dominant species on the planet is his relatively quick reproductive cycle. Lycan mate once every five years.”
“No wonder they’re so pissed off,” I said.
Tommy snorted.
“So they have marriage, too?” I asked.
“Michael, this is serious!” Azile fairly demanded.
“Sorry, every five years, that’s a long time to keep the pipes backed up,” I told her.
“How is it that you’re our best chance at victory?” She asked.
“Hey, you said that, not me,” I told her. “If I had it my way, me and the Ogster would have stayed up in Maine.” He came over and licked my hand when I mentioned his name. I noticed that he had to bow his head to do so. The dog was growing in leaps and bounds.
“Michael, they will destroy all of mankind, eating and enslaving as they go. The Lycan clans are uniting under one leader, and when they decide how they will divide the world up, it will be too late.”
“Azile, maybe it’s their time. Since the beginning of time some species rule for a while and then yield to another after some cataclysmic event. Humans had a decent run, considering we got too smart for our own good. Too many brains, not enough morality. I don’t see the Lycan being any better or any worse.”
“Would you have said those same words if your family were alive, Michael? Would you not fight for all you and they were worth?”
I wanted to rant at her that she wasn’t being fair.
“Don’t other men with families deserve the right to raise and protect their families as best they can, men like you?” she continued.
“To be fair,” Tommy interjected, “there really aren’t too many meid too man like Mike.”
“Thanks…I think,” I told him.
“No problem.” He smiled at me; I noticed some red jelly gooped around his gums. I didn’t ask.
“Would you like to see what you’re up against?” she asked.
“Not really,” I told her, being honest.
“Tommy, let’s gather our things and get ready to travel,” she said curtly to him.
“What about me?” I asked.
“What about you?” she asked, turning back around. “You made yourself clear in your intentions.”
Had I? I thought. I guess I did; sometimes being argumentative can cause problems. “I promised the Judge in Robert’s Land I wouldn’t go back through town.”
“You’ve already broken one promise…what’s another?” she asked.
“What promise did I break?” I asked Tommy quietly.
“Your bond with mankind,” he answered sincerely.
“Did you learn the guilt trip shit from Tracy? Because she was a master of it. Or is it just an inherent thing in the female species?”
“Do not hold me responsible for pointing out your conscience,” she told me.
“Dammit all. Fine, Oggie and I will go a little farther with you…but no promises.”
“As you will,” Azile said as she went back to the house.
“I think she’s smitten with you,” Tommy said, backhanding my shoulder.
“Smitten? Are you kidding me? Just because it looks like the 1800s doesn’t mean we need to talk like it,” I told him, as he smiled at me, I heard something rustle in his pocket that sounded suspiciously like a foil packet; again I didn’t ask.
I walked next to the wagon. Truth be told, my ass was hurting from the lack of cushioning and shocks. Oggie had no such compunction ; he was sitting next to Tommy on the wooden plank bench. Tongue hanging out, he looked as happy as a witch in an apothecary store. I wanted to keep the analogy relative.
“Comfortable up there, you lug ?” I stroked his paw. He looked over, a long string of drool dropped on my arm. “Nice,” I told him. His tail thumped.
It was a long day, sometimes I got up on the cart, but for the most part I walked, it was nice to stretch my legs and enjoy the day. Dusk was beginning when Azile had us stop. I figured we had another half hour of light . We could have kept going, and I didn’t see a particularly good spot to set up shop, but it looked like she was the boss of
“No wonder they’re so pissed off,” I said.
Tommy snorted.
“So they have marriage, too?” I asked.
“Michael, this is serious!” Azile fairly demanded.
“Sorry, every five years, that’s a long time to keep the pipes backed up,” I told her.
“How is it that you’re our best chance at victory?” She asked.
“Hey, you said that, not me,” I told her. “If I had it my way, me and the Ogster would have stayed up in Maine.” He came over and licked my hand when I mentioned his name. I noticed that he had to bow his head to do so. The dog was growing in leaps and bounds.
“Michael, they will destroy all of mankind, eating and enslaving as they go. The Lycan clans are uniting under one leader, and when they decide how they will divide the world up, it will be too late.”
“Azile, maybe it’s their time. Since the beginning of time some species rule for a while and then yield to another after some cataclysmic event. Humans had a decent run, considering we got too smart for our own good. Too many brains, not enough morality. I don’t see the Lycan being any better or any worse.”
“Would you have said those same words if your family were alive, Michael? Would you not fight for all you and they were worth?”
I wanted to rant at her that she wasn’t being fair.
“Don’t other men with families deserve the right to raise and protect their families as best they can, men like you?” she continued.
“To be fair,” Tommy interjected, “there really aren’t too many meid too man like Mike.”
“Thanks…I think,” I told him.
“No problem.” He smiled at me; I noticed some red jelly gooped around his gums. I didn’t ask.
“Would you like to see what you’re up against?” she asked.
“Not really,” I told her, being honest.
“Tommy, let’s gather our things and get ready to travel,” she said curtly to him.
“What about me?” I asked.
“What about you?” she asked, turning back around. “You made yourself clear in your intentions.”
Had I? I thought. I guess I did; sometimes being argumentative can cause problems. “I promised the Judge in Robert’s Land I wouldn’t go back through town.”
“You’ve already broken one promise…what’s another?” she asked.
“What promise did I break?” I asked Tommy quietly.
“Your bond with mankind,” he answered sincerely.
“Did you learn the guilt trip shit from Tracy? Because she was a master of it. Or is it just an inherent thing in the female species?”
“Do not hold me responsible for pointing out your conscience,” she told me.
“Dammit all. Fine, Oggie and I will go a little farther with you…but no promises.”
“As you will,” Azile said as she went back to the house.
“I think she’s smitten with you,” Tommy said, backhanding my shoulder.
“Smitten? Are you kidding me? Just because it looks like the 1800s doesn’t mean we need to talk like it,” I told him, as he smiled at me, I heard something rustle in his pocket that sounded suspiciously like a foil packet; again I didn’t ask.
I walked next to the wagon. Truth be told, my ass was hurting from the lack of cushioning and shocks. Oggie had no such compunction ; he was sitting next to Tommy on the wooden plank bench. Tongue hanging out, he looked as happy as a witch in an apothecary store. I wanted to keep the analogy relative.
“Comfortable up there, you lug ?” I stroked his paw. He looked over, a long string of drool dropped on my arm. “Nice,” I told him. His tail thumped.
It was a long day, sometimes I got up on the cart, but for the most part I walked, it was nice to stretch my legs and enjoy the day. Dusk was beginning when Azile had us stop. I figured we had another half hour of light . We could have kept going, and I didn’t see a particularly good spot to set up shop, but it looked like she was the boss of
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