Ancient Battle Site

I visited an ancient battle site when I was in Europe earlier this year. It is the site of an ancient battle between men and werewolves. Scientist have found the bones nearly 100 warriors and suspect the remains of 1,000. Werelore tells that there are the remains of thousands of human warriors in this place.

Here is a recent article:
2,000 Year Old Mass Grave


Scientists are trying to figure out why so many of the bones have teeth marks. That is because after the battle the werewolves feasted on their dead opponents.

Werelore claims that there were no weredogs present at this battle, that the chieftan did not trust nor want and weredogs involved and had banished us from his lands. Also, there were very much out-numbered, had no idea how many werewolf warriors they would be facing.

Werewolves are asking for help in masking the truth of this ancient battle site. We are discussing that request, which has numerous issues attached.

Dogs Smarter than LTs?

This will come as no surprise to some:

Military dogs have been shown to be smarter than junior officers?

Not all LTs (lieutenants) are that bad. But the rep is there, and has been for a loooong time.

Catching up on things, emails, etc.

Clach

I met a werewulf in Afghanistan who is commanding a company of paratroopers.

Clach was living in New Orleans when Katrina hit. He was a lobo solo, not a member of a pack, alone, living amongst people, wanting to take out his hatred on them as much as he could.

As the storm rolled in he stuck around. He was stalking a family, a mother and 2 daughters, who lived in his same house in the 9th Ward. He planned to kill and eat all 3 of them. Maybe let the youngest go. At the very least eat the mother. Something about her drew him to her. She was succulent.

A turn of events found him trapped in an attic with these 3, and their cat and dog, a small terrier. The water was so high that they could not get out without drowning. And there were no points of egress in the attic, no windows.

The women and girls did not give up. Nor the terrier, who made it very clear that he knew what Clach was and what he planned and the terrier was having none of it. "Don't even think about it! Don't even think about it!" the terrier kept barking. "I will tear you up!" The cat kept clear of him.

In a force born of desperation, with the water around their ankles in that attic, Clach kicked through the roofing, allowing them to escape onto the roof. It was still raining. Clach lifted all of them, including the terrier and cat, through the hole and onto the roof and to the crest, as high as they could get. And waited. For no one. They neither heard nor saw any boats or helicopters.

They saw a small boat, a shallow-draft fiber-glass shell, floating past nearby. Clach swam out to it and pulled it back, got them all in and away they went. They floated around that flooded city for hours until picked up by the Coast Guard.

When it was over the 3 women hugged and thanked him. The mother hung onto him much longer than necessary. The terrier even licked his face. The cat ignored him.

The experience changed him. Not just in regards to the woman and the girls, but in regards to everything, so much so that a year later he was in Iraq, surrounded by humans, taking and giving orders from and to humans.

Meeting him was troubling, for is Clach now a werewolf behaving like a weredog, or is he a weredog who was a werewolf. I have always been told, "Once a wolf, always a wolf." But I am not so sure anymore.

I Have Bee Detained

The day of my last post I was seized by waerwulfas and taken to a secret location and held and interrogated, at times simply tortured for the fun of it, until just last week. I am recuperating at a safe location.

I would be dead if not for very high up intervention on my behalf, by a very old werelder, and a squad of varans who arrived at the secret location demanding I be released to them.

I am certain that I have felt worse, I just cannot remember when. My body is one big bruise, covered in lacerations and avulsions of all sizes and depths. They are all tended to and dressed, and I am spending more time in weredog form that I normally would, for the recuperative benefits. Just yesterday I was able to get move around a bit. I feel a little less like shit. Dionna says that I look good, in a rugged, been-to-hell-and-back sort of way.

Yes, Dionna. After all my time spent looking for her, she found me. I told her that if I had known that all I had to do to make her appear was get seized and brutalized by waerwulfas for 2 1/2 months that I would have tried that a long time ago and saved myself some trouble. She didn't laugh.

Dionna brought some startling news concerning a werwolf I met earlier this year, during my recent travels, named Clach.

I never did get back with Jack and Sherry and the boys. Caitlyn keeps me posted on how they are. She says that since my departure the pack has been keeping an eye on them, her especially since she is going to school with them. There has been no wolf or neo signs or scent around the house since I left. That means that they are safer without me around.

I plan to return to KC as soon as I can. Loose ends to tie up. I need to decide my next move, if I will stay in KC or move on.