for us!

DANICA: You sound more 'optimistic' (suddenly/somehow).

SATAN: I feel it; I'll blend into this civilization, with you as my sanity-force.

DANICA: Good (for social media).

STORY_EXCERPT:

"Alas the prince had slept in the Pine-Barrens again, suffering as a werewolf, sometimes fighting other lycanthropes of an invisible Earth under full-moon darkness, but would this tortured prince, once a respected capitalist-investor on Wall-St., find the 'recompense' for a boy-like innocence for the things lost by a beast's language (wonderwalls)?"