Post by Silence on May 7, 2011 8:02:10 GMT -5
Arck
a wolf's tale
The howling of the wind, the clashing of thunder, the threatening flashes of lightning. That is all I remember. It was close to moon rise, I was wondering around in the storm, looking for someplace to stay. The wind fought against me as I struggled to keep my eyes open, against the sharp cold. I don’t remember looking up, but I must have because to last thing I saw was that large tree falling, at lightning speed, toward to top of my head. I heard myself yelp. It sounded far off, and quiet. The last thing I felt was crushing weight on my shoulder blades, my legs buckling beneath me, searing pain charging through me. Then nothing, just darkness, just silence.
Before we go any further let me stop and explain. My name is Arck. I am a grey, white, wolf with a black nose and dark grey pads. Normal right but, after that tree fell whatever happened made my eyes turn to the red of a fire’s fury. Because of my blazing red eyes I was treated different. No one wanted to be around me, that is until I met Coal.
Coal is an all black wolf. But his eyes, that’s what made me want to be with him, his eyes were lava red. I wasn’t alone anymore. I felt accepted for who I was. That was before I knew who Coal was. His pack lived in the dark volcano lands. It was a dark and forbidding place. It was almost sad to see that whole pack of red-eyed wolves living there. But they didn’t mind it, and, surprisingly, I didn’t either.
In the pack there was Ranger, Captain, King, Prince, Rage, Whisper Willowson, Legend, Coal and myself. Ranger was all white, her eyes red. Captain was a soft brown color. King was a grey wolf with tan and darker grey mixed in. Prince was a dark grey wolf with black markings under his eyes, like black flames. Rage was dark grey with lighter grey undersides. Whisper was golden in color with tan points. Legend was dark grey with lighter grey around his eyes. In the dark Legend’s fire eyes seem to glow.
Now, back to the present. I don't where he came from, it seemed that he came from. He was a ghost, Coal. A traitor, a lier, a ghost. I was too sick with pain to care where he came from. I just wanted to die. My voice cracked, "Please...help me..."
The ghost's voice was dark and not friendly. At the time I didn't know, but now I do. "Who are you, wolf?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. My head hung and my eyes closed again. Pain brought me from my unconsciousness. Coal's claws had racked across my eye.