The Vampire & the Werewolf - Part VIII
Round 5: Werewolf
Apart from the love of cars, bikes and workout, she knows that the werewolf is interested in zen. He wears a yin-yang circular symbol around his neck all the time. It goes with the rest of his outlook. He prefers black, the color of night and of warriors.
She finds this interesting. That the werewolf, the epitome of manhood and masculinity and eventually even brutality and savagery, is also in touch with his feminine side. It makes her even more curious about him.
She ventures an explanation - he's in to zen philosophy. The contrasting symbol and the color black match this prediction, not to mention the fact that he enjoys his workout - she can see that by the strength of his muscled arms.
She wonders what would make a werewolf interested in zen, of all things. It tells her he is not just what he wants people to see. It tells her he's got depth in him. That he is not just a fighter, a brute, but a warrior. There's a huge difference between one and the other. The brute fights with no reason. The warrior fights only when he has a good reason. The warrior thinks before he strikes. He does not waste time, energy or ammunition. And when he goes to battle he knows he has a good chance of coming out of it victorious.
Perhaps he means to control his anger. Or perhaps deep down inside his soul he really wants to find his other half. Perhaps in his nightly, lonesome wanderings or even when he's trying to decipher the intricacies of his engines, the werewolf wonders what it would be like to have someone by his side. Someone who could understand him, and not judge him. Someone who could understand and welcome his demanding needs and desires. Someone who could balance his dark side, his animal insctinct, and maybe even smooth some of his hard edges. Someone who would accept him exactly the way he is, without questioning or criticizing.
In truth, she thinks he might be a romantic after all. Every warrior is.
Of all philosophies and religions, she has also been seduced by zen a long time ago. It's the only one that attracts her in some way. It fascinates her to the point of wishing she had 200 years to be able to study it properly. She knows you cannot really learn zen unless you are taught by a master in some eastern country. It is probably the most complicated philosophical system ever invented. There are a few things she has managed to learn though: to accept the present, to have patience, to work with what life gives you and, most of all, not try bending the road you travell.
She thinks that this might help her to deal with the fact that her path and the werewolf's own path will probably never cross eachother, although their owners cross eachother's paths almos every day.
She finds this interesting. That the werewolf, the epitome of manhood and masculinity and eventually even brutality and savagery, is also in touch with his feminine side. It makes her even more curious about him.
She ventures an explanation - he's in to zen philosophy. The contrasting symbol and the color black match this prediction, not to mention the fact that he enjoys his workout - she can see that by the strength of his muscled arms.
She wonders what would make a werewolf interested in zen, of all things. It tells her he is not just what he wants people to see. It tells her he's got depth in him. That he is not just a fighter, a brute, but a warrior. There's a huge difference between one and the other. The brute fights with no reason. The warrior fights only when he has a good reason. The warrior thinks before he strikes. He does not waste time, energy or ammunition. And when he goes to battle he knows he has a good chance of coming out of it victorious.
Perhaps he means to control his anger. Or perhaps deep down inside his soul he really wants to find his other half. Perhaps in his nightly, lonesome wanderings or even when he's trying to decipher the intricacies of his engines, the werewolf wonders what it would be like to have someone by his side. Someone who could understand him, and not judge him. Someone who could understand and welcome his demanding needs and desires. Someone who could balance his dark side, his animal insctinct, and maybe even smooth some of his hard edges. Someone who would accept him exactly the way he is, without questioning or criticizing.
In truth, she thinks he might be a romantic after all. Every warrior is.
Of all philosophies and religions, she has also been seduced by zen a long time ago. It's the only one that attracts her in some way. It fascinates her to the point of wishing she had 200 years to be able to study it properly. She knows you cannot really learn zen unless you are taught by a master in some eastern country. It is probably the most complicated philosophical system ever invented. There are a few things she has managed to learn though: to accept the present, to have patience, to work with what life gives you and, most of all, not try bending the road you travell.
She thinks that this might help her to deal with the fact that her path and the werewolf's own path will probably never cross eachother, although their owners cross eachother's paths almos every day.
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