professor says, “and they are going to want to feed. What’s the game plan, big guy?”
“ I’ll take Scott back to base”, replies the mountain king. “I want a good eye on him if he changes tonight. The rest of you, find the mine and dispose of the wolves. And if this Rob appears in ghost form, return him to me quickly. Guardians reimburse.”
And they all disappear out of the forest completely.
Scott feels his DNA being manipulated as he flies through the transfer of spirit just like on the moon in a way, like his substance is like a gas again. The ghost must be of the same kind of substance, Scott figures as he slowly materializes after the giant flash of the travel through the woods into the base over the hill and not so far away. He slowly becomes his form again. As a solid mass of meat and fur. His paws tap on the linoleum wood surface of the giant log cabin that’s been closed for the season. The cabin they use for headquarters in the district of the whole valley. Less human activity means no interruptions from outsiders outside of the realm of existence. They use the base to train and to recruit and plan out how best to protect the valley from the evil entities from within Marblehead Ridge, along the banks of the Mississippi. They guard against most of that side of the river. But over the years, more bases have appeared for the conflict becomes stronger and stronger as you slowly progress into the third hundred year war of humanity.
The hairy man says, “It’s a little unpleasant at first to travel in ghost form, but you quickly get used to it especially once you learn to adapt to it throughout your whole life on the lunar beast from within that manipulates your thoughts for food making you feel no more than like a buffet for its pleasure. That’s how we felt those first three hundred years. Scott imagines all the torment that he endured throughout his life or mere existence on the moon and agrees about the strange ghost travels.
“ It’s a dog’s life for us, Scott, isn’t it?” As the big hairy beast chuckles out loud. Scott patters on the wood floor some more, sucking in the environment through his eyes, nose and ears, checking for anymore strangers. Scott can’t help but think that he’s in some kind of strange sci-fi channel cheesy episode like twilight zone, expecting a man to come out and describe the plot of the whole situation with that familiar theme shooting out from the background as the screen turns black and rolls into a commercial.
“ Strange indeed.” Scott says.
Scott ponders to himself, “I guess you already know whats gonna happen tonight when the moon gets full again, Mr. Mountain King.”
“ Please call me Links. I prefer that over the Mountain King. Bear Claw an old friend who remembers the older ways. His tribe was born into protecting me. Long ago, I picked these very mountains right there off to the east to stand my ground and in their ways protected me and not just me but all the creatures that dwelled in those mountains long ago. Links is a name I picked up. Its more modern. It means “the missing link”. Get it? It was Darwin’s favorite joke. He gave us all funny names like that.”
“ Are you talking about the same one who”, Scott is interrupted before he could even finish the words.
“ Yep. The very same,” said Links. “Back to the situation at hand, I know you probably feel quite different having an organic form now, but sometimes through the transfer we come out changed in extraordinary ways. This world is a very magical place, if you haven’t noticed by now. Our lunar world has almost its own plain of existence, different from here. This existence that our ghosts live in, therefore, is more tightly woven together. My hypothesis for this is that when we do light down from the moon, we not only bring down a piece of that, but we create a whole new breed of species
“ I’ll take Scott back to base”, replies the mountain king. “I want a good eye on him if he changes tonight. The rest of you, find the mine and dispose of the wolves. And if this Rob appears in ghost form, return him to me quickly. Guardians reimburse.”
And they all disappear out of the forest completely.
Scott feels his DNA being manipulated as he flies through the transfer of spirit just like on the moon in a way, like his substance is like a gas again. The ghost must be of the same kind of substance, Scott figures as he slowly materializes after the giant flash of the travel through the woods into the base over the hill and not so far away. He slowly becomes his form again. As a solid mass of meat and fur. His paws tap on the linoleum wood surface of the giant log cabin that’s been closed for the season. The cabin they use for headquarters in the district of the whole valley. Less human activity means no interruptions from outsiders outside of the realm of existence. They use the base to train and to recruit and plan out how best to protect the valley from the evil entities from within Marblehead Ridge, along the banks of the Mississippi. They guard against most of that side of the river. But over the years, more bases have appeared for the conflict becomes stronger and stronger as you slowly progress into the third hundred year war of humanity.
The hairy man says, “It’s a little unpleasant at first to travel in ghost form, but you quickly get used to it especially once you learn to adapt to it throughout your whole life on the lunar beast from within that manipulates your thoughts for food making you feel no more than like a buffet for its pleasure. That’s how we felt those first three hundred years. Scott imagines all the torment that he endured throughout his life or mere existence on the moon and agrees about the strange ghost travels.
“ It’s a dog’s life for us, Scott, isn’t it?” As the big hairy beast chuckles out loud. Scott patters on the wood floor some more, sucking in the environment through his eyes, nose and ears, checking for anymore strangers. Scott can’t help but think that he’s in some kind of strange sci-fi channel cheesy episode like twilight zone, expecting a man to come out and describe the plot of the whole situation with that familiar theme shooting out from the background as the screen turns black and rolls into a commercial.
“ Strange indeed.” Scott says.
Scott ponders to himself, “I guess you already know whats gonna happen tonight when the moon gets full again, Mr. Mountain King.”
“ Please call me Links. I prefer that over the Mountain King. Bear Claw an old friend who remembers the older ways. His tribe was born into protecting me. Long ago, I picked these very mountains right there off to the east to stand my ground and in their ways protected me and not just me but all the creatures that dwelled in those mountains long ago. Links is a name I picked up. Its more modern. It means “the missing link”. Get it? It was Darwin’s favorite joke. He gave us all funny names like that.”
“ Are you talking about the same one who”, Scott is interrupted before he could even finish the words.
“ Yep. The very same,” said Links. “Back to the situation at hand, I know you probably feel quite different having an organic form now, but sometimes through the transfer we come out changed in extraordinary ways. This world is a very magical place, if you haven’t noticed by now. Our lunar world has almost its own plain of existence, different from here. This existence that our ghosts live in, therefore, is more tightly woven together. My hypothesis for this is that when we do light down from the moon, we not only bring down a piece of that, but we create a whole new breed of species
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