A Valley Left Behind
Jul 14, 2018 13:17:27 GMT -5
Post by Calypso on Jul 14, 2018 13:17:27 GMT -5
The trek down the hills of the mountain had been slippery and steep, though uneventful. The golden eyes of the she-Wolf looked down the path she had climbed up not too long before, contemplating what she had just done. Climbing a tall, snowy, freezing mountain to look for "immortal" White Wolves and asking one of them for a power. She never thought she would ever say she had done that. But now she could
As the dark furred wolf neared the bottom of the trail, there was an uneasy feeling in her gut that she was being watched. Her eyes darted in all directions around her, yet she saw nothing. But there was something there. There had to be. She stopped where she was, looking through the bushes and trees surrounding her for anything that could show what she felt. With no avail. There was nothing. Or at least that's what she had believed. She continued to walk, moving around the trees that stood tall above her. Despite her having left the mountain trail, she still felt eyes boring onto the back of her head. Finally, she stopped and whipped around. There they were. A pair of disgustingly yellow eyes looked back at her, ones that were narrowed and had no pupil to speak of, save a darker patch of yellow in the center. She lowered her head, the golden fur on her back standing on end and her tail lifted high above her.
"Who are you, " she growled, her voice tainted with what seemed to be pure hatred.
"You know exactly who I am, golden flea, " the voice replied, a rasp in their voice, as well as a hint of amusement.
There was no way...it was impossible. That's what she thought. But she was wrong.
When the wolf emerged, memories flew back to her, ones of blood and destruction, familiar faces she hadn't seen in so long. That multi-colored fur...those madness-filled eyes...those arrows...
Without a seconds notice the she-wolf leaped forward, her claws extended and her teeth bared to the point where her jaws began to hurt. She felt her claws tear into the other wolf, but it was temporary. She felt a searing pain suddenly in her side, the other wolf's scarily long and sharp claws dug into her skin. The sound of snarls and howls of pain echoed off the forest walls. The blood-curtling screams were howled to the sky for all to hear. Soon, the sound of rapid footsteps began to be heard, though they moved so fast that it was difficult to tell where they came from. All of this kept going until finally, it ended. The valley was quiet. The forest was in peace again. But the two wolves...were nowhere to be found.
Nearly an entire year later, as snow fell from the sky, a dark figure slowly entered the valley. Their steps were quiet and were nearly weightless. The wolf's ribs were nearly completely visible from the outside. The wolf's tongue hung from its mouth, occasionally licking the snow for any source of water. The long tail dragged behind her as she walked, the golden fur stained with spots of red.
She was back...she was back to the valley...she was back to her home...Nanouk was back in the valley of White Wolf Mountain.
(The end of this is basically where my thread Reunited At Last begins)
As the dark furred wolf neared the bottom of the trail, there was an uneasy feeling in her gut that she was being watched. Her eyes darted in all directions around her, yet she saw nothing. But there was something there. There had to be. She stopped where she was, looking through the bushes and trees surrounding her for anything that could show what she felt. With no avail. There was nothing. Or at least that's what she had believed. She continued to walk, moving around the trees that stood tall above her. Despite her having left the mountain trail, she still felt eyes boring onto the back of her head. Finally, she stopped and whipped around. There they were. A pair of disgustingly yellow eyes looked back at her, ones that were narrowed and had no pupil to speak of, save a darker patch of yellow in the center. She lowered her head, the golden fur on her back standing on end and her tail lifted high above her.
"Who are you, " she growled, her voice tainted with what seemed to be pure hatred.
"You know exactly who I am, golden flea, " the voice replied, a rasp in their voice, as well as a hint of amusement.
There was no way...it was impossible. That's what she thought. But she was wrong.
When the wolf emerged, memories flew back to her, ones of blood and destruction, familiar faces she hadn't seen in so long. That multi-colored fur...those madness-filled eyes...those arrows...
Without a seconds notice the she-wolf leaped forward, her claws extended and her teeth bared to the point where her jaws began to hurt. She felt her claws tear into the other wolf, but it was temporary. She felt a searing pain suddenly in her side, the other wolf's scarily long and sharp claws dug into her skin. The sound of snarls and howls of pain echoed off the forest walls. The blood-curtling screams were howled to the sky for all to hear. Soon, the sound of rapid footsteps began to be heard, though they moved so fast that it was difficult to tell where they came from. All of this kept going until finally, it ended. The valley was quiet. The forest was in peace again. But the two wolves...were nowhere to be found.
Nearly an entire year later, as snow fell from the sky, a dark figure slowly entered the valley. Their steps were quiet and were nearly weightless. The wolf's ribs were nearly completely visible from the outside. The wolf's tongue hung from its mouth, occasionally licking the snow for any source of water. The long tail dragged behind her as she walked, the golden fur stained with spots of red.
She was back...she was back to the valley...she was back to her home...Nanouk was back in the valley of White Wolf Mountain.
(The end of this is basically where my thread Reunited At Last begins)
