I had a couple of calls today.
First: The gym. They were worried that I was dead because I haven’t been in for over a week. It’s nice to know they care (also, wow, I didn’t realize I actually went that often.) I ended up putting my membership on hold until October. The Doc has forbidden me from going back until at least then anyway.
Second: My boss. Apparently my leave is running out. I told him that I’d had an emergency operation to get my gall bladder out (Trust me, I am just as surprised as you are that I managed to get a reasonable sounding excuse out – although I’m not sure that’s the type of surgery you’d have in a rush, not like an appendix.)
Anyway. My boss was fine, and said I just should have let him know sooner – he would have let me take sick leave (which i get paid for.) I’m on sick leave until Wednesday, and then I have to go back to work. That’s alright with me because even though I’ve only been healing for the past week and a bit the shifting has bumped my progress way up to somewhere around two or three weeks.
Plus I only work part time anyway, so most days it’s just two or three hours sitting at a computer, and then I can go lie down at home again. All the same, I do not plan on telling the Doc. The last thing I need is him going running back to the wolves and reporting on me.
The third phone call was the police. They wanted to come round and have a chat with me about the stolen car, the mugging, and the attempted kidnapping/ assault. It seemed that someone there had only just figured out that I am having a very strange run of bad luck. It’s good to see the police are so on to it… I mean it only took two or three weeks.
I agreed to have them round earlier this afternoon, and then spent a few hours practicing my ‘innocent’ and ‘bewildered’ face in the mirror in the bathroom.
“What’s that officer? You think I’m making all this weird shit up for attention?”
“Enemies, sir? No way, everybody loves me.”
“The DNA you got was weird? You mean it was some sort of animal/human hybrid? STRANGE.”
(I’ve got no idea what our blood looks like. I’m guessing normal though. I’ve been going to doctors like normal in the seven years I’ve been a part-time wolf, and none of them have ever called me up to enquire as to weather I’m a werewolf/ spawn of the devil/ dying from a rare blood disease.)
Anyway the cops showed up, a guy and a woman, and I opened the door and smelt wolf. So all of that practice ended up being for no good reason.
(Also: what the hell! Wolf cops?! They’re everywhere! It’s almost too much to hope they’re not running back to the Pack with all the info I’ve given them. It does not make my defensive abilities look very good at all.)
The cops already had a pretty good idea of what was going on, I’m assuming because they were Pack, so I just filled in a few more of the blanks for them, and gave tem a more complete picture of the past three or four weeks. They were kinda taken aback by the full list of issues I’ve been having, what with the packs of wild dogs, and crazy hyenas and all.
They can’t put the majority of it in any report, naturally, but they’re going to do their best to get my car back, and maybe get the people who tried to grab me.
It seems the rest might just have to be taken care of the shifter way.
I wasn’t too pleased with that. Sure I probably fatally injured a few of the hyenas from that night in the alley, but that was a kill or be killed situation. I don’t like the idea of killing anyone – animal form or not. It’s still a person in there – at least part of the time.
There is no way I’d ever go through with their idea of justice.
I think the way to go is to make their lives hell. To somehow hold all the power, and make them THINK I’d kill them if I could be bothered. And perhaps a little property destruction, right before I run them out of town for good.
Anyway. I need to go bake some cupcakes, and spend some time in my wolf form. (Mmm sugar.)
Just on a side note: the moon tonight is luminescent and waxing. It’s almost like a partially in-drawn breath, pausing with anticipation. It makes me want to howl and sing, and run.
Too bad I live in a grimy city.
Too bad my landlord would throw me out if she thought I had a dog.
Too bad I’ll only be seeing the moon through my dirty living room window.
*lesigh* The ongoing hardship of living as a city wolf is almost too much to bear!! *Dramatic swoon of disappointment* ( I should have been an actor. I’m fabulous at this. And gay men love me. Well. Simon does anyway.)
I think perhaps I should spend my next full moon weekend ‘camping’ in some remote forest. How fucking amazing would that be? I would spent the whole weekend in my wolf form, and FINALLY get to do a bit of running in a real life forest.
Perhaps after I get a car I’ll see if any of my wolf nights intersect with weekends.
