Post by »Ιmαgε on Nov 26, 2008 15:42:09 GMT -5
Yes. Image is starting her very own story! xDD Due to this, I will be needing a pretty picture as a make-shift book cover later. Just read the prelude below and rate. Any mistakes be sure to make me aware of!
**THIS IS COPYRIGHTED TO ME, AND I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN IF YOU DARE COPY IT!** Thankies. <3
Thunder clapped in the far distance and cries of wolf howls rose into the misted air. A small sliver of the moon was visible tonight, yet that alone didn’t give much seeing power to the animals that resided in the timber below. Thick branches snapped like twigs as the wind picked up speed, whipping through the tree’s arms and threatening to rip steadfast roots from solid earth. It was no place for any stray, lone animal to be.
Although the moonlight was minute, an outsider would be able to clearly see a ramble-shack group of wolves gathering near a large bolder. One of the wolves laid still; blood layered his sooty coat and his breathing had completely ceased.
“Banished! Out of my sight, traitor!” Mirus, a brawny, muscled wolf lumbered into the slim moonshine, his ragged and torn pelt a clear indentation that a battle had raged only moments before. Gold speckled eyes shimmered with bloodlust, and drops of the red, precious fluid lay scattered on the ground before him. Cena, her own body hideously marred from the apparent fighting, stood centered in a small semi-circle, turning her amber optics to look up at the Alpha with unrivaled disbelief.
“Mirus! I beg you to understand! I didn’t murder Hitat!” Cena gazed around, vaguely wondering how she would survive outside her pack boundaries. No! Don’t think like that. They’ll understand. . . Instinct kicked in and Cena quickly lowered her defiant tail, wrapping it protectively around her trembling legs. Ears splayed back and a desperate whine rose in her throat, but the wolves around her seemed to easily disregard her novice signs of submission. Dashing to a near-by male, Cena’s vocals now reached into the very hearts of her companions. This was her last chance. Maybe if she got some of them on her side. . .
“Irait. You know I didn’t do this, right?” Cena paused, tensely awaiting a response, “Right?” Irait, placed on the spot by his exiled sister, simply growled a warning, his own tufted ears slapping onto his head to speak a simple rebuke.
“How could I not believe the clear evidence of pure murder, birth sister? You have betrayed us. I wish not to see your cursed face any longer.” Irait’s body moved away, the growl growing larger as Cena tried to step closer to Irait. There was no way she would be allowed to live here peacefully while she was in conflict with her blood kin. Stepping backwards, Cena reflected a blank stare. Where would she go? How would she live alone out there? The female had heard rumors of other packs, but most of her pup hood stories had been about the wins and losses of the particular packs. None spoke about banished wolves joining up again with a new pack.
“Cena! Drop this nonsense now and leave our pack. We want nothing more to do with you, murderer.” The wolf dubbed Mirus stepped forward, baring his teeth to show two rows of glistening, white canines ready to tear her pelt to shreds should she not heed his words. Mirus reinforced his body language with an ear-piercing howl. The deep howl rang through the haunted woods around them, allowing each member of the pack, in turn, to raise their chiseled heads and add their own voice to a wolven song.
Cena swiftly whipped around, her body nimbly racing through the trees to escape the rush of wolves behind her that lusted for blood and death. The female labored as she attempted to hurdle the barriers in her way; adrenaline only just kept her able to sprint away from her howling pursers. They were all around her, snapping and growling with a warm breath that warned her of their very presence. Cena’s own breaths were short and rugged as she helplessly tried to outrun the pack. Slowing, the previous member threw a sidelong glance over her shoulder, a feeling of triumph rising in her throat when she glanced nothing but the bare forest of which she’d grown up in. But all her happiness fell away from her as a sharp echo of barks sounded ahead—somehow they’d gotten breathtakingly close. Digging her claws in to stop her quick movement, a ball of sheer ice tightened in Cena’s stomach as glistening eyes watched her from the bushes around. She’d been lead off the trail as she now took the moment to notice her scenery, sadly a tad too late for any type of get away. Mirus’s shadowed image came to Cena’s optics first. It smirked at her, and with a single flip of his browned tail, the pack attacked.
Sharp growls and equally as sharp wines vibrated into the timber as the pack ruthlessly scarred their exiled member. Cena huddled before them as teeth dug into her pelt, taking it all in. The alabaster wolf, now drenched red, attempted to slash back, but no force was behind her throws; Cena was quickly losing her will power. Gathering herself to reach the border, she struggled under the mass which plagued her and burst away, still trailed by her predators.
Crossing a marked border line, Cena fell in a crumpled heap, mind spinning in a mass of pure confusion. The pack slid to stop from crossing the border; everything from this point on belonged to another mangled group of wolves and the pack was not permitted to cross the line. Snickers laced the air as Cena’s pack trotted away into the undergrowth. One figure stood amongst the weeping female. Mirus.
Slinking to the opposite side, Mirus slipped about the huddled wolf, his vision clear opposed to his prey. Cena cringed in his presence; she would still regard him as an all high Alpha, and one to be feared, due to the pack he led. Leaning over to whisper a faint goodbye in Cena’s ear, Mirus gave a cruel laugh, revealing his secret.
“I hope you enjoyed my acting, little Cena.” Mirus lashed out once more with his claws, gleaming happily when he saw the deep marks in her face welled with blood. Cena whimpered, her vision slowly fading as they attempted to follow his figure as he raced off. Cena faltered, falling into the foreboding darkness.
