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" . . . Jon!" barked a deep voice.
" Gahh!" shouted a young man as he was startled awake, eyes now wide and unfocused from what appeared to be a deep slumber. The young man groaned as pain radiated from both the front and rear of his head. Beneath him he felt soft grass but another twinge of pain also revealed a plethora of rocks twigs and exposed roots. Likely the reason for drum solo going on in his head.
"What kind of jackass wakes someone like that!" he groaned, holding his head as he sat up. Pain continued to throb almost in sync with his heartbeat.
"The one with limited time, patience and, after watching you for the past few minutes, disgust" replied a deep voice laced with exasperation and mild amusement.
"If I had to watch you scratch your balls any longer I'd think you were the newest recipient of the gift that keeps on giving."
The young man now fully aware he wasn't alone froze. Slowly looking toward the source of his newfound embarrassment and growing alarm, a large and imposing blurry figure came into view. As his eyes began to focus he realized that the figure even sitting was far bigger than any person had a right to be.
Then the large feet? Paws? The young man quickly shifted back from his former spot, cutting his hand on a rock in the process. He was now able to fully see the huge figure in front of him. Silver fur twinged in blue highlights covered the massive torso. Deep blue eyes, like the depths of the ocean, stared at him from above. And sharp dagger like teeth exposed by what was either a smirk or snarl glinted in moonlight. The young man sat petrified.
"sigh . . Look. I don't have an eternity here to wait for you to grow a non infected pair, nor do I have the patience for your brain to catch up. So what should have been a long, informative and thorough conversation is now the cliff notes version of a footnote. Blame your itchy balls. Now focus! I have no time for questions so listen up. My name is Jon Talbain and I'm a werewolf. Your name is also now Jon Talbain. For some reason the man supposed to be here died I guess you could say in transit where your soul collided with his snuffing it like a rabbit being hit by the grill of a semi at 65 mph. I have no idea about why your soul was in transit, other than the off chance you were summoned, least likely, your soul was fast tracked to reincarnation due to high karma, even less likely, or a Celestial Moderator lost a bet with Loki again and you were on your way to a transmigration to become his amusement in a world and or multiverse slated for destruction and reconstitution, most likely. Good news for you, you survived the soul collision and as a result have higher soul density than you should. In idiot or game terms it means better talent and better specs when you are born. Which is . . . shit really soon. Bad news, your cursed. Worse news, the soul that you obliterated transferred his curse to you. His name was also Jon Talbain.
The first Jon Talbain was famous, kinda, but was cursed by a devil. He was better known as Jon the Baptist in the Catholic or Christian religion. Beheaded but didn't die in the normal sense. His soul would be reborn in different periods in time up to now. Some would become famous in history often changing their surname to avoid over zealous hunters or exorcists from harassing them or their families. But then you interrupted that process. So congrats you're a cursed werewolf chimera. No idea how that's gonna play out but stuff to look forward to right? Last bit of good news since you woke up in time before I disappeared you get to inherit everything I know. It's far less than what the original would have gotten but the trade off is you get to keep a portion of whatever bullshit abilities the Moderator was allowed to give you through Loki. You know that better than I would so there you go. My version of a compliment sandwich. Last thing don't forget to breath out. Childbirth is bitch for mom and kid. Good luck and don't ruin Talbain legacy."
The large figure faded into mist and scattered into the night and silence followed. The young man stared at the spot the figure used to be with a dumbfounded look on his face. Pain still ravaged his body in growing intensity as he looked around.
"I'm a what?" were the last thoughts he had before passing out.