Weekend Writing Warriors: Odd Duck (Merrok)

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Tom has arrived at the packleader’s house from last week,and meets someone new.

This person was supposed to be a housekeeping stock-character whose sole, original, three-line purpose was to guide Tom to and from the cells in the basement.

To my surprise, and possibly to Tom’s, she isn’t.

But she did let me put her in the same dress.

Hokkaidō wolf

The female who opened the door was an inch or two taller than me, with thick dark hair held back in a clip that couldn’t be silver and a navy blue dress that was just shy of a uniform. Her eyes were long and slanted a little—a Hokkaidō in the wolfpile somewhere, maybe—and her nose was big enough to make her face interesting instead of delicate. Her mouth was wide and full and unsmiling.

From the way her gray eyes sharpened as they observed me observing her, I didn’t dare inventory anything lower.

“Thomas Mahon,” she said, as if checking me off a list. “I’m Merrok. This way, please.”

If Susan was Rhombeck’s work spouse, than Ms. Merrok was her counterpart in the pack.


Hokkaidō wolves were known as Ezo wolves in Japan, before they became extinct in the late 1800s; they were descended from Siberian wolves, which I might use instead, for familiarity’s sake.

Naturally (pun intended), Merrok wouldn’t be descended from the wolves themselves, but the way I have Homo Mutabilis figured, the individuals resemble both the animal and the humans from the place their ancestors evolved. Don’t ask me why, but that’s the end product.

So both of Merrok’s forms will show her Asian ancestry the same way Jackie resembles both a Panthera tigris jacksoni and also a Malaysian woman (though not at the same time).  Joly is a Transvaal werelion immigrant from Polokwane. And Hooper is a big white bruiser of European descent any way you look at him.

Tom, if you’re wondering, looks like a Muscovy drake and a bit like Joseph Gordon-Levitt, if Mr. Gordon-Levitt’s family had hailed from Central America.


56 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Warriors: Odd Duck (Merrok)

  1. I was expecting the dress to be gold and white (or is that blue and black?)

    I especially love this line: “From the way her gray eyes sharpened as they observed me observing her, I didn’t dare inventory anything lower.”

    I was surprised to learn she’s Asian — my impression was German. (For some reason she reminds me of Kraus from Benson.)

    • Wedgewood blue and rusty black. And no. o_O

      Interesting. I can see that—she believes in rules and regs—but she always had some Asian ancestry, though maybe not recent.

  2. Haven’t been posting recently, too much else on my plate at the moment. But I moderate and am always so happy to see you on my section of the list : ). Love that her nose makes her face interesting as opposed to having a delicate face : ).

    • Wow, thanks, Millie! 😀

      Not that delicate faces aren’t interesting, but Tom likes strong noses. Or something. It might be a duck thing. 🙂

    • Thanks, Christina!

      The background kind of evolved with the characters—I’m not clever enough to pre-plan. 🙂

      I love the idea of a Joseph Gordon-Levitt anything . . . 😉

    • The worst thing is, our brains are doing it to ourselves . . . 😀

      She’s extremely no nonsense. Tom may change that a little. 🙂

      Thanks, Kate!

  3. Ha! “…From the way her gray eyes sharpened as they observed me observing her, I didn’t dare inventory anything lower…” Nice! Your descriptions are outstanding, Sarah!

    Isn’t it crazy how sometimes characters refuse to be just walk-ons??

  4. Yes, she doesn’t seem like the kind of lady you want to catch you checking her out. And I’m not surprised she wasn’t willing to stay an “extra,” you can sense her personality from just a few lines, and she’s no delicate flower.

    • She has no patience for that–and she’s well aware that Tom isn’t a wolf, either, so her hackles are at the ready.

      Thanks, Caitlin! 🙂

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