Energy fizzled in me when I woke, and I couldn’t decipher my actions, couldn’t know why I remained near the town, why I was feeling so strange, until that scent hit. And I hunted for it like I’d never hunted for anything, but without my typical skills. It’s been disorienting. Everything was wrong. The sky, the air, the scents, me…
I was disoriented but I wouldn’t stop until I could see the female behind that aroma, could know for sure that she’s mine. And now I have, and I do.
I like how she looks. I like the way the sight of her shape makes my cock ache. I don’t like how frightened she is. I need to get at her so I can cover her with my body, let her inhale my scent so she’ll learn it, so she’ll know that when I’m near her she’s safe. So she’ll know the scent of her mate.
My small female has long and shiny hair the color of sunshine, with a few chunks the shade of blueberries. She has long eyelashes and long legs, though she’s not tall. She has pert breasts. She reminds me of how I imagined the sprites in the stories Uncle Cornelius would read me when I was a boy about little shapely fairies that would flit around at dusk. I never saw one, but painted one from my vision of what they might look like. If that painting is still in the house somewhere, I want to see it… see if it resembles her.
I remember that painting and remember wanting to have a sprite of my own but there’s a lot I don’t yet remember.
It takes time to adjust after not shifting for a year, but I know it’s been more than two years, more than four I think. This is why my brain is hazy with confusion.
But there’s no time to adjust. I need her. I only hope it doesn’t take me so long to adjust that it puts her in peril.
This is what brought me close to the town today. This was why I was thinking halfway between wolf and man. Something changed. Her.
I’d woken far too early to hunt, though ravenous and restless until my nose twitched with interest like never before, sending me in aimless circles for what felt like an eternity until I was hit with the onslaught of her scent.
It slammed into me with such physical force that all my fur stood on end as I tried to process the sensations, sensations that were utterly foreign.
As I picked up other aromas with hers, I grew angrier and angrier as I tried to track her because I immediately knew… I knew she was mine. I also knew there was an unpleasant male scent near her. Furthermore, I now knew that any of my previous attempts to find the woman who would be mine was useless because this scent attacked me. I didn’t look for it. It found me as if meant to be.
I knew, intuitively what it was. Who she was. The one. My only one.
And the fragrance… the best scent to ever hit my nose, uniquely her was also infused with something wrong. Not quite fear from her but something like fear. I suspected it had to do with the male scent near her. And that made me dizzy with rage.
The moon wasn’t right tonight. Too large. Too close. Instinct told me it had been interfered with. Based on the proximity of her scent, it should’ve taken no time to find her. Uncle once told me that sometimes witches interfered with things. That sometimes they made the road lead to new places. That sometimes they trapped you where they needed you to stay so that they could complete some purpose either for you or in spite of you.
This night felt reminiscent of those things that Uncle talked about sometimes when he would get in one of his dark moods. The dark moods happened often throughout my life and were often fueled by whisky. I would listen, let him speak though his words often didn’t make sense, and then leave him be. Most times when I asked questions, his answers were non-answers, or he grew agitated and didn’t answer at all.
When her scent moved too far away, I was confused for a time but finally, the haze of confusion lifted enough for me to surmise that she got into a car and left. I hadn’t set eyes on her yet at that stage but knew the scent of cars and knew the scent of this particular car, already having had it imprint on me, but tracking that scent isn’t as easy as tracking a person or prey. I got dizzy from the onslaught of emotion I was feeling which meant I lost time and the car scent. When the scent got stronger as I scoured while tracking the car, my nose to the ground, finally, the fragrance picked up in intensity and got not only stronger, but the onslaught of the strength of her aroma was so powerful that it disoriented me and because of that, the car struck me.