Moon_Arc-01 Great Scott
Great Scott

This is the premiere adventure of Scott Noble and his story of adventure with a moon-touched hunter.

City of Brightview, Lunar Earth; Moon-Arc Sector

[Moon_Arc-01] GS-01 Neighborhood 51
By Darrel Vanwinkle (Lord Pouchlaw)

"The honored warrior stalks carefully among the trees as he comes upon his prey... a succulent buck whose scent is as ripe as the shining fruit of Felderoth. The buck can scent the hunter and the challenge is issued. They circle each other slowly preparing for the other's first move. And then the move is made. The buck gets a lucky first jab. The warrior is thrown back against the trunk of a great oak. But he is undeterred. A lucky strike does not make one the victor. Now the warrior makes his move. His claws extend and he leaps toward his prize. Poor footing results in a landing near the back of the forest king. But the warrior knows that he must pull down the prey quickly or arouse the attention of other hunters in the area. And a shared meal is not what he desires here. He rakes his claws in deeply, creating a furrow within the rear flank. The blood oozes forth like a lava flow is ere to do in the upper reaches. But he does not stop there. He now cripples the rest of the buck as he grabs the great king and gives his head a wrenching twist. And then all is still as the hunter feasts upon the first blood of the kill. Although his eyes pivot at a small sound and it is there that he sights the newcomer. He sights..."

Chapter One.

Walking along a forest trail just beyond a chain link fence that had a sign that read, NO TRESPASSING, a young man with short brown hair, silver-gray eyes and mildly fair skin was muttering to himself. "Ripped my shirt to pieces sliding under the chain link fence. That wouldn't have happened if dad hadn't enforced a bodyguard on my ass. And when it isn't his stupid ass; its the nanny and the overly strict home schooling tutor. My regular friends don't even want to come around anymore since the watch squad was assigned to me. Where's the fucking fun in that, I ask of you?" The question was directed at the trees and not toward the hunter which the boy had not seen as yet.

Continuing his fair bloody meal, the hunter raised his voice, "Hey kid! You might not want to keep walking that way! Another mile in and you will enter a private nudist colony where nearly everyone's gay head is in the gutter! They wouldn't hesitate in stretching your tail hole! Pardon me for not letting you see me, but I am a mess at the moment and naked!"

The young man turned his head toward where the voice had originated from and what he saw was a blood covered giant wolf, just beyond the nearby bushes. "Oh boy... I think I recall the rule on wolves... if you don't bother them while they are eating, they won't bother you. So I'll just keep walking and leave him alone."

The wolf man then stood up on his hind paws. "Kid, I'm a werewolf! Different rules apply! The nudist colony I mentioned is a were-community! If you go in without an escort, they will relieve you of your clothes and teach you about gay sex! And you won't get your clothes back either! Now look... I am going to have to go that way as soon as I am done here; I can escort you so they don't get any funny ideas! My tribal name is Hunter! Now give me a moment to finish up here!" And he lowered himself back down once again.

The young man noted that the werewolf was not leaping at him which defied all the former descriptions of what would happen if someone intruded into a werewolf's hunting grounds. "Scott! Scott Noble! The son of General Noble and Congress Woman Noble! But more lately, my father has been treating me as if I was nothing more than a pet!"

Hunter grinned. "I heard most of your muttering earlier, Scott! A bodyguard, a nanny, and a strict tutor?! What a horrible childhood! And they call us were-beasts animals!"

Scott smirked. "About the only thing he didn't do was to assign a medical scientist to me to make sure my farts were not contaminated with Mutagen!"

Minutes later, the werewolf, still a mess, came stalking down the trail from the direction Scott had come from. "I had to throw the carcass out of the reserve. I wouldn't have had to kill and eat him, if he had been a were-deer. I also had to check on the state of affairs of the veil curtain next to the chain link fence you slid under. I found the remains of your shirt. I wrapped it around the deer's antlers. Then I closed the veil curtain so no one else could accidentally get in. You can come with me to the bathing pool. If we're lucky, Donk's son will be taking his bath today at the same time."

Hunter remarked as they walked, "Your shirtless torso is pretty nice looking, Scott. I think Donk will like it too. A shame you have to wear the rest of those death traps the humans call clothes. Will you help me scrub the blood and dirt off of my body when we get to the pool?"

Scott glanced at the werewolf whom was walking steadily with him. "If you really want my help, I can. Of course, I'll have to remove the rest of my clothes before getting into the water; I can't have my mom screaming bloody murder if I come home with ruined pants and soiled shoes. She's on congress while my dad is in the military. He was the one whom hired all of the horrible people in my household that I cannot really stand. Um... is Donk a werewolf like you are? I apologize if my question is funny sounding. I cannot imagine a prey animal being friends with a wolf."

Hunter chuckled. "You're a fine one, Scott. Donk is a Were-Donkey of Pleasure Island stock. His father settled this community that we are in right now and had one son before he passed away and the jenny chose to return to the islands. Donk is, you might say, in charge of the reserve. I patrol the curtain and he runs the town. I'll bet he would love to have a human friend like you. Give him a chance before you reject the idea. I don't mind you wanting to be my friend as well. You could learn a lot by being our friend."

Scott smiled. "Does that include special powers for getting out of my house whenever I like?"

Hunter laughed again. "I am going to like having you as a friend. It could. yes, it could."

Scott asked, "How often do you weres bathe anyway? I know you got plenty messed up with the deer blood."

Hunter smirked. "Sometimes too much and other times, not enough. Donk and I like to get in the pool at least once a day. I couldn't stand myself if I didn't get clean after a kill."

As they arrived at the swimming hole/pond, Hunter called out, "Hey Donk! Got someone for you to meet! You might like this one! He made me laugh earlier! And he's offered to help me get clean!" A voice from one end of the pond remarked, "You clean?! That's mission impossible! Well, come on in! I don't bite!" Sitting in one end of the pond with water up to his stomach was a Were-Donkey boy using a scrub brush to try to clean his back fur.

Hunter smiled at Scott. "That's Donk. Why don't you get undressed as you offered and go help him clean his back. I'll dive into the deep end of the pond to get my bathe started."

"And don't hit your head on an underwater anvil this time!" shouted Donk with a sly grin.

Scott could tell by the banter that these two were friends as he removed his shoes and socks and then his pants and undershorts before setting them down on the shore close to Donk and then he stepped into the water to wade over close to the Were-Donkey to assist him with the bath. "I'm Scott Noble from down the street. Currently escaped from house arrest by my nannies and bodyguards and enjoying some time away from the house that is no fun. Hunter said that I should give you a chance to be a good friend. He really got himself sticky in buck deer blood earlier." Donk turned and pulled Scott temporarily into his lap before handing him one of the brushes. "You help me scrub my back. I always have trouble reaching back there. Pleased to meet you, Scott. I assume Hunter offered you a power to come spend time with us here in the village at will. We won't infect you unless you ask one of us to do it."

End of Chapter One.