Post by †Nenderie† on Mar 18, 2007 17:09:44 GMT -5
I am writing this wolf story. It is about a wolf named Nenderie (hence my name) I only have a first paragraph right now, and this is the only copy I will have of this story because I have no Word program on my computer at the moment.
It was a dark evening, fresh snow covered the ground. The trees were bare, no leaves to cover the sky. Snow dripped from the leaves, aside from that, nothing happened in the trees. There was a slight breeze making snow come up. The full moon shone on the newly fallen snow, making it sparkle. The silver moonlight lit the forest, with an eerie glow. Stars twinkled in the night sky, dimmed by the thin fog. A howl rose in the distance, but no creature stirred, nothing moved. Everything was still and quiet but the distant howl of a wolf pack. The silence and stillness was broken as a young wolf, Nenderie, ran out of the snow covered brush, kicking up the snow behind her. Her black fur was blood splattered, fresh wounds on her body. She stopped and looked behind her, as if looking for something, then realized it wasn’t there. She sat, and began to lick her wounds. Her golden eyes were filled with fear, but at the same time, relief. Her ears were perked and she looked from side to side, she was alert, and ready for something to jump out and attack. It did not come. She lay down looking into the sky, her eyes clouded with sorrow, her whole life, everything she had gone through, reflected in her eyes. A life of pain and sorrow, love and betrayal. Her whole life had been hard and painful, and she had seen many things, more than any creature should ever see at her age. She wished of joy and happiness, something to live for, she had lost all hope, all her reason to live. All she wanted was something worth living for, something that made her pain worth it. She didn’t have that, and thought she never would.
Nenderie was a lone wolf, who wanted to join a pack, but every pack refused to let her join and the chased her out. The last pack was the most vicious; they attacked her before chasing her out, leaving her with a deep scratch from one male’s claws down her left shoulder. After they attacked her, and wounded her so that she could not run that fast, they chased her out. Nenderie, as she was being chased out by that pack, lost all her hope in joining a pack, and she was not going to try again. She looked down at her snow covered paws. She stood, and then darted for cover under the thickest bush she saw. She lay down on the cold dirt. She curled up and warily fell asleep. It was a light sleep; no good dreams came to her. The only dream she had that night, was of that attack. She jolted awake as something hit her side, but it was only a branch from the bush, the wolf only in her dream. She crept out of the bush and stood shaking the snow from her pelt. Nenderie left the clearing more confident than when she came to it. She walked through the forest hoping to find something she could eat and water to drink.
Nenderie came to a small stream. She lapped water from it, enjoying the ice cold water. She heard something behind her and looked up. She turned to see nothing but a bird flying from a tree. Her amber gaze followed the bird until it disappeared over the trees. She sighed a wolf sigh and continued walking along the stream. She stopped and looked around, then took another drink out of the stream. She heard a growl to her right, and then was pounced on. She growled and turned, she couldn’t see her attacker who was latched onto her back. The attacker jumped off her back and she saw a white pup, standing in front of her, his tail was wagging as if he were playing.
“Leave me alone pup!” She growled and turned walking away from him. She heard paw steps behind her along with crunching snow. She looked back to see the pup following her “Don’t you understand leave me alone?!” she barked “Why don’t you go back to your mommy?”
“I don’t have a mom. Hey! What’s your name?” the pup asked looking up at her with excitement in his eyes.
“Nenderie” Nenderie answered reluctantly.
“I’m Samor!” the pup barked. Nenderie looked at him, not understanding why he was so joyful and excited. She would have left him there, no cared about him, but something just wasn’t right about that. She shook her head to push the idea of letting him follow her out of her head.
“Come on.” She gave in and turned and began walking again.
“Yay!” Samor yipped and ran after Nenderie.
The two of them walked for a while, Nenderie very annoyed with Samor’s endless yipping. When they came to where the stream started going right, they stopped. Samor looked at Nenderie, silent for once. He looked like he was in a trance, or remembering something, but what could a pup as young as he was have a memory that will make him stare like that? He shook his head then looked down at his paws.
“Hey Nenderie! Where are we going?” Samor barked breaking the silence.
“I don’t know, I really don’t know.” Nenderie told him. She looked up to see the full moon beginning to show up in the sky. The sky started to turn a dark blue stars sparkled in the sky. She let out a sorrowful howl, calling for a wolf that wasn’t there. Samor copied her, but didn’t know why they were howling.
