Boneswulf...Part 1

Yeah, yeah...I know the title of the post is a bit cocky...but can’t a dead guy with blog indulge himself once in a while? Hey, it wasn’t me who compared this freaky killer to Grendel, I’m just swiping a little credit...but alas, I’m afraid dear readers that I will be unable to compose my posts in this part of the story in the traditional prose of such epic poems...you’re stuck with my usual wry obserations and more than my fair share of smart ass comments. Hopefully that’ll be enough to keep ya reading!

So after my little dressing down by Ravyn, Cerrydwen and the Frau, I headed back home to the Bonesmobile (sorry, I just couldn’t resist).

The only eventful part of that journey was when I was on my way out of the place that Cerrydwen had called Glimmerdown Fells. The fog was still thick and roiling, but this time I saw more than a few pairs of glowing eyes peeking around corners at me, some well above head level, and others way down near the ground. I never saw more than their eyes and hints of serpentine forms, so I really can’t tell you what the heck was guarding that place, but I can tell you I wouldn’t want to have to fight my way out of there (or back in!).

I found my way back to my body and merged things back together just in time to hear my cell phone ringing. I reached over to answer it without looking at who might be calling (remind me not to do THAT again!) and found myself on the end of the longest, loudest, and most creative ass chewing I had had since being in boot camp some twenty years before. Needless to say, Ravyn was back in her body and she was letting me have it, apparently being around Jasmine and the others had tempered her tongue somewhat. Now she was unfettered, and the part of me that wasn’t shocked into mumbling ‘yes ma’am’ and ‘no ma’am’ was thinking that she was enjoying it just a little too much.

But, just to show I am a gentleman, I won’t reveal the details of her comments, other than to say that I know career drill sergeants who don’t know that much profanity, or how use what they do know so creatively. The general gist of the conversation was that I should stay put until she arrived, OR ELSE!

Luckily, that was something I could easily agree to, since I was still waiting on Mike and his crew of mechanics to show up and fix me up with a new hand and repair my leg.

So, after I was dismissed, I hung the phone up and set it aside to cool down.

Nothing much to do at that point but re-play Drake’s second message and bump around on the internet to do some research. I will post that message in the next day or two, but I wanted to take a couple of days first to ponder the stuff he has to say in it...some of it seems strangely relevant to the reading I’ve been doing into Beowulf and Grendel.