Post by Iceflame on Apr 13, 2010 1:04:30 GMT 10
There was silence in the forest. But it was a loud silence, calm before a storm. The trees, much too tall for normalcy, moved as if in unease, though no breeze stirred them. The moon above, a rare mix of blue and red, gave an illusion of purple, as if it, too sensed an unusual air about.
Then the silence broke. The howling of a wolf was the first sign of a rampage. Then, all at once, the storm broke, and the sound of pain and clinking of metal could be heard throughout the woodlands. There were dark flashes of beings leaping away from the sounds. They seemed to be searching for something, as they shot here and there, still moving away from the battle.
A single figure, red eyes glowing in the darkness, paused. For a moment, the color of red disappeared, and there was a faint light. Then the red eyes, very catlike, seemed to send the figures to one area.
A flash of sudden movement told the leader that they had found what they were looking for. There was a long struggle, which allowed him to catch up to the prize. When the movement finally ceased, the leader flowed out of the darkness to find the one he had been searching for, a male wolf as large as a small stable, caught in a netting of great strength. The wolf, growling, was protecting something, which he was hiding underneath him. The leader halted a mere foot away, watching the area beneath the vicious wolf. The wolf snapped at the figure, and though the ones around him pulled out throwing knives, the leading figure did not flinch.
The leader’s hand glowed, and a gash appeared along the wolves’ back, causing him to howl in pain. As the wolf shuddered in pain, a head poked out from beneath the wolf. The leader lowered his eyes and hand, his mouth spreading to reveal pointed teeth. A moment later, the figures’ smile faded slightly, as another head was curious enough to show itself. The first one pulled itself from under the father, its drying fur rising in unease. The second pup followed the first’s lead, pulling itself from total protection, and then raising its fur.
The first one, however, began to glow, an important understanding brought to it not normally understood by newborns. The leader’s eyes widened as he yelled at his men to get back. Purple markings along the pups body rippled, then there was a flash as the net broke.
The wolf was no longer there when the light faded, nor were the pups. Crying in outrage, the leader sent the men off into the darkness.
Copyright © 2010 by Alex Wimbish
Then the silence broke. The howling of a wolf was the first sign of a rampage. Then, all at once, the storm broke, and the sound of pain and clinking of metal could be heard throughout the woodlands. There were dark flashes of beings leaping away from the sounds. They seemed to be searching for something, as they shot here and there, still moving away from the battle.
A single figure, red eyes glowing in the darkness, paused. For a moment, the color of red disappeared, and there was a faint light. Then the red eyes, very catlike, seemed to send the figures to one area.
A flash of sudden movement told the leader that they had found what they were looking for. There was a long struggle, which allowed him to catch up to the prize. When the movement finally ceased, the leader flowed out of the darkness to find the one he had been searching for, a male wolf as large as a small stable, caught in a netting of great strength. The wolf, growling, was protecting something, which he was hiding underneath him. The leader halted a mere foot away, watching the area beneath the vicious wolf. The wolf snapped at the figure, and though the ones around him pulled out throwing knives, the leading figure did not flinch.
The leader’s hand glowed, and a gash appeared along the wolves’ back, causing him to howl in pain. As the wolf shuddered in pain, a head poked out from beneath the wolf. The leader lowered his eyes and hand, his mouth spreading to reveal pointed teeth. A moment later, the figures’ smile faded slightly, as another head was curious enough to show itself. The first one pulled itself from under the father, its drying fur rising in unease. The second pup followed the first’s lead, pulling itself from total protection, and then raising its fur.
The first one, however, began to glow, an important understanding brought to it not normally understood by newborns. The leader’s eyes widened as he yelled at his men to get back. Purple markings along the pups body rippled, then there was a flash as the net broke.
The wolf was no longer there when the light faded, nor were the pups. Crying in outrage, the leader sent the men off into the darkness.
Copyright © 2010 by Alex Wimbish