Call of the Wolf
By §Nenderie§
Prolouge
By §Nenderie§
Prolouge
It was a dark evening, fresh snow covered the ground. The trees were bare, no leaves to cover the sky. Snow dripped from the leaves, aside from that, nothing happened in the trees. There was a slight breeze making snow come up. The full moon shone on the newly fallen snow, making it sparkle. The silver moonlight lit the forest, with an eerie glow. Stars twinkled in the night sky, dimmed by the thin fog. A howl rose in the distance, but no creature stirred, nothing moved. Everything was still and quiet but the distant howl of a wolf pack. The silence and stillness was broken as a young wolf, Nenderie, ran out of the snow covered brush, kicking up the snow behind her. Her black fur was blood splattered, fresh wounds on her body. She stopped and looked behind her, as if looking for something, then realized it wasn’t there. She sat, and began to lick her wounds. Her golden eyes were filled with fear, but at the same time, relief. Her ears were perked and she looked from side to side, she was alert, and ready for something to jump out and attack. It did not come. She lay down looking into the sky, her eyes clouded with sorrow, her whole life, everything she had gone through, reflected in her eyes. A life of pain and sorrow, love and betrayal. Her whole life had been hard and painful, and she had seen many things, more than any creature should ever see at her age. She wished of joy and happiness, something to live for, she had lost all hope, all her reason to live. All she wanted was something worth living for, something that made her pain worth it. She didn’t have that, and thought she never would.
Nenderie was a lone wolf, who wanted to join a pack, but every pack refused to let her join and the chased her out. The last pack was the most vicious; they attacked her before chasing her out, leaving her with a deep scratch from one male’s claws down her left shoulder. After they attacked her, and wounded her so that she could not run that fast, they chased her out. Nenderie, as she was being chased out by that pack, lost all her hope in joining a pack, and she was not going to try again. She looked down at her snow covered paws. She stood, and then darted for cover under the thickest bush she saw. She lay down on the cold dirt. She curled up and warily fell asleep. It was a light sleep; no good dreams came to her. The only dream she had that night, was of that attack. She jolted awake as something hit her side, but it was only a branch from the bush, the wolf only in her dream. She crept out of the bush and stood shaking the snow from her pelt. Nenderie left the clearing more confident than when she came to it. She walked through the forest hoping to find something she could eat and water to drink.
Nenderie came to a small stream. She lapped water from it, enjoying the ice cold water. She heard something behind her and looked up. She turned to see nothing but a bird flying from a tree. Her amber gaze followed the bird until it disappeared over the trees. She sighed a wolf sigh and continued walking along the stream. She stopped and looked around, then took another drink out of the stream. She heard a growl to her right, and then was pounced on. She growled and turned, she couldn’t see her attacker who was latched onto her back. The attacker jumped off her back and she saw a white pup, standing in front of her, his tail was wagging as if he were playing.
“Leave me alone pup!” She growled and turned walking away from him. She heard paw steps behind her along with crunching snow. She looked back to see the pup following her “Don’t you understand leave me alone?!” she barked “Why don’t you go back to your mommy?”
“I don’t have a mom. Hey! What’s your name?” the pup asked looking up at her with excitement in his eyes.
“Nenderie” Nenderie answered reluctantly.
“I’m Samor!” the pup barked. Nenderie looked at him, not understanding why he was so joyful and excited. She would have left him there, no cared about him, but something just wasn’t right about that. She shook her head to push the idea of letting him follow her out of her head.
“Come on.” She gave in and turned and began walking again.
“Yay!” Samor yipped and ran after Nenderie.
The two of them walked for a while, Nenderie very annoyed with Samor’s endless yipping. When they came to where the stream started going right, they stopped. Samor looked at Nenderie, silent for once. He looked like he was in a trance, or remembering something, but what could a pup as young as he was have a memory that will make him stare like that? He shook his head then looked down at his paws.
“Hey Nenderie! Where are we going?” Samor barked breaking the silence.
“I don’t know, I really don’t know.” Nenderie told him. She looked up to see the full moon beginning to show up in the sky. The sky started to turn a dark blue stars sparkled in the sky. She let out a sorrowful howl, calling for a wolf that wasn’t there. Samor copied her, but didn’t know why they were howling.
