I hatched a really interesting character idea in the shower yesterday involving an ex-Soviet soldier werewolf character. Naturally, I determined he was living as an apprentice to a Shaman in one of the Eurasian pastoral societies until Soviet control attempted to unseat indigenous religions and destroyed the people with whom he lived. He alone survived because he was actually physically able to become a wolf (something Shamanism in that region actually embraces on a non-physical level), and was thus of use to the Soviet military as a weapon. 

It was a particularly long shower. Also I feel that this might be of interest to Felspar because of reasons.

Excerpt: Akitla’s Impression Of Dean

Akitla liked Dean. There was something intrinsically simple about him. No, she corrected herself, not simple. Simple was insulting. Simple was flat and monochromatic. Dean was certainly none of those things. But from her brief encounters with him, she’d gotten the distinct sense that Dean was willing to listen, and willing to accept. When Inusiq had first introduced him to her in the woods, she’d expected more of a reaction from him. Granted, he was already familiar with the way lycans looked in their anthropomorphic forms, so shock wasn’t likely to be an issue for him. But there was something in the way he’d looked at her and reached out to her that had touched her, and Akitla could see why Inusiq had been able to forge a relationship with him when they were children. He didn’t look at lycans as though they were any different from humans. In fact, that was exactly what had been so unusual about Akitla’s first meeting with Dean. He’d treated her with respect and a small measure of reserve, but no more than Akitla herself would have used with a stranger. Now, seated at a table with three, enormous, dirty, and threatening-looking lycans, Dean was making casual conversation and offering them coffee. Yes, Akitla thought to herself smiling, this was a man she could respect. A Bush Pilot with more tact and open-mindedness than a vast majority of her former colleagues back at the University in London, a half a world away.

Elleth: akitla: I’ve just realized that werewolves are Tolkien canon....

akitla:

I’ve just realized that werewolves are Tolkien canon. Obviously a little different from the ones I write, but… potential. Would it be possible that some might not align with Morgoth? Encyclopedia of Arda is rather terse on the subject of werewolves. An undeveloped corner of Tolkien…

This was a really thoughtful response, and I really enjoyed reading it, so thank you first of all! :) The werewolves I write at this moment are quite different, but that’s why I’d be interested in exploring the concept from a Tolkien angle. I think it would be fascinating to explore the autonomy of his intelligent monsters, such as werewolves and even dragons, that tend to align as evil in the stories. I’d love to explore the possibility that they do not, and I think it might make for an interesting thought experiment at the very least. I appreciate the references you included to werewolves in Tolkien, too. I remember reading about them at some point, but I recalled very little about what I’d actually read. I may do a short story on them and see how it goes! I am intrigued at the idea of corrupted spirits, and I think there’s certainly some room for exploration there. Actually, I like the idea very much!

Source: akitla

I’ve just realized that werewolves are Tolkien canon. Obviously a little different from the ones I write, but… potential. Would it be possible that some might not align with Morgoth? Encyclopedia of Arda is rather terse on the subject of werewolves. An undeveloped corner of Tolkien lore I could play with, perhaps…?

Reference: http://www.glyphweb.com/arda/w/werewolves.html

Stumbled across a passage I wrote that I’m pleased with. I like where these two are going.

She listened to his breathing, and nestled into the long fur around his neck, savouring the moment hungrily, unsure if it would ever return. It seemed too ephemeral, as though a gust of wind could drive it from her forever. And yet, there was an assurance there that hadn’t been there before. Anyu wasn’t shrinking away from her as though he’d had second thoughts, as though he was doing the impossible. And, Akitla realized, neither was she. He pulled back, and their eyes met, but this time was different. This time, neither dropped their gaze. The pain in Anyu’s eyes drained away, and his voice was full of melancholy serenity.

Come on. Let’s not keep Inusiq waiting.

It had to end sometime.

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