**THIS IS COPYRIGHTED TO ME, AND I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN IF YOU DARE COPY IT!** Thankies. <3
Thunder clapped in the far distance and cries of wolf howls rose into the misted air. A small sliver of the moon was visible tonight, yet that alone didn’t give much seeing power to the animals that resided in the timber below. Thick branches snapped like twigs as the wind picked up speed, whipping through the tree’s arms and threatening to rip steadfast roots from solid earth. It was no place for any stray, lone animal to be.
Although the moonlight was minute, an outsider would be able to clearly see a ramble-shack group of wolves gathering near a large bolder. One of the wolves laid still; blood layered his sooty coat and his breathing had completely ceased.
“Banished! Out of my sight, traitor!” Mirus, a brawny, muscled wolf lumbered into the slim moonshine, his ragged and torn pelt a clear indentation that a battle had raged only moments before. Gold speckled eyes shimmered with bloodlust, and drops of the red, precious fluid lay scattered on the ground before him. Cena, her own body hideously marred from the apparent fighting, stood centered in a small semi-circle, turning her amber optics to look up at the Alpha with unrivaled disbelief.
“Mirus! I beg you to understand! I didn’t murder Hitat!” Cena gazed around, vaguely wondering how she would survive outside her pack boundaries. No! Don’t think like that. They’ll understand. . . Instinct kicked in and Cena quickly lowered her defiant tail, wrapping it protectively around her trembling legs. Ears splayed back and a desperate whine rose in her throat, but the wolves around her seemed to easily disregard her novice signs of submission. Dashing to a near-by male, Cena’s vocals now reached into the very hearts of her companions. This was her last chance. Maybe if she got some of them on her side. . .
“Irait. You know I didn’t do this, right?” Cena paused, tensely awaiting a response, “Right?” Irait, placed on the spot by his exiled sister, simply growled a warning, his own tufted ears slapping onto his head to speak a simple rebuke.
“How could I not believe the clear evidence of pure murder, birth sister? You have betrayed us. I wish not to see your cursed face any longer.” Irait’s body moved away, the growl growing larger as Cena tried to step closer to Irait. There was no way she would be allowed to live here peacefully while she was in conflict with her blood kin. Stepping backwards, Cena reflected a blank stare. Where would she go? How would she live alone out there? The female had heard rumors of other packs, but most of her pup hood stories had been about the wins and losses of the particular packs. None spoke about banished wolves joining up again with a new pack.
“Cena! Drop this nonsense now and leave our pack. We want nothing more to do with you, murderer.” The wolf dubbed Mirus stepped forward, baring his teeth to show two rows of glistening, white canines ready to tear her pelt to shreds should she not heed his words. Mirus reinforced his body language with an ear-piercing howl. The deep howl rang through the haunted woods around them, allowing each member of the pack, in turn, to raise their chiseled heads and add their own voice to a wolven song.
Cena swiftly whipped around, her body nimbly racing through the trees to escape the rush of wolves behind her that lusted for blood and death. The female labored as she attempted to hurdle the barriers in her way; adrenaline only just kept her able to sprint away from her howling pursers. They were all around her, snapping and growling with a warm breath that warned her of their very presence. Cena’s own breaths were short and rugged as she helplessly tried to outrun the pack. Slowing, the previous member threw a sidelong glance over her shoulder, a feeling of triumph rising in her throat when she glanced nothing but the bare forest of which she’d grown up in. But all her happiness fell away from her as a sharp echo of barks sounded ahead—somehow they’d gotten breathtakingly close. Digging her claws in to stop her quick movement, a ball of sheer ice tightened in Cena’s stomach as glistening eyes watched her from the bushes around. She’d been lead off the trail as she now took the moment to notice her scenery, sadly a tad too late for any type of get away. Mirus’s shadowed image came to Cena’s optics first. It smirked at her, and with a single flip of his browned tail, the pack attacked.
Sharp growls and equally as sharp wines vibrated into the timber as the pack ruthlessly scarred their exiled member. Cena huddled before them as teeth dug into her pelt, taking it all in. The alabaster wolf, now drenched red, attempted to slash back, but no force was behind her throws; Cena was quickly losing her will power. Gathering herself to reach the border, she struggled under the mass which plagued her and burst away, still trailed by her predators.
Crossing a marked border line, Cena fell in a crumpled heap, mind spinning in a mass of pure confusion. The pack slid to stop from crossing the border; everything from this point on belonged to another mangled group of wolves and the pack was not permitted to cross the line. Snickers laced the air as Cena’s pack trotted away into the undergrowth. One figure stood amongst the weeping female. Mirus.
Slinking to the opposite side, Mirus slipped about the huddled wolf, his vision clear opposed to his prey. Cena cringed in his presence; she would still regard him as an all high Alpha, and one to be feared, due to the pack he led. Leaning over to whisper a faint goodbye in Cena’s ear, Mirus gave a cruel laugh, revealing his secret.
“I hope you enjoyed my acting, little Cena.” Mirus lashed out once more with his claws, gleaming happily when he saw the deep marks in her face welled with blood. Cena whimpered, her vision slowly fading as they attempted to follow his figure as he raced off. Cena faltered, falling into the foreboding darkness.
