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The true werewolf

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posted on Mar, 12 2007 @ 10:16 AM
Thylacine's have not been extinct for very long and many have claimed to have sighted them even today.

If anyone wants to learn more and even see video of one just go over to and enter it on a search. You will learn more than yuo ever wanted to know.

Oh, Gooey is it? I suggest you stop insulting other members or you may not be around to post at all.

posted on Mar, 12 2007 @ 01:07 PM
I suggest you don't threaten me or tell me what to do, thats the job of the moderators. Learn your place.

posted on Mar, 12 2007 @ 10:12 PM
It might be Chupacabra, they supposedly look like a cross between a dog/kangaroo/rat.

posted on Mar, 14 2007 @ 07:08 AM
jbondo i think me and you are thinking of the same thing you say Thylacine's and i thought they where called lycans, i aitn sure which one of us is right, but i think that could be it. it would make sence.

posted on Apr, 3 2007 @ 07:10 PM
Werewolf? You will have to let me know on this one.

This is worth a looksie:

posted on Apr, 11 2007 @ 10:22 PM
Is this thread honestly STILL ALIVE? Check out this guys profile. Look, BANNED. I suppose as bad as this mastermind 14 year old
was, he did do a good thing. A wake up call. Things like this keep us on our feet and really give us a chance to Deny Ignorance.

posted on Apr, 26 2007 @ 06:19 PM
I've often wondered about thsi tale...

After the encounter on the moor, we fled towards the town,
Ramius drove like the devil himself was on our heels.
The noise was deafening, the ice cream supplies banged and
clattered about the van as we scrambled over the wild terrain.
We hung on for grim life and I thought that the vehicle would just
fall apart with the strain.
Several times I heard Vasili ask Ramius to ease down, but the
Soviet just pressed the accelerator harder and I could hear him
sing between gritted teeth "Farewell and adieu to you fair Spansih
ladies, farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain"!

The van was wheezing ugly black smoke from it's grill now and
I could see Vasili trying to wipe oil-spray from the windscreen.
Once a large metallic crack was heard and Bruce got up from the
van floor and shouted above the din for Ramius to slow down.
We thundered on.
It was Ripley who slowed Ramius's death race. She clambered over
the boxes and leaned into the cab area, her shiny hair blowing back
because of the open window.
"Ease down" she said softly and I saw Ramius's shoulders relax slightly,
"Ease down... you've broken the trans-axle, you're just grinding
We slowed to a reasonable speed.

The vibration from the cattle grid as we hit the main road, made
all of us sigh with relief and I thought that Ripley looked like she'd
aged another ten years.

We hadn't spoken about the abduction of Vance, but I'd caught Bruce
looking at a scrap of dress earlier. He'd folded it gently and stuffed
it into his back pocket.

The night had escaped and the dawn of a new day waited on the horizon.
The road into town passed through a small copse and and I could see
half-asleep pigeons fly away startled by our passing.

I zipped my jacket up as I felt the cold of the early morning creep into
the van. "Can't you get some heat into here" I called and I saw Vasili's
grinning face appear. "It's only an island, if you look at it from the water"
he chirped and winked.
Bruce re-lit his cigar and muttered "you're crazy" and and looked slit-eyed
at the shotgun passenger. Vasili just continued his sappy smile and said
"I'm not crazy... I'm colorful", with that he sat back in his seat.

It was a mile later that we came upon Frazier.
We had turned onto an old army track and I could see the huge holes in
the moor where tanks had blasted their way through. A dew mist was rising
as the day warmed up and it was through this gossamer veil that Frazier
stepped out of and with a small metallic thud, we hit him and sent him flailing
back into a culvert.
"They take one of ours in a spaceship, we send one of theirs to the morgue,
that's how you get to Capone" Ramius crowed and skidded to a stop.
Bruce dived out of the rear door and ran to the where Frazier lay, the early
light making the hairs on his shoulders bristle.
As he passed the driver's door, Bruce shouted at Ramius through the glass
"Yer certifiable, yer know that!" and then climbed down into the sodden ditch.
Ramius smiled weakly and muttered " one ping Vasili... did you hear it?"

As I watched Bruce through the windscreen carefully lift Frazier from the
mire, I saw Vasili stroke Ramius on the shoulder and whisper "you can't make an
omlette without breaking a few eggs". Ramius shrugged his hand away and
stepped out of the vehicle.

