Werewolf guards stared at the lifeless body. One looked at another wolf named Matata. "Do we eat him?" asked Marteese with a gold chain around his neck and one blue eye.
"I don't think so." he said. He scratched his head, "We have to ask Hadi."
"We have to ask the Kit if we can eat this nigga?" said Marteese.
"They don't feed us. Like I know it looks fucked up, but the Bow is dead." spoke a wolf named Ustun. "Now I don't know what you nigga bitches is thinking," he pointed at the dead body with no soul. "That is some good meat about to go to waste."
"I ain't never ate a nigga before." Marteese looked at Ustun from the corner of his eye. "I don't wanna get in trouble."
"I bet you eat ass tho!" he sized himself, putting his chest against the smaller wolf. "I bet you eat ass."
"I do but you talking about eating a dead nigga!"
"Y'all trippin'. We have to tell that the Bow is dead." said Matata. "Go get fucking Réquan!"
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Réquan stood as the head of the guards. He was a wolf with a broke jaw from years of being in the trap. He, wanted to be a werewolf. A human crossed the line between the Ghytto and Virginia. He wanted this life that no one else wanted.
Yawa said he had to be retarded.
Réquan examined the body. He put his hand on the Bow's chest. "Soul gone. The parade been here." He looked at the other dogs. "Can we eat him?" Marteese's eyes were big, he smacked his lips. "What is wrong with you?"
Marteese exploded, "NIGGA I'M HUNGER! SHIT!"
"Calm down with yo' mangy lookin' ass."
"Nigga fuck you!" Marteese barked. "I'm about to fuck around and eat get yo' ass!"
"Keep playing..."
Réquan got up and went through his pockets. It was funny to other wolves; he didn't turn back to his human state. He remained a Six feet four dog.
In his own words, he came to BE so he should STAY.
He pulled out his cell phone and hit the speed dial for the Kit. The phone rang, "Hadi, aihtaj alfaraa' alqaws yakwn faqayid."
The phone static, "lays ladaya."
"What you mean you don't have it?"
She wheezed into the phone, "saqi mafquda"
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Réquan marched to the Sovereign State. There were wolves against the walls and on top of the tables having sex with a dog or werewolf. "Hey!" he called their attention. Expect for the one dog in the back of the mill continuing his stroke game to another large werewolf female.
"Where's Hadi?" he shouted.
The dogs whimpered, "We haven't seen the Kit all day."
"Go to her room. I called her she said she can't move. Who been through here?"
The wolves shrugged.
"I've been fucking..." said the wolf on top of the large female werewolf.
"I got a blanket!"
"Everybody finna sit in cages!" he growled. "Look alive!"
Their ears perked up. He whistled, "Go get Hadi!"
When the wolves raced to Hadi's room, including the horny pug with his dick still out. Hadi was a muslim wolf with a full lengeth barqa robe. "Hadi!" the wolf called. His jaw dropped looking at the front of barqa with a large red blood stain. "a 'astatie 'an 'asheur biwajhi!" she coughed and the stain expanded. "ayn eabidin?"
A fat dog came and lifted HAdi in his arms. "'awalan ، 'ant bihajat lilmusaeada."
"Are we going to tell her that her son is dead." whispered the pug.
"Are you?" said another dog.
"No." he grimaced. "But at least she has another."
"Y'all whispering like niggas ain't got ears!"
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Hadi was a female wolf with a human body and his 'hid fear.' They didn't ask about her. It was out of respect for the mother.
Somebody had to take care of them.
"'ana fi alkathir min al'alam." her words were barely audible. "Come down mama."
"abni?" her hand waved absently through the air. "'ayn hu?"
"We going out to get him right now." the pug turned into a five feet eight brown skinned boy. "Fawa?"
The dogs looked around the room. Réquan entered the area, "So, now ain't nobody got shit to say?"
"Somebody tell her!" urged Marteese. "This is rude."
Réquan put his hands under the burka. "Mama forgive me. But I need to see your face."
As he guided the flap over her head, she stopped him by placing her hand above her neck. "Mama." he touched her shoulder. She removed her hand. He lifted the drape over her head, her nose was gone as well as the rest of her mouth. "Do you still have your tongue?" he asked.
Hadi stretched her neck to look at her feet. "ealaa al'aqali ladaya."
Réquan looked at her feet and lifted up the blood-stained dress. Her feet were cut off at the ankles. "Mama, who did this?"
"lam 'astatie alruwya."
"She couldn't see?" one of the puppy's ears twitched. Réquan came into the ghytto. He knew what it was about when he got in. He pledged to protect the Kit. He saw a wandering dog, a Saluki that was white with a tan spine.
She was thinner than she should have been. He gave the dog some meat from the butcher's market. She ran away with it. HE saw her again but with scars over her body. He asked, believing the dog couldn't speak. "What happened to you?" he patted her head. "Try to steal food from somebody's trashcan?"
"No..." she said slowly. "My children... need it. alraja' almusaeida."
He fell on his ass; a dog was speaking Arabic to him. Clearly, she came from the Ghytto. He thought Armageddon had come. He trembled, "You want human flesh..."
"la , li'anani last mmtnan." she stepped to him. "What are you?"
"daeatni alkanisat SHE."
"She?"
"I... do not worship IT."
He petted her as she came near, "It uses the poor to breed it's hate."
He was talking to a dog. "The ghytto is alive."
He blinked trying to accept the situation the way it was. "What can I do?"
"I need... bodies. But not for IT."
"Who or what is IT"
"The Dracula beast rest... under. sumuu 'anfusahum."