Just a small vignette going through my head. Nothing really official, and may be boring to most. But just felt like writing something between my female werewolf and Artemis. I promise not to clog up this thread with more stuff like this.
Vivian the werewolf ducked out the door and into the alleyway where Artemis was sneaking a smoke. She leaned back against the wall, reading the various graffiti on the wall. Vivian had to stifle a giggle as she read a rather inappropriate limerick about Mr. Addams.
Artemis took one final drag before flicking the cigarette down, and stomping it out. "You know," she said, "my brother would be pissed if he saw you here with me."
"I think I can live with his resentment," Vivian said, "The more important question is what do you think?"
"I...I don't know," Artemis said, crossing her arms in her uncertainty, "I...I don't know if I can trust you. When all is said and done, you're still a monster."
Vivian nodded, "That decision is ultimately yours to make. However, there is something to consider..."
"Yes?" asked Artemis.
"You called me...those like me monsters," Vivian said, "But the same could be said of humanity in general. The atrocities, the genocides? Those were made by humans, not those like me. Oh, I won't deny that some 'monsters' as you would term didn't profit from it, been involved with it, but those were human led, human run. The mess in North Korea? Human-made. Like humans, 'monsters' can be saint or sinner, with most somewhere in between."
Artemis chuckled, "That sounds a little deep. Why do I think you didn't come up with it?"
Vivian laughed as well, "You'd be right, I'm not that smart. But I'm willing to listen to those who are smarter than I am."
Quiet filled the alley for a few more quiet moments when Artemis asked, "You seem to like me, even if I don't...if I'm unsure...well, what I mean is why?"
"What is there to say? I think you're cute, you're strong, you smell nice...when you don't smoke..." Vivian replied.
Artemis interrupted, "And I see your a master of back-handed compliments."
Vivian blushed, "Yeah, I need to work on that. But getting back to you...I like your name."
"My name?" blinked Artemis in surprise.
"Is it any surprise?" said Vivian, "Artemis...the goddess of the hunt..."
The young monster huntress nodded in agreement.
"And the moon..." continued Vivian, "Some might take that as a portent."
A redness krept up Artemis' cheeks, and Vivian had to resist the urge from moving closer.
"That still doesn't change what you are," whispered Artemis.
Vivian sighed, "No. But that doesn't make us enemies. My people...some of our oldest stories...they tell why we were created. In the distant past, the world was a much more dangerous place, especially at night, than it is now. That was a time for true monsters. After all, if you wanted to hunt humans, which is easier? Hunting during the day when everyone can see you, or at night when the shadows cover your presence?"
"The things that go bump in the night," murmured Artemis.
"Exactly. And our Goddess couldn't be everywhere. So she made the first werewolves, to protect those who couldn't protect themselves in the recesses of the night," Vivian said.
"Sounds like wish fulfillment, a need for your people to sound better than they really are," said Artemis thoughtfully.
Vivian shrugged, "You could be right. Still, if you doubt my intentions...well, I don't know what else I can say other than that wherever you wish to lead, to hunt...I would gladly follow."