hell.
“Holy shit on a stick!” I shouted at her. “Why the fuck did you take so long to do that? You didn’t have to make it last that long to impress me. You are one tough bitch, girlfriend.”
Candy looked at me puzzled.
“You’re not surprised that I’m a werewolf? Like something out of a horror movie? I doubt you’ve ever seen one of us before, since we need to keep it hidden to be in compliance with our existence contract.”
“Hell, yeah I’m surprised you’re a werewolf. I thought that dead guy had some mutated form of Hypertrichosis, but I didn’t realize he could convert. Can you only convert to the two forms? And why did you take so long to change form? Damn that must have hurt like a motherfucker!”
Candy stood up a bit wobbly and put on her clothes.
“We are only able to assume the two forms. I don’t think it’s the same kind of form change that you can do. It can take anywhere from ten to twenty minutes to do a full change. It’s also very difficult to change back so quickly.”
When I convert, I change everything simultaneously. It takes less than a second. Basically, I hold my core personal energy, my spirit, along with any raw energy I have stored, explode out all the other molecules and structures, and then collapse them back in the form and order that I need. There are times when I do a slow conversion or a modification. Like when I want to scare the piss out of someone by having horns on my head. It’s much more effective to “grow” them by extending them out my skull slowly. Flash, bang, instant horns isn’t as scary. It hurts to form them slowly like that, but it’s manageable. Slowly converting my entire form over up to twenty minutes was something I’ve never wanted to do.
“It must suck when you’re attacked and it takes ten minutes to change your form.” I commiserated.
“If the wolf form is optimal, we try to prepare beforehand. With today’s weapons technology, though, we mainly use our wolf form only for the joy of hunting and socializing with our pack. We’re strong and we have some special skills in both of our forms. If we’re really in a tight spot we can change and hold a partial form for a brief time to get out of danger.”
That explained the claws and elongated jaw on the dead guy. I sat back down on the lounge. Candy had earned my respect. I’d admit guilt if a demon detected my energy signature at a crime, and as a werewolf, Candy’s nose was in the same category. I was ready to pay my weregeld. Just not too much.
“So, how much was the life of this psychotic troublemaker worth to your pack?” I asked.
Candy began to speak, then paused gesturing at me.
“Can you please put on some clothes? Or at least a towel.”
I met her gaze then slowly reached up and pinched my nipples. Candy turned bright red and looked up at the sky shaking her head.
“Fine. It’s not money I am requesting, but a service.”
This was so fun, flustering her like this. I was tempted to lean over and lick one of my nipples, but she did have a legitimate petition here and I needed to be serious.
“I can’t accept or decline until I know what sort of service you require.”
I’d expected a dollar figure, or a request to pay an inflated price for the row houses. Judging from compensatory damage awards in lawsuits, humans put a dollar value on everything. This service request was unusual and more in the nature of what a demon would have asked.
“What do you know about angels?” she asked keeping her eyes firmly above my neck.
I went cold. What did she know about angels? Humans thought of them as a vague manifestation of their deity. They bought hideous, kitschy decorative figurines depicting pious winged figures, supposedly what the angels looked like. I had no idea why the humans associated those benevolent statues with the creatures I’d heard about back home.
“Not much. Few demons still around were alive during the wars we had with them. Since the
“Holy shit on a stick!” I shouted at her. “Why the fuck did you take so long to do that? You didn’t have to make it last that long to impress me. You are one tough bitch, girlfriend.”
Candy looked at me puzzled.
“You’re not surprised that I’m a werewolf? Like something out of a horror movie? I doubt you’ve ever seen one of us before, since we need to keep it hidden to be in compliance with our existence contract.”
“Hell, yeah I’m surprised you’re a werewolf. I thought that dead guy had some mutated form of Hypertrichosis, but I didn’t realize he could convert. Can you only convert to the two forms? And why did you take so long to change form? Damn that must have hurt like a motherfucker!”
Candy stood up a bit wobbly and put on her clothes.
“We are only able to assume the two forms. I don’t think it’s the same kind of form change that you can do. It can take anywhere from ten to twenty minutes to do a full change. It’s also very difficult to change back so quickly.”
When I convert, I change everything simultaneously. It takes less than a second. Basically, I hold my core personal energy, my spirit, along with any raw energy I have stored, explode out all the other molecules and structures, and then collapse them back in the form and order that I need. There are times when I do a slow conversion or a modification. Like when I want to scare the piss out of someone by having horns on my head. It’s much more effective to “grow” them by extending them out my skull slowly. Flash, bang, instant horns isn’t as scary. It hurts to form them slowly like that, but it’s manageable. Slowly converting my entire form over up to twenty minutes was something I’ve never wanted to do.
“It must suck when you’re attacked and it takes ten minutes to change your form.” I commiserated.
“If the wolf form is optimal, we try to prepare beforehand. With today’s weapons technology, though, we mainly use our wolf form only for the joy of hunting and socializing with our pack. We’re strong and we have some special skills in both of our forms. If we’re really in a tight spot we can change and hold a partial form for a brief time to get out of danger.”
That explained the claws and elongated jaw on the dead guy. I sat back down on the lounge. Candy had earned my respect. I’d admit guilt if a demon detected my energy signature at a crime, and as a werewolf, Candy’s nose was in the same category. I was ready to pay my weregeld. Just not too much.
“So, how much was the life of this psychotic troublemaker worth to your pack?” I asked.
Candy began to speak, then paused gesturing at me.
“Can you please put on some clothes? Or at least a towel.”
I met her gaze then slowly reached up and pinched my nipples. Candy turned bright red and looked up at the sky shaking her head.
“Fine. It’s not money I am requesting, but a service.”
This was so fun, flustering her like this. I was tempted to lean over and lick one of my nipples, but she did have a legitimate petition here and I needed to be serious.
“I can’t accept or decline until I know what sort of service you require.”
I’d expected a dollar figure, or a request to pay an inflated price for the row houses. Judging from compensatory damage awards in lawsuits, humans put a dollar value on everything. This service request was unusual and more in the nature of what a demon would have asked.
“What do you know about angels?” she asked keeping her eyes firmly above my neck.
I went cold. What did she know about angels? Humans thought of them as a vague manifestation of their deity. They bought hideous, kitschy decorative figurines depicting pious winged figures, supposedly what the angels looked like. I had no idea why the humans associated those benevolent statues with the creatures I’d heard about back home.
“Not much. Few demons still around were alive during the wars we had with them. Since the
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