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Fairly Bloodless
15 April 2009 01:09Fairly Bloodless, the hunter of werewolves, knew one thing:
Dead men have no tails.
The other thing he knew, looking down at the body of the naked seventeen-year-old girl on the rain-soaked pavement in front of him, was that it was really hard to tell what sex a werewolf was before you started shooting. He’d never killed a woman before.
She was pale and pristine except for the four perfect little holes, two in the front and two in the back, when the silver had let out her life.
She was well-muscled and beautiful in that magnetic, savage way that most Weres had by day; quick to sneer, moody, decisive, and sexual. No problem letting their anger get the best of them in a fight. Loyal to their other Were-friends for life.
Good creatures to have on your side. Some breeds would turn on you but for the most part, they made great bodyguards, soldiers, and border patrol units as long as you kept them well-fed and scratched their bellies when they wanted it.
Not great creatures to have around if you ran out of food or felt like mistreating one of them. The pack-mind took over if you felt like, for instance, executing one of them before they got wind of the fact that your empire was about to go belly-up.
Like maybe the hot little seventeen-year-old Were you’d been having a fling with who’d heard too much with those sharp ears of hers while you were having a business meeting in the hall outside of the master bedroom.
In an instance like that, you called Fairly Bloodless. Fairly had ingested a serum of silver nitrate for years. His skin was blue but his blood and flesh was like burning acid to werewolves. He had many other names: Papa Smurf, Blueblood, Huckleberry Sharkfin, The Noble, and a few others. They all boiled down to the same thing:
He got the job down when you wanted a werewolf dead.
And now here he was, scared at how much he was feeling. Her long legs were getting colder in the street. Her armpits and long legs were slightly hairy liked she’d never shaved. Probably had Were-parents. Probably a trueblood with a lineage.
Fairly Bloodless was starting to get angry. They’d never told him that it was a woman. Werewolf women were out of bounds. He was in trouble.
He needed to find a safe place to hide out.
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Dead men have no tails.
The other thing he knew, looking down at the body of the naked seventeen-year-old girl on the rain-soaked pavement in front of him, was that it was really hard to tell what sex a werewolf was before you started shooting. He’d never killed a woman before.
She was pale and pristine except for the four perfect little holes, two in the front and two in the back, when the silver had let out her life.
She was well-muscled and beautiful in that magnetic, savage way that most Weres had by day; quick to sneer, moody, decisive, and sexual. No problem letting their anger get the best of them in a fight. Loyal to their other Were-friends for life.
Good creatures to have on your side. Some breeds would turn on you but for the most part, they made great bodyguards, soldiers, and border patrol units as long as you kept them well-fed and scratched their bellies when they wanted it.
Not great creatures to have around if you ran out of food or felt like mistreating one of them. The pack-mind took over if you felt like, for instance, executing one of them before they got wind of the fact that your empire was about to go belly-up.
Like maybe the hot little seventeen-year-old Were you’d been having a fling with who’d heard too much with those sharp ears of hers while you were having a business meeting in the hall outside of the master bedroom.
In an instance like that, you called Fairly Bloodless. Fairly had ingested a serum of silver nitrate for years. His skin was blue but his blood and flesh was like burning acid to werewolves. He had many other names: Papa Smurf, Blueblood, Huckleberry Sharkfin, The Noble, and a few others. They all boiled down to the same thing:
He got the job down when you wanted a werewolf dead.
And now here he was, scared at how much he was feeling. Her long legs were getting colder in the street. Her armpits and long legs were slightly hairy liked she’d never shaved. Probably had Were-parents. Probably a trueblood with a lineage.
Fairly Bloodless was starting to get angry. They’d never told him that it was a woman. Werewolf women were out of bounds. He was in trouble.
He needed to find a safe place to hide out.
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