Howls in the wind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Even a werewolf can sing

Submitted: September 15, 2009

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How the moon flashed on the ground, how it lit up the world and gave light when darkness was ferice, how it comforted those of the lost, how it is an unexplacable thing. Many wonders and twists of the world are unexplable,  though, many ( those with closed minds ) give a closed mind and dont bother to wonder. They keep one explnation, and keep to having no imagination. Why, think of all the impossible! Birds dont chirp because its all they can do, spiders do not exsist to scare others, a dragon doesnt always just destory towns, and unicorns arent always good. Sit, friend, and lsiten to my thoughts, sit and rejoice the beuty, not the beast, of a creature known as uncivlived to man. The werewolf.

A song lifted in the air,  beutiful, unique, and work of art. It seemed to keep one, long tone only heard once, twelve times a year. And how I rejoice these days! When the night as beaten the day to the other side of the land, when the moon has shown her white face upon us just to smile, this is when the song of the werewolf come. May cower in beds, many lock the doors and sleep in one room, but not I, I rejuce the song and beuty of this creature. Many think im mad, many cry to me " you fool! ' but I never stop my love, my passion, my dream. No coward am I, and tonight i will see this twist of nature, no matter what fate it has set for me. My path, the way I walk, has been choosen. Not a sign from God could stop me.

Grabbing a coat with to many buttons to count, I left the quiet house I lived in. Once I did turn back to look at the poor shape  let my sleeping place in, but why, I i never returned, she could be patched up. The moons warmed my step outside, as I hshe knew that I was going to greet her favorite creature. Her rays swam aorund me and lit the form of mine agiainst the ground. My steps were soft paced, not a rush was traced in my steps. My innermind was cheering me on, my outer screaming for me to go back. But, being a 'stubborn fool ' by the naeighbors, I gave a cheery whitsle to go with the winds as I walked, happier then a little boy on chirstmas.

Oh, and then I saw her. She was graceful, beutiful, magical. There, standing on two legs was the miracle of the world, the werewolf. Her fur glittered with sprakles the covered her from the moons light, and her eyes wer ethe shade of ocean, along with being just as deep. The fanged mouth and balck claws toes did not bother my inner sense. My outer? Shreiking like a wild banshee let lose in a bull house. Yet life was short, and only one shot you could aim in the world. If I died, it would rather be in the talons of her then of being an old fart.

She turned her large, wolf head towards me, curiosty pricked in her mind. Ah yes, she was probably thinking ' what fool would come to me? ' this fool right here. That was who. She did not bare her yellow dagger teeth at me, she simply stared, drowning me in her lovely eyes. Mercy,.what would happen next? Suddenly, she lifted her head towards the silve rplated roosted in the sky and began to sing her lovely song. She seemd to know I loved it, she know I was different.. Then, quicker then she began, she ended and burst off in the shadows, gone from my site. Not a trace was left but ruffled grass.

I still think about her today, and every full moon, I go to the little hill in the feilds. But, she was never there. Some were far off, mountains, woods, anywhere. But I know her song by heart, I know each tone as it rises and falls. Hers is different from the other tunes of her brothers. One day, before I die, I will see her again. That is a promise I keep, and wll not break.


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