Oh people, when I learned that Louisiana folks interchange “loup garou” and “roux garoux” and that, in fact, you can have all kinds of garous (garouex?)–wolfs, chickens, gators, well, maybe not chickens.
So, for you, I invented my own garou–the rock garou–who terrorizes Little Egypt.
Oh, people, I cannot wait. I had to invent some rules for how a garou would work. I cribbed some from the Cajuns–like the idea that you can get rid of your garou-dom by biting but not killing someone else (which is more difficult than you’d imagine)–and made others up–like the real insidious thing about the rock garou is that it can continue to prey on you even after it’s dead, if you get too close to it.
Honestly, I whooped when I pieced it all together.
See, it’s always been the Deraque garou, but the English speaking folks misheard…
But how did the Deraques become garous? Oh, that’s hard saying. Was it a result of the Lachine massacre? Was it Satanism? Witchcraft? A plot contrivance? Oooo. Who can say?
People, I cannot wait.