Valentines day with a werewolf.

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It was a busy day. H knew it was for a lot of humans. Trying to get the perfect gift. Do the right thing. Show they cared. He could see that is was a busy day for them, even if he could only vaguely remember why.

He hated valentine's day. Hundreds of thousands of humans all thinking romantic thoughts, and all doing romantic things all on one day in Essex. Tens of thousands of lonely, angry humans being bitter at how they were unable to mate. A lot of emotion. Emotion and essence. It made the day needlessly difficult.

Startled from his reverie, H saw a few people, moving around from the college, normally a sacred place of learning. He could see the people were going to do something that they shouldn't. They were new to the area and didn't know the rules. On a normal day he would have had time to welcome them, and let them know the rules they lived under, but right now they were about to do something stupid. Stupidity where the gauntlet was concerned was bad for people.

He watched for a second longer, just as they were about to stumble into that vague shadow of a world, away from where people are supposed to be. He knew he had to stop them, as once they had been to the other side, their words would entice others to go where people had no right to go, and that would mean more awkward covering up and removals.

A flashing movement, as little violence as possible and a terrible threat and the people had fled, gone far from the crack in reality that would have allowed them to slip across the gauntlet into a world that they should never have to see, whose strangeness would have warped their mind for so long as they lived, and infected them forever. Or until he had to end them. But they had been repaid in kind. For a small flaunting of his rules, they had been hurt only a little, and would be able to live on easily, recovering from the small hurt and with a new respect of mysterious places that lead to wrong other worlds. A nice piece of work, H thought to himself, leaning back to watch the locus again.

Soon, valentine's would be over, and he would allow himself to rouse his love from the fetish ring he wore, and talk to her again, and luxuriate in her alien understanding of him. He missed her presence, but it was what she had wanted, and though her lack was a wound in his side, it was one of the least of the wounds he carried. Soon it would be all over he knew, a matter of years only. He longed for the day in a vague way, hoped for it, prayed for it, but knew he could not hasten it perceptibly. Resigned, he sat back into his comfortable bough and waited.

Sure as moonrise, he saw more trouble, just as he knew he would have. The people who had been driven away were babbling in fear to the others near them, at what had happened to them. Trouble. Hearing of their weakness, another of the people nearby prepared to take advantage, large and strong and willing to force himself on the weakened and frightened person babbling their fear.

“that'll make a magath” H said to himself, annoyed, and went to break up the fight. Knowledge spirits and love spirits had no place preying on each other, and he would see to it his territory in the hisil got no more complex than it was.

It would be a long day.

[Lost] Darkness

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( Nyght ocassionally does silly things, but I have recently found that part of her character has been swallowed by her desir to behave, I am however trying to recover that so my next few entries will be durance based while I try find the old her again )