Bird Of Prey
September 4th, 2007, 11:37 AM
Stormcaller
By Bird Of Prey
The day had been bright. The sun had sent its bright rays of warmth onto the Wolf sunbathing on a rock by the creek. The water had shimmered in a vast array of different colours.
As evening was drawing nearer The Wolf knew he should have headed back to the mountains but he was too relaxed and had fallen asleep. He always did this and was always getting scolded for it. It wasn’t his fault he was quite lazy for a wolf. He dreamt of his favourite time; running through the snow in the dark and play fighting with his pack brothers and sisters.
He awoke with a start. It was late evening. There were no stars out. Vast and deep clouds covered the sky turning the landscape grey. A light drizzle had began to fall.
The Wolf could feel it coming. He could sense the presence of its power in the atmosphere. He could smell it in the air.
The wolf jumped the few feet it was from the rock to the ground and loped off into the forest, eager to be back in time. He didn’t intend on missing it on this occasion. He didn’t want to feel as sad as he had the last time. He wanted to be part of it, to bask in the glory of the unified song of the pack.
The Wolf burst through some brambles and came to a sudden halt as an unpleasant smell came to his senses. A rotting smell. The smell of long dead things. Large mounds surrounded him on either side like oversized mushrooms. The Wolf could smell that inside them not living things were buried.
A lone raven flew down from the top of one of the mounds and squawked a warning at The Wolf. The Wolf raised its hackles and snarled threatenly back it. He had no time for a troublesome raven to get in his way. But then from all the trees surrounding the mounds dozens of ravens flew down beside their lone comrade in a massive conflagration of threatening squawks. The ravens, their feathers as black as midnight, their eyes like bottomless pits slowly waddled towards the wolf. One lone raven would have been an insubstantial nuisance to The Wolf but all of these were a major threat. The Wolf knew how powerful their sharp beaks were. He had seen before how they loved the sensation of tearing flesh from a dead carcass.
The ravens were the guardians of this dead place and the wolf had just invaded their territory. If one of them had done the same to a packs territory wolf knew they would have given the same response. It was his mistake.
As quick as lightning The Wolf sped through an opening between two mounds to the right. The ravens flew in pursuit but The Wolf was faster and once he had left the bone grounds they followed no longer.
The Wolf emerged into a den of Tall Tailesses. There was such a rich and mixed aroma of smells that it nearly overwhelmed him: hunter, prey, spices and much more that he couldn’t make out. It wasn’t long before he was noticed. The Tall tailesses waved their long sticks at him. The hounds were upon him within an instance, their tongues licking their teeth in anticipation as they chased The Wolf lusting to rip him apart.
The Wolf was very frightened. He had never run so fast in his life, only slowing down when he brushed his paw accidentally against a Bright- Beast-That Bites-Hot to let out a little whimper. Then one of the hounds missed taking a bite out of his tail by a paws length giving him an extra surge of speed. Once The Wolf was out of the tailesses den a loud whistle filled the air calling the hounds back much to their dismay and The Wolf’s relief.
Despite being tired The Wolf trudged on through the forest as fast as it could still eager to make it in time. It was night now, The Wolf's favourite time. The rain had become steadier now and was getting harder by the minute. Thunder was beginning to role in the distance and was getting louder and nearer. Its strength was growing quickly. The Wolf realised it would be upon him soon. He was running out of time and this in itself gave him an extra burst of speed.
The Wolf was getting nearer. He skidded to a halt at the banks of a fast wet. He quickly jumped across the stepping-stones onto the opposite bank and continued on his way.
And then he was there. Emerging through the last thickets of the forest The Wolf came upon a range of mountains. Quickly he ascended up the nearest scrubby one where the rest of his pack awaited him and greeted him with many snuffle licks.
Then all was silent. The rain ceased. The thunderclaps halted. The trees surrounding the mountains listened. All was calm and silent. The entire pack knew it would be upon them in moments. There was a dreadful exciting anticipation all around.
Then from out of nowhere the fury of the storm broke upon them. Rain hammered to the ground, thunder roared and lightning lit up the mountains and surrounding forest. In return the pack in a unified song howled back at the storm relishing in its power.
