Post by Ferik on Aug 17, 2009 20:50:17 GMT -5
The cold wind chills everything. Nothing can escape it's frozen touch. Even in the deepest darkest corners of the forest, every twig and branch is consumed in a light frost. What animals can escape it, sleep nice and cozy in tree trunks and small holes. Hibernating in their warm safe haven from the cold. However, not all animals have the comfort in being able to sleep through the harsh winter. They have to fend tooth and claw for the warmth and food that keeps them alive. Though there's not much of a point in me telling you this is there? You are a wolf yourself, no?
The wind you exhale after every breath can be seen like cold smoke once it meets the winter air. No fire to keep you warm, just the strive for survival. A flame that burns deep in your soul, telling you that you must survive. This flame continues to burn bright even when it seems as though all else is crashing down around you. It feels like you've lost everything you've known, d**n near anyway. Your pack is buried in an icy mountain, taking everything you established along with them. Status, friends, family, all gone in an instant. Yet you still fight to survive, even when they trail after you. Twelve or so wolves who are just aching to kill you, finish the job so that they can find a nice warm den where they can wait out the rest of the winter.
What was that sound?
Two of them on your trail now!
What are you going to do?
"There he is Bossk" a scraggly black wolf whispered to his companion. Both wolves were stationed behind a thick bush encrusted in a glassy frost. They spied on a lone brute traveling through the forest, they’d been tracking him for awhile now and finally caught up. “There’s are mark, nothing left now but to kill him.”
“Numbskull, you didn’t hear anything Wox said, did you?” the big burly brute being called Bossk, replied. “He want’s his brother alive, not dead, do what your told if you want to follow.”
“I’m jus’ sayin’ we can take this guy no problem.” the scraggly wolf replied, setting eyes off the target to cringe at Bossk, “Sooner he’s outta the picture, we can get the heck outta here.”
Both wolves were cut silent when they looked back over the bush. No wolf, nothing, it was like he vanished. “Where’d he go!?” the scraggly wolf shouted out.
“RIGHT HERE!!!” a voice growled out from the opposing side of the icy shrubbery. At the same time, the white wolf who produced the growl, lunged through the bush at his target. Shards of ice broke from the small branches, trailing along with the force of the lunge. That was all it took to silence the scraggly black wolf. The white wolf struck his target dead on, sinking his teeth deep into the throat of his opponent. Blood staining the snowy ground and the snowy white fur of the attacker.
Acting almost immediately the big brute wolf, Bossk, dashed at the white wolf. Knocking him flat into the snow with a heavy shoulder. He was not quick enough to attack, the black wolf fell flat into the snow never to get up again.
“Tch, ya think you have the upper hand now? I’m gonna beat your ass so bad you won’t be able to move from that spot! You’ll be dead soon, but first your brother will make sure you suffer so much you’ll beg us for death!” Bossk threatened.
“You think your size is gonna save you?! What do they say? The bigger they are, the harder they fall? Well that just means it’s gonna hurt like hell when you fall!” the white wolf replied before both tore at each other. Ripping into each other in a fight for survival. The white wolf was repeatedly thrashed around and knocked down by the brute strength of his opponent. Every blow making it harder for the white wolf to stand. With every growing moment the smoky cold breaths of the wolves were becoming more frequent, bodies working double-time in the heat of the moment.
Bossk was beginning to get confident, he could see his opponent slowing down. He began to reserve his energy, confidence in victory shined in his eyes. “Now to break those little legs of yours so you cant go running off while I get your brother!” he exclaimed, but before anything could be done, the white wolf make a quick strike at the brute’s throat. Like it is, everything can change in an instant. The battle can be turned around, you can think your gonna die, but then you trade sides quick. Suddenly your enemy’s life is on the chopping block. You sink your teeth in deeper, feeling the beating veins weaken, the struggling body grow still. It d**n well could have been you, but it wasn’t, your still alive and breathing.
