Sunday, August 17, 2014

“Aside from your baby, there has never been an observed European Werewolf pregnancy.”

  (Small Fry Chapter 3)

We exchanged a look of wonder at this news and I even touched his arms to feel them for myself.

Ki went on, “I do have a theory though.”

“Yeah and?”  He prompted.

“In the animal kingdom, there are males who become stronger when the female is expecting.  The male is preparing to become the provider as well as the protector.  Maybe that’s what’s happening now?”  Our Medicine Man speculated.

“Are you for real?”  I gave a peculiar look.  “I mean, European Werewolves aside from Declan, aren’t exactly known for being the kind to commit.  In the past, if a male European Werewolf knocked up a female, he didn’t usually stick around to co-found the next ‘Brady Bunch’.”

“Thanks a lot!”  My mate retorted.

“I did say aside from you.”

“True,” he conceded.  “Remember Leo and Michelle?  I never did find out, how long they were together for.   We don’t know if they ever procreated, or what not.”

“If they had, you wouldn’t be the last European Werewolf.”  I tried to joke.

“What if Leo did get Michelle pregnant?”  He continued.  “He most certainly would have, but what happened to the baby?  Did they stop conception from continuing, with the method I used on you in the past?  Or, did they kill it after it was born?”

A cold shiver ran down my spine, making me shudder.  “I don’t think I wanna know.”

“What about Marcus and Roberta?  What happened to them in the area of procreation?”  He went on. 

“Again, I don’t think I wanna know.”  I felt sick at the thought of it.

“Hey, you can see the past and the future, in the Viewing Room at Circulate HQ, can’t you?”  Declan turned my way.

“Er, yeah?”

“Maybe we should look into the past and at other European Werewolves, in relation to pregnancy?”  He thought up.

“Do we have to?”  I whined, as a horrible feeling sank in.  “I don’t think I wanna know.”

“What do you think, Ki?”  My husband looked to our Medicine Man for his opinion.

“It would be wise to find out as much information as possible.”  He agreed.  “Aside from your baby, there has never been an observed European Werewolf pregnancy.”

Declan eagerly stood up, “C’mon then, let’s do it!”

“What, right now?”  I looked up in surprise.

“Why not?”  Ki said congenially, as he stood up too.  “I’ll come along and it’ll be included in my ‘house call’.” 

“Are you sure?”  I asked warily.  “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

“C’mon B,” my mate pulled me up from the sofa.  “Now you’ve got me curious.”

“I have?”

“You did bring up other European Werewolf behaviour in regards to kids.”  He reminded.

However, my horrible feeling turned into dread and I recognized it as a warning of bad news to come. 

“Can’t we do this another day?”  I tried to back out.

“Why?”  He gave a peculiar look.

“It’s best that we find out the facts, Aunt B.”  Our Medicine Man, reasoned.  “It could even help with your treatment.”

I glanced away uncertain, as a tiny voice cried inside my mind, ‘no, don’t do it!’

Declan noticed my apprehension, “B, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I lied.

I didn’t know what to say, without worrying them.

“Are you feeling unwell, Aunt B?”  Our Medicine Man looked on closely.  "Perhaps it's morning sickness?"

“Oh no, I’m fine.  It’s just that…”

“Yeah?”  My husband prompted.

“It’s nothing.” I let out a weary sigh.  “Let’s just get it over with.”

The men exchanged funny looks as I reluctantly rose to my feet. 

            I placed my hands on their arms and within the blink of an eye, I instantaneously phased the three of us to Circulate Headquarters.



Tuesday, August 5, 2014

A silly smile appeared on the European Werewolf’s face.

  (Small Fry Chapter 3)

“So, you’ve been enjoying the European Werewolf characteristics which have arisen in Aunt B?”  He remarked.

“Hell yeah!”  My mate proclaimed, as if it were a given.  “Not that B was ever a cold fish, it’s just nice that she needs me as much as I need her.”

“Declan!”  I cried out louder, as I gave him a shove. 

The Medicine Man regarded him closely then he even waved his medical scanner in his direction.  “Can you tell me more about this, Uncle Dec?”

“Like what?”

“How Aunt B’s behaviour is suiting you.” 

“I dunno.”  He shrugged back.  “She’s gaining on me with how much she eats now.  It’s nice to snack with her, when she used to give me and my perpetual hunger, a funny look.”

“I did not!”  I shoved him again.

A silly smile appeared on the European Werewolf’s face. “She bites more.  She drinks more.  She eats more.  She growls more and quite frankly, she’s turning me on.  It’s almost like we’re closer than ever.”

“Because she’s emulating your bloodlust, you don’t feel so different anymore?”  Ki caught on.

“Yeah, basically.”  He shrugged. 

“Stop sounding so whiny like you’re the world’s loneliest male!”  I rolled my eyes. “Where have I been the past two centuries, living in the woods?”

“See what I mean?”  He chuckled, as he affectionately patted my leg.

“Hmm,” Ki was now frowning over the readouts of the new scan.

“What is it?”  I asked concerned.  “What’s wrong?”

“This is interesting,” he began.

“What’s interesting?”  Declan demanded.

“Your body Uncle, it looks like you’re going through a couple of changes yourself.”  He lowered his scanner, to look him in the eye. 

“Oh yeah?”   His eyebrows rose.

“I don’t know if this is a direct result of the pregnancy, but your muscle tone has also increased in density by ten percent.”  Ki announced.

“But how?”  I wondered.  “He’s already a hundred percent stronger than humans.  Now he’s a hundred and ten percent stronger?”

“It looks like it.”  Ki shrugged then he reached out to feel Declan’s arms himself.  “They do feel harder than usual.”

“Could it be because I’m young again?”  My mate tried to shrug it off.  “Maybe my body is adjusting to becoming a Circulator?”

“I don’t think that’s it.”  He shook his head.  “After Aunt B changed you, I ran a scan on you that morning, if you recall.  It picked up your muscle density had returned to the way it was, when you were in your twenties.  Now it’s increased again.”