The first rays of the sun were peeking over the moor and the dark brooding
shapes of the Druid stones could be seen behind us. Bruce lifted Frazier up
in his arms with ease, weed and moss fell from his soaked dressing gown.

Ramius checked the engine and I felt this was done to stop a confrontation
between himself and Bruce, I think Vasili realised it too, but stayed quiet for a
change, the only sound was a small nasal whistle as he breathed lightly.

We placed the unconcious Frazier in the back of the van, resting his head on
my jacket. Then in a silence only broken by a faraway Curlew's call, we all settled
back into the broken and crumpled boxes for the rest of the journey.

As we trundled across the countryside, Frazier moaned occaisionally and
muttered unknown words on the floor of the van. Bruce kneeled close by and
patted Frazier's forehead when he seemed distresssed.

There's more below.

posted on Apr, 26 2007 @ 06:20 PM
.About an hour later, we came upon a small public house, the building had seen
better days. I leaned out of the side window and looked at heavily-mossed roof
and the dilapidated guttering. The pub's sign creaked in the morning breeze and
I had to stifle a laugh as I saw the name was 'The Slaughtered Lamb'.

Ramius gently slowed close to the pub and quickly opened the van door,
he had a plan. From what Bruce had told me last night, Russians don't take a
dump without a plan.
Ramius ran behind The Slaughtered Lamb with a toilet roll, so I guess Bruce was
I got out and stretched my legs, a dull ache settled in the base of my spine and
I could have murdered a cup of coffee. Ripley yawned, pulled her hair into a
pony-tail and stepped down onto the gravelled parking space. "How yer holding
up Newt?" she said coyly and wandered to a water barrel that must of been a thousand
years old. I watched her womanly gait as she stepped over to the water and splashed
her face, "I could do with a shower, eggs & bacon and a large cup of coffee" I said
and added, "in that order".

Bruce unloaded himself from the van and using the door as a screen, he refilled his
Back pack. "The fruit in the dressing gowns awake" he said over his shoulder and
zipped up his pants to emphasis something should be done.

As he passed me, I grabbed Bruce by the shoulder and said "do you want to talk
about what happened up there?" Bruce shrugged my hand away and after grabbing
two billy-cans from the van he stood in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine.

"This was a great man - a man of vision and guts. And there isn't even a plaque -
or a signpost - or a statue of him in that town!
I knew he was head-strong, talking loud, saying stupid things. So when he was
beamed up - I let it go. And I said to myself, this is the business we've chosen".

His speech said, Bruce looked at the ground and I could see that he was fondling
the small rag of Vance's dress in his pocket. I turned away to see Ramius walking
'John Wayne-like" back to the van. "Plan huh?" I thought and said "where've you
"It doesn't matter. I don't know where I've been and I've just been there" and
hoisting is unbuttoned pants higher, he snided "there's nothing worse than an itch
you can't scratch".

I walked to the Slaughtered Lamb's front door and wondered if we'd be lucky
and maybe find a early-morning cleaner or someone. With crossed-fingers, I pushed
the door gently and was astonished to hear a steady sound of conversations and
the clink of glasses.

I jumped with fright as Vasili touched my shoulder. He'd left the van panther-like
while Ramius was changing his trousers, Vasili's grin offset the oddness of him being
pantless, his knobbly knees showing North and South. "What happened?" I said, my
nerves calming as I plotted Vasili's smiling face.

Vasili looked back at the cab area of the van, his smile fell away as he said " Ramius
never made it... it's the quickening you see?" Vasili leaned passed me and
peered into the pub bar and muttered "should we call him William Shatner?".
I stepped back and looked over at Ripley, she was hiding her amusement behind her
blood-red painted finger nails.

After a couple of minutes, we congregated at the door and it was Ramius in his new
trousers that first entered The Slaughtered Lamb. We quickly followed and edged
to the bar. The scene before us was very strange, a group of men, farm workers I
guess, were sat playing dominoes, chatting and occasionally drinking from large
chunky glasses. They ignored us and even when Bruce took off his sprayer and leaned
it against the heavily-varnished wainscott, no faces turned.

A woman appeared from behind a plastic multi-colored strip curtain at the far side of
the room, rubbed her hands on her heavily-soiled apron and strolled over to stand
sentinel-like behind the bar. The woman's face held make-up that may have been
applied with a mason's trowel, the colors of her lipstick, masscara and rouge were
primary. The eyebrows were mere pencil lines and these rose when she said "What's
yer poison?" Her voice told of a million cigarettes and a hundred runaway lovers.

