Living on Borealis-9: The Story Of A Reincarnated Human

Chapter 11, Part 3: REawakening

Lucky for me, I'm like goddamn Lazarus. Or...An off brand version of Jesus, since he also rose from the dead. I'm Jebus, heh. I get to rise from the dead, but I can't do any miracles. Nah, that's dumb. I can just revive like a video game character. However, when I did, I found myself being dragged along by a furiously concerned Werewolf.

And for once, I actually mean the Werewolf part. Luna, I guess, had fully transformed, and was now like a legit Werewolf as I knew it. She was now a lot taller, with a huge mane of brown fur that went down her back, along her spine. The rest of her hairy body was black, with a few flecks of silver here and there in it that looked like little spots. Her eyes had changed to an honestly extraordinary green colour, looking like the leaves of a tree during spring, when they are still actually green and healthy-looking. Her horns still cocked out a lot, making her look sort of like a Wendigo. It didn't help that her wolfish face was more...skeletal, with her muzzle and face completely bald and a creepy, deathly white colour. Her skin may have been like marble before, but the kind of marble you see that gives you life. This white colour was more...like chalk. Dead. Powder. Gross.

It also didn't help my whole 'Wendigo' though with the fact that her claws were made from bone, with only tendons clinging to them to move around, as well as a few strands of muscle. But...despite how sharp they felt, and dead, they were...Comfortable. In her arms, I knew that Luna wouldn't hurt me. Granted, I was being dragged by her said sharp claws, but...Still.

As soon as I began to try and move around, she turned back sharply. I had only quick glances at her face, but looking at Luna head on...I could still sort of see Luna. I mean, I could see her fertile-earth coloured hair, the way that eyes held themselves, her horns. It was still Luna, just...different. I kind of wondered what I looked like. Also, don't Werewolves transform into...Y'know, wolves?

No time to think, time for cuddles, as Luna nuzzled up to me immediately.

"Oof..." I grunted as she pressed her weight on my gut. "Easy, I'm still a guy!"

Luckily, Luna did lay off some, and only rested 100 kilo of weight on my chest instead of the original 200. As she cuddled up to me, I felt the way that her fur was...really soft. And warm, my god! I knew from 'Twilight' that Werewolves were hot as hell...in both ways...but I didn't expect just how hot she felt. It was like snuggling a boiler. But she was nice, and friendly, so I kind of just leaned into it and enjoyed the feeling of her heavy warm weight.

She whined a little bit, causing me to instinctively scratch her head. Dogs like being scratched on the head, and a Werewolf is basically a giant, feral, anthropomorphic dog, right? Well, at least Luna enjoyed the feeling of scratches, as she leaned into my hand. Slowly, she started to turn back into Luna, looking up at me with concern.

"Man...I thought you would have been, like, DEAD after that." She said, burying her face in my chest.

"Please...I'm like 'The Hulk', it will take a damn nuke to kill me..." I grumbled, still feeling the pain of being impaled so much. By The Deities, it hurt a lot. Hey! I'm getting a grasp on the lingo here! No more 'By gods'!

"I don't know what that means, I just don't want you to die." She mumbled.

"I wish I could..."

"Mmph...It'd suck a lot if you died." She said sadly. "Seriously, don't die on me, ok? I'll miss you."

Yeah, sure.

"Where's Kai?" I asked, looking around. "Or Tyr?"

"I'm right here, ya big blubbering bastard!" He yelled from inside my ripped-up shirt. Shirt?

I looked down to realise I wasn't wearing a shirt anymore. Granted, there wasn't much shirt to hold Tyr anymore. But still...Wait, why wasn't I wearing a shirt?!

"Luna...Love, did you take my-"

"It was his idea!" She yelled, pointing at Tyr. Huh...Kind of weird how quick she was to answer...Whatever, I kinda liked how flustered and embarrassed she looked. It was cute.

"Um...Ok then. Why is Tyr in my not-being-worn shirt then?"

"Because I'm not keen on staying with fishface the honourable, or being dragged through a thousand metres of bloody dirt. Shirt or no service!" He yelled. "Now let me out! The blood is making me hungry."

Luna unceremoniously dumped the head onto the ground.

"Thanks..." He grumbled.

"Yeah, no issue." I said, clipping him back onto my belt. Man, I must have looked like 'Kratos' for real! I mean, new hella ripped body, severed head on my hip, scars of past battles, a cool unique magic weapon...All I needed was to go bald, and get a cool tattoo! Maybe a compass on my back?

"Oi," Tyr said. "You're staring."

I looked over to where he must have been looking, to see Luna looking away quickly.

"Aw, man! Why are you so flustered all of the sudden?" I asked her. Then, I looked down at Tyr to try and pretend I was talking to him. "Tyr, are you really that narcissistic? She isn't staring at you. Besides, you don't know what it's like to be in love."

I put extra emphasis on the 'love' part and made it sound like 'Luuuuuuvee', then kissed Luna on the cheek.

"Um...Why are you blushing so much, though? You've seen me without a shirt on before."

"Yeah...I know...But..." She said, looking away again. "You're kinda...Cool, you know? For rushing in for me like that, and getting all cut up by Lance."

"Yo, no issue. I wanted to keep you safe at the time, kept you safe, didn't I? Still have both your hands?"

"Yeah, but...Matt..."

"Then all is good, and I kept you safe. Don't worry about it. We'll both be good, I'm sure. And...If you are worried about our relationship, don't. We'll see where it all goes."

"Matt!" Luna exclaimed, pushing me over onto the ground. "Since when did you not just become a mind-reader, but also such a charmer?"

"Um...I didn't?" I said, now actually confused. "I'm not trying to be charming, at least."

"Guess you're just gifted with romance." She replied, kissing my chin...and getting a faceful of blonde stubble. "I like the beard that's growing in, by the way."

Beard? I had never been able to grow a beard my whole life, what is she...Oh, beard.

"Thanks."

"Well...If you two are quite done being young lovers, might we get back to the task at hand? At this rate, you'll make out in the middle of a battle." Tyr piped up from my belt.

Luna grunted.

"Good. Now, fishface-"

"Kai."

"Sure. Kai stayed behind to destroy everything he considered to be 'touched by The Crimson Plague'. We won't be back for another few days, but we should instead focus on Lance."

"Why? I beheaded the beheader." I asked.

"You're not just dumb, you're stupid. Matt, what makes you think that wasn't attempted? Lance The Beheader was slain multiple times. Even within that tomb, he regenerated. I personally saw to it that he was hacked apart and imprisoned like that. And yet...he regenerated."

"But...I beheaded him." I said, a little weaker than before. Wasn't that a thing with immortal people, where you had to cut off their head to permanently kill them?

Tyr let out a sigh that only a disappointed father could make. "Matt...While Luna was busy dragging your dead body out of the tomb, I personally saw him get up behind Kai. And he won't stop getting up, no matter what we do to him."

Oh damn.

"In fact...He's not just going to stop getting up. He's going to pick up where he left off. You don't understand just what that entails, do you?"

"...No?"

"Fine then. Put me down, sit down, and let me tell you both a story, you savages."