Post by WerewolfNobody on Jan 23, 2009 17:52:46 GMT -5
Welcome to the Wolf Corner! Here I'll be posting any story or oneshot I randomly come up with. I'll start with this little story I whipped up last year (in other words, a couple of months ago)
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[glow=red,2,300]Solitary
By WerewolfNobody[/glow]
The she-wolf slowly trudged through the paw-deep snow. Alone, she knew she would not survive for long. She had broken one of Wolfkind’s greatest rules - to never consort with humans. Even her mate, the alpha male of the pack, had been angered by her. Now she was banished, forced to forever wonder accompanied by none. She knew other packs would never accept her for she stunk of rejection. All her life would be wasted, blown away by the winter winds and ripped apart by cruel blizzards. That is, if she lived long enough to face them. On her side was an enormous cut, a tell-tale sign she had been abandoned. She doubted that she would ever see tomorrow’s rising sun.
When the mighty star had fled and darkness had fallen, she collapsed, hungry, thirsty and exhausted. Her wound had spilled plenty of blood, leaving a trail of crimson liquid across the snow covered land. She felt the little strength she had left drain out of her body as she grew steadily colder. The she-wolf raised her head to the skies.
She gazed at the stars above her, and to the moon that shone brightly in the night. She shed a tear, and howled a lonely melody.
Her death, though prolonged, was not only filled with physical pain.
No, her pain came from her emotional torment. Her misery. Her suffering. And as the she-wolf’s mate heard her final call, he stood tall and silent, filled with anger at the humans that forced him to steal his love’s life.
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This story was inspired by a book called Promise of the Wolves by Dorothy Hearst, which I highly recommend to wolf lovers such as myself, and a little line I made up that can be seen in my sig and in the story.
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[glow=red,2,300]Solitary
By WerewolfNobody[/glow]
The she-wolf slowly trudged through the paw-deep snow. Alone, she knew she would not survive for long. She had broken one of Wolfkind’s greatest rules - to never consort with humans. Even her mate, the alpha male of the pack, had been angered by her. Now she was banished, forced to forever wonder accompanied by none. She knew other packs would never accept her for she stunk of rejection. All her life would be wasted, blown away by the winter winds and ripped apart by cruel blizzards. That is, if she lived long enough to face them. On her side was an enormous cut, a tell-tale sign she had been abandoned. She doubted that she would ever see tomorrow’s rising sun.
When the mighty star had fled and darkness had fallen, she collapsed, hungry, thirsty and exhausted. Her wound had spilled plenty of blood, leaving a trail of crimson liquid across the snow covered land. She felt the little strength she had left drain out of her body as she grew steadily colder. The she-wolf raised her head to the skies.
She gazed at the stars above her, and to the moon that shone brightly in the night. She shed a tear, and howled a lonely melody.
Her death, though prolonged, was not only filled with physical pain.
No, her pain came from her emotional torment. Her misery. Her suffering. And as the she-wolf’s mate heard her final call, he stood tall and silent, filled with anger at the humans that forced him to steal his love’s life.
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This story was inspired by a book called Promise of the Wolves by Dorothy Hearst, which I highly recommend to wolf lovers such as myself, and a little line I made up that can be seen in my sig and in the story.