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TDOTLW
Jan 30, 2009 23:28:04 GMT -5
Post by Shu'al Raethir on Jan 30, 2009 23:28:04 GMT -5
Oh yay, Kevin! You must have been reading my mind! I was looking through your categories today wondering where I wanted to post my story I have been working on at. ^^ I thought, and you provided.
So, in my next post, I will begin my story called, The Diary of the Lone Wolf. I'm thinking of a better name, but right now that fits it pretty well. Enjoy!
FYI- This is a running story that I have not finished yet. I write a page pretty much whenever I feel like it. It may never have an ending. =D
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TDOTLW
Jan 31, 2009 0:06:48 GMT -5
Post by Shu'al Raethir on Jan 31, 2009 0:06:48 GMT -5
A fool, they called me. Witless. Perhaps I am. But I am a wolf, and I fear nothing. So amidst their anxious (and angry) growls, I struck out on my own, leaving the comforts of an overbearing pack to find my own way in the wild. Each pawstep took me further away from safety and further into the unknown. I knew not what I would meet, or if I would even survive, but I knew that I must be free. ~ A day has past since I crossed the final marker of my father. So be it- I am now a Lone Wolf. I cannot return home, but I may never be able to join another pack. I pass a stream, and gaze down for a moment at my reflection. Yellow eyes stare back at me from a grey face. I am young, only about two springs old. At such an age, few packs would ever accept me. I'm just too old. These thoughts don't deter me, and on I head, padding noiselessly through unmarked territories, searching for something only my heart can identify. ~ Another moon has risen this night, I hear the crickets calling to it. I also hear the soft footsteps of a coyote that started following me as the sun rose this morn. He is a young, foolish thing, staying only a few wolfpaces behind me. Most likely he follows me in hopes of getting my scraps. Typical scavengers, no better than crows, ravens, or foxes. I don't expect he will get much from me, though. Lone wolves catch enough to hardly feed themselves, and I personally haven't eaten since leaving my family. I warn him once, letting him know I am aware of his presence. He scampers away from me, momentarily deterred by the flash of my young, sharp fangs. But as I resume my admittedly aimless course, he resumes following me. I glance again at him, but show no more aggression. He has a funny face- exceptionally long snout, giant ears and gangly body. His dusty brown and grey pelt twitches, and his brown eyes widen in an expression of surprise at my yellow ones. I believe he is playing with me. A quick guess in my head puts him at an age close to mine. I choose to ignore him for now. ~ Too many days have passed since my last decent meal. I finally decide that I must catch something. The small pains in my belly have started, gnawing me gently for now, but if I let the hunger grow, it will start to hurt desperately. Dusk is settling across the land and the nightlife animals are awakening. I hear their scampering, squeaky voices. The coyote is still following me, but now at a closer range. I don't mind his presence anymore. He isn't a bother yet. He stops when I do, his ears perking up with interest and curiosity. He whines softly, grinning in that goofy way of his. He wants to know what I am doing. I ignore him for the moment, as I usually do. When I finally catch the scent of a badger, I respond to him with a soft growl. Obligingly he backs up a few paces and sits down, not wanting to get in the way of a larger, stronger animal while it was hunting lest he wished to be the meal. I crawl slowly into the brush, nose working furiously as I track the badger. I see his black and white head shuffling the leaves ahead of me, probably searching for beetles and worms. By the time he scents me, he can no longer escape. I land on him with a snarl and snap his neck. As I begin to feast, the bushes rustle and that damn coyote pops up, tongue lolling out of his mouth questioningly. With hardly a moments hesitation, he approaches and attempts to take a bite. The lowly creature thinks he can dine on my hard caught meal before I have finished!? I don't pause for a second. Leaping up and snarling, i tackle the coyote to the ground and latch my teeth into his neck. He knows I can kill him on the spot, and he whines, pleading for his life and piddling on himself. He may not be a wolf, but his brain can comprehend the hierarchy system. If he wishes to travel with me, he will eat when I am finished. Not a moment before. I release his neck, glaring at him for a moment. He continues his whines, sounding pathetic though I didn't even break his skin. I see in his eyes that he understands what has happened here; I will allow him to stay, but he will be subordinate. Disrespect will not be tolerated. ~ We managed to remain at the badger site for two days before I got the itch to keep moving. I think Coyote would have been happy to stay there the rest of his life, but I am not content. Something calls me on, and I cannot rest peacefully until I find what it is. We had eaten well at the badger area, and there was plenty more game to hunt, but as I get up and start to walk away, Coyote promptly gets up to follow. He is bonded to me now, which is rare; coyotes tend to prefer solitude over a pack mentality. Well, I've already established the rules with him, so I don't particularly care. We travel for maybe 400 wolfpaces, then I pick up the scent of a territory marker. Within another 200 wolfpaces, I find the marked rock. Coyote seems upset about this, and I admit I am a bit nervous myself, but I don't let it show. I chastise Coyote for being so foolish, then I press on into the strange territory. Coyote dances around the rock for a few moments, whining and babbling about how we should go around, the pack could attack us, and other nonsense. I give him a good growl, proving to him that I am no pushover and we can outrun or even outfight any trouble we may run into. When he still insists, I simply snort, indicating that I don't care what he thinks- I'm going through and he can go wherever he wants. Coyote rolls his eyes unhappily, but jogs to catch back up with me, taking his spot directly behind me. Rarely does he walk beside me, seeing as this can be perceived as disrespectful. Throughout the evening, we do not run into any other wolves. I catch a quick dinner of wild piglet and we feast before curling up to sleep. Coyote, who normally slept a few wolfpaces away, rested his head on my hindquarters after we settled down. I think he's scared, and despite my obviously dangerous nature, he wants to be close to me. ~
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TDOTLW
Sept 21, 2009 13:20:20 GMT -5
Post by Shu'al Raethir on Sept 21, 2009 13:20:20 GMT -5
Onward we travel, going deeper into this strange pack's land. Coyote is panicky, jumping at every sound. I want to call him foolish, but I must say I am scared too. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to come here. The scent is stronger; we are most likely getting near the pack's den area. I decide to skirt that. I would prefer to avoid the pack. ~~~
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