The white wolf staggered back from the two limp carcasses. They were wicked wolves, set out on ending his own life. They got what they deserved and there was no reason to feel a bad conscious. They would have done the same for him if they got the upper hand. It was only just, since they helped Wox in slaughtering his entire pack. Blood would be on the air, this place was safe no longer. The wolf turned away, continuing his path through the forest. Two less enemies would be out there following him.
The wind you exhale after every breath can be seen like cold smoke once it meets the winter air. No fire to keep you warm, just the strive for survival. A flame that burns deep in your soul, telling you that you must survive. This flame continues to burn bright even when it seems as though all else is crashing down around you. It feels like you've lost everything you've known, d**n near anyway. Your pack is buried in an icy mountain, taking everything you established along with them. Status, friends, family, all gone in an instant. Yet you still fight to survive, even when they trail after you. Twelve or so wolves who are just aching to kill you, finish the job so that they can find a nice warm den where they can wait out the rest of the winter.
What was that sound?
Two of them on your trail now!
What are you going to do?
"There he is Bossk" a scraggly black wolf whispered to his companion. Both wolves were stationed behind a thick bush encrusted in a glassy frost. They spied on a lone brute traveling through the forest, they’d been tracking him for awhile now and finally caught up. “There’s are mark, nothing left now but to kill him.”
“Numbskull, you didn’t hear anything Wox said, did you?” the big burly brute being called Bossk, replied. “He want’s his brother alive, not dead, do what your told if you want to follow.”
“I’m jus’ sayin’ we can take this guy no problem.” the scraggly wolf replied, setting eyes off the target to cringe at Bossk, “Sooner he’s outta the picture, we can get the heck outta here.”
Both wolves were cut silent when they looked back over the bush. No wolf, nothing, it was like he vanished. “Where’d he go!?” the scraggly wolf shouted out.
“RIGHT HERE!!!” a voice growled out from the opposing side of the icy shrubbery. At the same time, the white wolf who produced the growl, lunged through the bush at his target. Shards of ice broke from the small branches, trailing along with the force of the lunge. That was all it took to silence the scraggly black wolf. The white wolf struck his target dead on, sinking his teeth deep into the throat of his opponent. Blood staining the snowy ground and the snowy white fur of the attacker.
Acting almost immediately the big brute wolf, Bossk, dashed at the white wolf. Knocking him flat into the snow with a heavy shoulder. He was not quick enough to attack, the black wolf fell flat into the snow never to get up again.
“Tch, ya think you have the upper hand now? I’m gonna beat your ass so bad you won’t be able to move from that spot! You’ll be dead soon, but first your brother will make sure you suffer so much you’ll beg us for death!” Bossk threatened.
“You think your size is gonna save you?! What do they say? The bigger they are, the harder they fall? Well that just means it’s gonna hurt like hell when you fall!” the white wolf replied before both tore at each other. Ripping into each other in a fight for survival. The white wolf was repeatedly thrashed around and knocked down by the brute strength of his opponent. Every blow making it harder for the white wolf to stand. With every growing moment the smoky cold breaths of the wolves were becoming more frequent, bodies working double-time in the heat of the moment.
Bossk was beginning to get confident, he could see his opponent slowing down. He began to reserve his energy, confidence in victory shined in his eyes. “Now to break those little legs of yours so you cant go running off while I get your brother!” he exclaimed, but before anything could be done, the white wolf make a quick strike at the brute’s throat. Like it is, everything can change in an instant. The battle can be turned around, you can think your gonna die, but then you trade sides quick. Suddenly your enemy’s life is on the chopping block. You sink your teeth in deeper, feeling the beating veins weaken, the struggling body grow still. It d**n well could have been you, but it wasn’t, your still alive and breathing.
The white wolf staggered back from the two limp carcasses. They were wicked wolves, set out on ending his own life. They got what they deserved and there was no reason to feel a bad conscious. They would have done the same for him if they got the upper hand. It was only just, since they helped Wox in slaughtering his entire pack. Blood would be on the air, this place was safe no longer. The wolf turned away, continuing his path through the forest. Two less enemies would be out there following him.