(905 Words)
By Bird Of Prey
The day had been bright. The sun had sent its bright rays of warmth onto the Wolf sunbathing on a rock by the creek. The water had shimmered in a vast array of different colours.
As evening was drawing nearer The Wolf knew he should have headed back to the mountains but he was too relaxed and had fallen asleep. He always did this and was always getting scolded for it. It wasn’t his fault he was quite lazy for a wolf. He dreamt of his favourite time; running through the snow in the dark and play fighting with his pack brothers and sisters.
He awoke with a start. It was late evening. There were no stars out. Vast and deep clouds covered the sky turning the landscape grey. A light drizzle had began to fall.
The Wolf could feel it coming. He could sense the presence of its power in the atmosphere. He could smell it in the air.
The wolf jumped the few feet it was from the rock to the ground and loped off into the forest, eager to be back in time. He didn’t intend on missing it on this occasion. He didn’t want to feel as sad as he had the last time. He wanted to be part of it, to bask in the glory of the unified song of the pack.
The Wolf burst through some brambles and came to a sudden halt as an unpleasant smell came to his senses. A rotting smell. The smell of long dead things. Large mounds surrounded him on either side like oversized mushrooms. The Wolf could smell that inside them not living things were buried.
A lone raven flew down from the top of one of the mounds and squawked a warning at The Wolf. The Wolf raised its hackles and snarled threatenly back it. He had no time for a troublesome raven to get in his way. But then from all the trees surrounding the mounds dozens of ravens flew down beside their lone comrade in a massive conflagration of threatening squawks. The ravens, their feathers as black as midnight, their eyes like bottomless pits slowly waddled towards the wolf. One lone raven would have been an insubstantial nuisance to The Wolf but all of these were a major threat. The Wolf knew how powerful their sharp beaks were. He had seen before how they loved the sensation of tearing flesh from a dead carcass.
The ravens were the guardians of this dead place and the wolf had just invaded their territory. If one of them had done the same to a packs territory wolf knew they would have given the same response. It was his mistake.
As quick as lightning The Wolf sped through an opening between two mounds to the right. The ravens flew in pursuit but The Wolf was faster and once he had left the bone grounds they followed no longer.
The Wolf emerged into a den of Tall Tailesses. There was such a rich and mixed aroma of smells that it nearly overwhelmed him: hunter, prey, spices and much more that he couldn’t make out. It wasn’t long before he was noticed. The Tall tailesses waved their long sticks at him. The hounds were upon him within an instance, their tongues licking their teeth in anticipation as they chased The Wolf lusting to rip him apart.
The Wolf was very frightened. He had never run so fast in his life, only slowing down when he brushed his paw accidentally against a Bright- Beast-That Bites-Hot to let out a little whimper. Then one of the hounds missed taking a bite out of his tail by a paws length giving him an extra surge of speed. Once The Wolf was out of the tailesses den a loud whistle filled the air calling the hounds back much to their dismay and The Wolf’s relief.
Despite being tired The Wolf trudged on through the forest as fast as it could still eager to make it in time. It was night now, The Wolf's favourite time. The rain had become steadier now and was getting harder by the minute. Thunder was beginning to role in the distance and was getting louder and nearer. Its strength was growing quickly. The Wolf realised it would be upon him soon. He was running out of time and this in itself gave him an extra burst of speed.
The Wolf was getting nearer. He skidded to a halt at the banks of a fast wet. He quickly jumped across the stepping-stones onto the opposite bank and continued on his way.
And then he was there. Emerging through the last thickets of the forest The Wolf came upon a range of mountains. Quickly he ascended up the nearest scrubby one where the rest of his pack awaited him and greeted him with many snuffle licks.
Then all was silent. The rain ceased. The thunderclaps halted. The trees surrounding the mountains listened. All was calm and silent. The entire pack knew it would be upon them in moments. There was a dreadful exciting anticipation all around.
Then from out of nowhere the fury of the storm broke upon them. Rain hammered to the ground, thunder roared and lightning lit up the mountains and surrounding forest. In return the pack in a unified song howled back at the storm relishing in its power.
(905 Words)