the lone fighter

[bongoblue]

( /ooc this is a continuation of the lone detective story, just down the page: http://www.nsrealm.com/boards/viewtopic.php?t=711 )

It wasn't easy, learning a new trade. Especially learning how to use a sword and armor.

The monsters scratched and clawed me, some had bows and swords.

Or huge cugels to smash smaller beings with.

Or large winged creatures, like some distant folk tale about Sinbad the Sailor.

But I made it, with the scars and nightmares to prove it.

Walking dead I can deal with, I used to read lots of those old Pulp Horror Stories.

Its the Elves that made me think I was in a nutward. They were just fantasy figures for me.

Now I've talked to them. They don't seem so 'out there' anymore.

Talking and walking trees, now that was interesting as well.

But here I am, out in the wilderness, far from the torch lights and lanterns of the villages and towns.

I'm so far out into the wilderness, not even campfires are visible here.

Waiting for the moon rise. The stars glisten and shine, the wind sighs through the pines, just on the other side of that ridge.

A moon with features I never saw before. No rabbit nor man in the moon. This one looks like a ... well, a face.

Watching all of us, judging us.

[deep breath]

Ah, I like this, walking like a wild alone. Reminds of me of that story I read long ago, and far away, by Rudyard Kipling.
Of cats and the fact they walked by their wild alone. Owing nothing to no one, and being owned by no one.

I have no bills to pay, no rent due, but death is quick and angry.

But I am a werewolf detective who became a werewolf fighter.

I walk in the wilderness, by my wild alone.

I do not party, nor group, a bartyender in that last town... I think he knows, what I am.

Matters not. I'm not as strange as some of the other patrons !

Here I am, alone, and liking to be alone. In the wild woods.

The stars shining, I could almost read a book by their light.

I am alive, and I walk by my wild alone.

[bongoblue]

Ah. Sweet loneliness.

The stars brighten the night.

Small crawly things, trying to sneak up on me.

I can hear them as they cross the dry leaves back behind me.

I can smell their blood. The werewolf part of me hungers, but I wait, and the feeling passes.

The moon glistens on the horizon. Trees sparkle from the dew on limb and leaf.

Distant lightning.

My journey is only starting, I leave the wilderness and go back to the city.

But that is okay. For I walk my wild alone, even amongst the city dwellars.