"Vodka" Ramius said loudly and banged his hand on the bar, this caused a few heads
to turn and suddenly broad smiles showed everywhere like daffodils finding the sun.
"Ramius you old dog!" a man called and rushed to shake his hand, the stranger wore
a heavy work jacket and jeans that failed to hide boots caked with cow manure.
The hand was pushed aside and they both embraced each other, patting with force
each other's back.

See Below.

posted on Apr, 26 2007 @ 06:23 PM
The rest of the customers clapped and welcomed us to their place. We relaxed and
pumped hands enthusiastically, the men seemed to want to greet Ripley more than
the rest of us.
Beers were pushed into our fists and though the noise was loud, I saw that Vasili was
still stood in the corner with a fearful look on his face, I went to him.
"What's wrong?" I shouted above the din, his eyes seemed fixed on the far wall.
I followed his gaze and there daubed on the flaking plaster wall was a badly painted

I peered over at Bruce, he was stood next to Ripley and he was eyeing a youngster
who seemed enchanted with our female companion. Then a huge man with large
side-burns and a huge stomach shouted at him "Skinner, I want you dressed at all
times, eh? Or it's my boot up your arse!".
The youngster's face fell and he rebuttoned his shirt and disappeared into the crowd.

Bruce smiled and looked to me to see if I'd seen the folly, then his eyes changed as
he realised something was wrong.
I looked over at Ramius and he was saying to a Brian Glover look-a-like, "... that I
know. And Nigel has done a grand job reminding me. But... with each past exploit I've
lost friends, And I'm not the man I once was.
I've had women along on past exploits, and found them to be, at best, a distraction".

His face lifted to the ceiling in a private laugh and I think it was then that his eyes
caught the garish drawing on the wall.
The scene changed, people were joyfully talking to each other and then everyone
went quiet as they realised that we'd found their secret.
"Wha.... what's that" I said in hushered tones, placing my beer on the bar. Vasili picked
it up and finished it.
"It's a sign" Ripley said and and looked at Bruce. He whispered "yeah, it's a sign we're
going out of business" and made his way towards his back-pack.

Brian Glover jammed his hands into his jacket pockets and said " It's the beast lads,
beware of the moon" his eyes on the floor in embarrasment.
Then his mood changed and he he beamed up at Ramius and said "did I ever tell you
the joke about the United Nations?", the latter said with reverence.

Distracted, Ramius grunted and indicated a negative with his head.

"All right, then!
There was this aeroplane..over the Atlantic on its way to New York,
and it was full of men from the United Nations.
So halfway over the ocean the engines run low on petrol".

Bruce changed nozzles as the joke began, Vasili had moved off towards the
pool table.
"So they have to lighten the plane, So they heave out all the baggage, but it's
still too heavy".

Bruce cranked the handle to generate the pressure, Vasili leaned over the pool table
and eyed the line of the white to the black ball.

"So they chuck out all the seats, but it's still too heavy.
Finally, this Frog, he steps up, shouts
"Vive la France", and leaps out.

Ripley zips her body-warmer and watches Bruce for any tell-tale sign.

"Then an Englishman, he steps up, shouts God save the Queen", and he leaps out.
But the plane is still too heavy".

I realise where this may be going and reach for my empty glass, a possible cudgel.

"So the Yank delegate" pointing at Bruce, "... from Texas, he steps up, shouts: "Remember the Alamo and chucks out the Mexican!"

Vasili got joke, but due to the fact he had the black pool ball in his mouth, it was
a gasping spitting sound he made to say he enjoyed it.
The crowd also erupted with mirth and I saw Ramius glance at Bruce, nod and step backwards.

Something was gonna happen.

posted on Apr, 27 2007 @ 05:49 AM
sorry to be a moaner, but could you not have just linked to this story rather than making a triple-post?

posted on Nov, 20 2008 @ 10:37 PM
reply to post by Gooey

hi my name well just call me Red eye i am a were wolf write me back at bye.

posted on Nov, 20 2008 @ 11:33 PM
reply to post by Gooey

to be a werewolf it must be something other than a two legged dog

like this

it has to shape shift between being human and being a canine or cat or possum or alligator or any of the other creature likenesses that shapeshifters adopt

if your animal ever existed it was a two legged dog ,unless there is some evidence of it moving between forms

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