Post by Urban Cinderella on Jun 7, 2004 9:08:29 GMT 8
Just something I wrote for my school's creative newspaper. -laughs- Any comments are appreciated.
The moon's rays illuminated the area around her, but missed her figure completely. She felt the wind whistling through her hair, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the coolness on her face. The snapping of a nearby twig caught her attention and one eye opened into a slit.
She detected movement to her left, and soon enough there was answering motion to her right. Another twig snapped, and she heard cursing. Now, she opened her other eye.
A brown-haired man stepped into the light, and she caught his eye. A spear was raised in his hand. A glint of malice contorted his grin, and she saw greed in his face. Still, she did not drop the link they shared through their eyes.
His eyes grew shifty at her boldness, but he took another step. The earth seemed to pound with his weight, and she had to force herself not to wince. The wind carried a strong smell to her, and her nostrils flared at it.
A shout came from behind her, and she jumped, dropping her eye contact with the man. Recognizing the angry tone of his voice, she lurched forward, her muscles rippling with smooth movement, undaunted from the long sitting.
Inches above her fur, she felt the spear break through the wind. Her pads landed roughly on the smooth path, and her weight was not enough to snap a single twig. She maneuvered carefully to avoid a second human, and started off down the forest path.
An instinct within her made her turn, and she found the dark-haired man staring at her, his eyes wide. She opened her mouth in a howl, answering the questions of his soul with a single lonesome note.
The wolf turned and raced down the forest's path, disappearing into the darkness that had housed her for so many years.
The moon's rays illuminated the area around her, but missed her figure completely. She felt the wind whistling through her hair, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the coolness on her face. The snapping of a nearby twig caught her attention and one eye opened into a slit.
She detected movement to her left, and soon enough there was answering motion to her right. Another twig snapped, and she heard cursing. Now, she opened her other eye.
A brown-haired man stepped into the light, and she caught his eye. A spear was raised in his hand. A glint of malice contorted his grin, and she saw greed in his face. Still, she did not drop the link they shared through their eyes.
His eyes grew shifty at her boldness, but he took another step. The earth seemed to pound with his weight, and she had to force herself not to wince. The wind carried a strong smell to her, and her nostrils flared at it.
A shout came from behind her, and she jumped, dropping her eye contact with the man. Recognizing the angry tone of his voice, she lurched forward, her muscles rippling with smooth movement, undaunted from the long sitting.
Inches above her fur, she felt the spear break through the wind. Her pads landed roughly on the smooth path, and her weight was not enough to snap a single twig. She maneuvered carefully to avoid a second human, and started off down the forest path.
An instinct within her made her turn, and she found the dark-haired man staring at her, his eyes wide. She opened her mouth in a howl, answering the questions of his soul with a single lonesome note.
The wolf turned and raced down the forest's path, disappearing into the darkness that had housed her for so many years.