His werewolf transformation “time of the month” is cumming up.
In the movies and on TV, werewolf transformation seems to mostly depend on one thing: the full moon. Night of the full moon, turning into a werewolf — these things might seem like the peanut butter and jelly of fantasy and sci-fi. You know, they just go together naturally . . . i.e., full moon tonight = werewolf transformation time! A piece of cake, right?
Nope. Definitely not. Doling out a solid lycanthropic curse (or two) requires a lot more than just a full moon. And by a lot, I mean the kind of prep work that even a raw food vegan would find daunting. Seriously.
First, there are the herbs and other ingredients you have to gather: purple monkshood, deadly nightshade, wolfsbane, hemlock, and oh so many more. And, of course, they must be gathered in very specific (read: highly inconvenient) ways. All of them come with their own set of rules (e.g., “only by moonlight of the waxing moon”) and most of them have to be prepared in some way after they’re assembled. I’m going to be spending quite a few hours in the next few days braiding hemlock into tiny wreaths. Sweat, tears, endless toiling. It’s all just part of the craft!
Anyway, this is part of what made me feel less bad about missing the last full moon a couple of days ago — realizing that I just wasn’t ready for this elaborate (and highly anticipated) ritual.
I have an almost feverish obsession with granting his perverted, secret wish.
As I’ve been preparing, it feels as if the entire process and the extreme care, attention, and meticulous attention to detail it entails is becoming a source and outlet of erotic energy for me. I have a feeling I’m going to be adding my own touch to this entire evil production. And the more I think about it, the more I realize how much I already have. Maybe eventually I’ll experiment with adding some new ingredients. But I can feel that I’ve already brought a powerful, sexually charged intensity to this undertaking for my caller.
With each day that goes by and with each element I continue to prepare, the more intensely that sexual surge of power throbs. It’s almost like it has a life of its own . . .
(for part 2 of this story, click here)
