Garou

Recently, I met a man born on Halloween who intrigued me. He has sparkling green eyes which seem more light green when he is angry and a crystal green when his passions are flaring. Like other kindred, many movies, like Underworld, seeks to glorify these creatures. What creatures? Oh, let me give you other details.

We sat in my car outside of his house one night. The radio was quietly playing and the engine hummed. His window was cracked a little. Out of the blue, he asked did I hear that. Hear what, I thought? He could hear the sound of someone in his own kitchen running the water. He could hear someone exitting their house down the street. Hyper-sensitive hearing.

Sense of smell is alarming. I had purchased garlic shrimp and transported in my car. I saw him hours later. He stuck his head into the car and immediately pulled back. He told me I should air the car out. He doesn't like shrimp and mixed with the pungent garlic smell.

In a fit of rage against his inability to do something right, I watched him pound his fist against a concrete wall. I was frozen in fear. I thought for sure with the force with which he had hit the wall he'd be bleeding. No blood. Not a mark. The wall had a significant indent. How could this have been possible? I thought for sure days later he would have broken bones. Nothing. All I could remember were all those cheesy horror movies.

Contrary to popular belief... the moon doesn't make him a wild crazied animal. Something driven by his "true" nature. He was and is consistantly more affectionate. He cuddles like a dog who wants to snuggle with you on a couch. He is warm and sweet. Tender and nuturing.

A Garou is not wholely like Blood and Chocolate. I've never seen him turn. I never find clumps of fur in the backyard. His eyes do change, but not within in the realm of science and/or belief.
How did he get this way? How or was he "turned" or "made"? I asked him...

This is what he told me...