By and copyright of Owen Quinn
Despite his crippling fear, overwhelming sharp scientific curiosity was pricked.
Trapped in this creature’s flesh nipping grip, the Xereban winced and turned his head away in disgust straining his neck in the process, as some of the wolfman’s dangling drool swung close to his lips. He could feel the hair on his flesh, short and bristly like a clothes brush.
“You’re is trembling like that of a frail, innocent child scared of the dark. Your bright eyes betray your fear . I see the look of a lamb, frozen at the approaching jaws of the predator that shouldn’t exist for the inevitable first and final time.”
The wolfman let out a low threatening growl as it narrowed its eyes in intense curiosity Varran never expected examining its prey. Varran noted how beautiful the mixed colours in those pupils were reminding him of the majestic Mertillian Nebula five thousand light years away from his dead homeworld of Xereba.
“If you’d be so kind, what is a Xereban please?” Varran asked innocently, his voice steady.
The white haired wolf glared at him for a second then snarled, putting its snout closer to Varran’s face. Are those human tear ducts, he wondered given the impossible lupine face was this close. Humans are the only species on the planet that are capable of shedding tears. Varran wondered if the wolfman ever stared in the mirror and was moved to tears by the intangible shadow of the human he could no longer see anywhere but his mind’s eye? Did he howl at all at the full moon in frustration as he watched the rest of the world continue onwards in their train track routine and normality?
Were the nightmares of a wolfman those of a 9 to 5 human’s gratitude to the universe for a good day where good meant they made it to the end of their shift?
The Time Warriors and Beyond 