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wolf when he needed to, humans were just unnecessary horrid creatures. But not Ladle. There was something about Ladle.
But eating humans was in the past.
Now, Wolfy cleaned his Belly and the Beast bar and waited for his first customers of the night. He and Ladle were starting something, and he had to grow up and become a man. Well, not a man man , but a boy man, more of a wolf slash boy slash man slash whatever. It was all because he liked that quirky girl in the red hood, and had to take care of her, and persuade her mother he was good for her.
Wolfy shrugged, cleaning the glasses in his bar. The girl he liked was Death.
“Way to go, Wolfy,” he mumbled to himself, “Of all girls in the world.”
But there was nothing he could do about it. He was crazy about her, his fur strengthened when she was near him. Although she was Death, he was always worried about her when she came back late to visit him in the bar. Her mother didn’t approve of the relationship so they only met behind her back. Ladle slaughtered those which the Tree of Life chose. Wolfy worked hard, cooking and serving in his bar. Then they met late at night before the clock struck midnight and Ladle had to go back home. She had to go to sleep early and wake up early. She didn’t go to school, and she slayed people everyday. Her job wasn’t easy, and it was by no means appreciated, so he knew she needed the emotional support.
It always puzzled Wolfy why her mother thought he was a threat to Ladle. She was Death for meatloaf’s sake! He was just a hungry wolf who attacked people for food. It wasn’t like he wanted to hurt them. Who in the world didn’t get hungry? Did anybody understand how hungry a young, growing wolf could get?
Wolfy scratched his sideburns, watching the crescent moon through the window of his bar. Thank God it was still three days until the full moon. He’d need to summon his friends again to chain him up that night so he wouldn’t hurt anyone, because that’s the only time in the month when he really got nasty, and even Death couldn’t stand in his way.
Last time, his friends waited too long to chain him, so Jack sent him on a one way ride up on one of his highest beanstalks. Wolfy ended up fighting a giant troll for his life all night.
A smile bestowed itself on his face as he checked his pocket watch – it was a watch the new Willie Winkie had given him as a gift. There had to be another Willie Winkie when I was promoted as Sandman, right?
Wolfy knew that soon Ladle would arrive after a hard night’s work. He wondered whom she had killed today. Whomever she killed, she was just doing her job. He had a surprise for her, an incredible meal: roasted ham and cheese and strawberry cake for dessert. Of course, he didn’t share his marshmallows with her. These were his. They were very much a substitute for not eating her.
“Damn it, Wolfy,” he looked at himself in the mirror. “Stop thinking about eating Ladle. She is delicious, but where will you be and what will you do if you eat her? She’s the shining star of your life, like a big slice of meat, or a crumbly mumbly piece of loaf. She is so delicious you can’t eat her, and they didn’t make two of her. She’s one of a kind,” Wolfy combed his sideburns, which Ladle hated. He thought his sideburns showed his strength as a young wolf. She always told him that he had looked like a cute prince when they first met, but then Wolfy started growing those silly sideburns and acting vulgarly like wolves do. He also combed them when he was a bit scared or worried, which wasn’t often. “Besides, you don’t want to scare her away. She’s a sweet girl. If you can’t control your urges, she’ll leave you,” Wolfy threatened his reflection in the mirror with a forefinger. His reflection’s brows furrowed, afraid of him. Sometimes, his reflection did that. He was a schizophrenic werewolf with two personalities after all.
He turned around and went to open the Belly and
But eating humans was in the past.
Now, Wolfy cleaned his Belly and the Beast bar and waited for his first customers of the night. He and Ladle were starting something, and he had to grow up and become a man. Well, not a man man , but a boy man, more of a wolf slash boy slash man slash whatever. It was all because he liked that quirky girl in the red hood, and had to take care of her, and persuade her mother he was good for her.
Wolfy shrugged, cleaning the glasses in his bar. The girl he liked was Death.
“Way to go, Wolfy,” he mumbled to himself, “Of all girls in the world.”
But there was nothing he could do about it. He was crazy about her, his fur strengthened when she was near him. Although she was Death, he was always worried about her when she came back late to visit him in the bar. Her mother didn’t approve of the relationship so they only met behind her back. Ladle slaughtered those which the Tree of Life chose. Wolfy worked hard, cooking and serving in his bar. Then they met late at night before the clock struck midnight and Ladle had to go back home. She had to go to sleep early and wake up early. She didn’t go to school, and she slayed people everyday. Her job wasn’t easy, and it was by no means appreciated, so he knew she needed the emotional support.
It always puzzled Wolfy why her mother thought he was a threat to Ladle. She was Death for meatloaf’s sake! He was just a hungry wolf who attacked people for food. It wasn’t like he wanted to hurt them. Who in the world didn’t get hungry? Did anybody understand how hungry a young, growing wolf could get?
Wolfy scratched his sideburns, watching the crescent moon through the window of his bar. Thank God it was still three days until the full moon. He’d need to summon his friends again to chain him up that night so he wouldn’t hurt anyone, because that’s the only time in the month when he really got nasty, and even Death couldn’t stand in his way.
Last time, his friends waited too long to chain him, so Jack sent him on a one way ride up on one of his highest beanstalks. Wolfy ended up fighting a giant troll for his life all night.
A smile bestowed itself on his face as he checked his pocket watch – it was a watch the new Willie Winkie had given him as a gift. There had to be another Willie Winkie when I was promoted as Sandman, right?
Wolfy knew that soon Ladle would arrive after a hard night’s work. He wondered whom she had killed today. Whomever she killed, she was just doing her job. He had a surprise for her, an incredible meal: roasted ham and cheese and strawberry cake for dessert. Of course, he didn’t share his marshmallows with her. These were his. They were very much a substitute for not eating her.
“Damn it, Wolfy,” he looked at himself in the mirror. “Stop thinking about eating Ladle. She is delicious, but where will you be and what will you do if you eat her? She’s the shining star of your life, like a big slice of meat, or a crumbly mumbly piece of loaf. She is so delicious you can’t eat her, and they didn’t make two of her. She’s one of a kind,” Wolfy combed his sideburns, which Ladle hated. He thought his sideburns showed his strength as a young wolf. She always told him that he had looked like a cute prince when they first met, but then Wolfy started growing those silly sideburns and acting vulgarly like wolves do. He also combed them when he was a bit scared or worried, which wasn’t often. “Besides, you don’t want to scare her away. She’s a sweet girl. If you can’t control your urges, she’ll leave you,” Wolfy threatened his reflection in the mirror with a forefinger. His reflection’s brows furrowed, afraid of him. Sometimes, his reflection did that. He was a schizophrenic werewolf with two personalities after all.
He turned around and went to open the Belly and
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