A Wolf Among Us

More Raban stuff. Yay.. This has to do with old characters...

Ever since I moved to Icaria, my poor ears have been flooded with tales and myths of old. The people of this realm fear these fiends as if they were Death standing before them. It is rather humorous if I'm honest; these fools have even made legends about my sweet little kitty-cat, Buer. There is only one tale that means something to me (besides a joke). The myth tells about a man who is part wolf. He slept with my grandmother, the old demon queen,  many times and he would butcher his own flesh like a pathetic fool (well, I'm not one to talk..). His name, funnily enough, was Wolf (okay his name was actually Vuølf, but not many people know this or care). I enjoy this faery-tale because I actually met him.

I did not realize that I had a were-beast in my household, for this was back when I lived on the outskirts of the kingdom and far away from these petty stories. Mr. Vuølf was seemingly ordinary. His hair was long and filthy, and he was thin like a twig, but other than that and his height he was plain. He happened upon my house whilst he was on his pilgrimage back to the woods of Icaria. I, being the upperclassmen I am, was repulsed by him at first. He had leaves and tiny twigs in his hair, and his clothes were absolutely filthy. He reeked of blood and fallen prey and, although his manners were grand, he was socially awkward (much like me, but that's irrelevant). 

He spoke sheepishly for a man of his stature; his eyes would dart from my gaze to his hands as he mumbled. His first words always seem to stick to me.. "Excuse me, sir, I would like for you to smuggle me into your grandmother's kingdom.." He sensed his old lover's blood in me. I laughed at him, then told him to come inside. I started brewing some tea whilst Buer stared him down.  He awkwardly sat on a bar-stool and waited for me to return. We spoke for a brief while then I gave him a cloak and mask so he could sneak in to Icaria, and that was the last I saw of that tall lamer.

Now, I would go on and add to the wondrous tales of Wolf, but I respect privacy. He did not want me to send word of his pilgrimage to the kingdom, and I know that he wouldn't be happy if I spoke about his travels and whatnot. For now, I shall laugh whenever the fools of this kingdom say false things about the wolf-man..