The Black Wolf

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

A black wolf must protect his home and his precious mate from those that would take them away from him.

During a blizzard in a shadowed valley somewhere in the north, a black speck could be seen in the center of a ravine. this black speck was a wolf.
He stood silent and strong in front of his home, waiting out the danger that threatened both his den and his love. He waited for days, sensing the lurking grey shadows on the nearby cliffs, awaiting their attack.
More days passed. It was soon evident that they, too, were waiting. Waiting for his guard to drop. But this black wolf stood a steady, unmoving vigil.
Yet more time passed, and the shadows grew bored. After careful dark plotting, they decided to attack. Twelve gray wolves thundered over the cliffside toward the black wolf. He shook himself free of the ice crusted onto his fur and stood ready to meet them.
His cool, gray eyes stared, unwavering, into twenty-four small beads of red. When they were nearly upon him, he sprinted toward them, and with a single leap, he soared over their heads to land softly behind them.
The mass of gray turned, teeth bared, just in time for him to lunge at the nearest. He grabbed the back of it's neck and snapped it. The others were at him instantly. He fought them off bravely. His home, his entire world was at stake. Bones snapped, flesh tore, howling echoed throughout the twilit ravine.
At one point, sharp teeth tore at the black wolf's side, and his own blood mixed with that of his adversaries' on the frozen ground, but this hardly slowed him. When only one stood, he bit down into it's throat, and ripped it free of it's neck. He stood panting, and looked about for signs of life.
Satisfied that they were all dead, he started shakily toward his den. His wounds were draining his strength. All at once, his eyes widened in shock. He looked around again, and counted only eleven bodies. He looked slowly toward his den, his eyes tracing fresh prints all the way into his cave. His heart raced, as did his mind.
His feet kicked up tufts of snow as he raced back to his home. He charged through the small network of caves and burst into his den, looking around frantically. He relaxed when he saw her, the delicate white wolf whom he called his love, happy that she was alive and unharmed. As soon as he relaxed his exhausted body, the twelfth gray wolf exploded into the cavern. Upon seeing the white wolf, he attacked her.
In mid lunge, however, the black wolf slammed into his side, hurling him into the stone wall of the cavern. The gray wolf barely had enough time to stand when he saw a black death charging his way. The black wolf smashed him into the wall.
A loud, echoeing crunch could be heard then, and a sudden, high-pitched cry. After he was dead, the black wolf stood panting over his body. After he had stood there for a few moments, the white wolf, quivering and afraid, approached him.
She guided him over to their bed of soft pelts and made him lay down. She circled behind him and laid down, herself. She pressed herself close to him and began cleaning his wounds. She carefully went over each, gently clearing them of blood.
She loved him with all her heart, and she knew he loved her too. She would not let him die, not ever. She loved the feel of his heartbeat against hers, and she would not lose that.
As for the black wolf, the warmth of his love's body against his own comforted him. Right then, he could feel in his heart that there was no more danger. Everything was all right.
After a time, they fell asleep. It was a beautiful contrast of soft white and hard black. They both lived on, and eventually had pups. A boy and girl.
The boy was black with a white diamond on his forehead, and had obvious muscle underneath his thick coat. He had the strength of his father. The girl was just the opposite, with snow white fur like mother, and a patch of black fur, in the same shape, on her fored. Her eyes were full of compassion.


Submitted: October 27, 2009

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carli17

I reallyyyy loved the detail in this! I could imagine the setting and the emotions! Can't wait to read more of your work :)

Wed, October 28th, 2009 2:33am

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Well thank you. I love to hear that people enjoy my stuff. I can't wait to write more of my work. :^)

Tue, October 27th, 2009 9:15pm

Fyregx

Hey this is really good (:
i loved the way you describe the fights and the detail - there were a few chances i saw where you could of added just a bit of extra information but i don't think it was essential :D
You must keep telling me when you upload something - i love reading! (:

Wed, October 28th, 2009 6:55pm

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Thank you very much. I've just added a half-ton of new (unfinished) stories, and input is always welcome.

Wed, October 28th, 2009 12:01pm

callisto23

i love this story! it was such a fun read and it had a perfect amount of suspense!!!

Fri, November 20th, 2009 11:02pm

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Thank you, thank you! I'll try hard to deliver better stories in the future. Who knows? You might get your socks blown off.

Sat, November 21st, 2009 8:06pm

madaGDarko

Wow, this is amazing. Please drop by my page and read the new poem that i wrote. It's sort of a challenge so please let me lknow what u think. ^_^

Mon, November 23rd, 2009 11:15am

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I'll have to do that. Thank you for your comment.

Tue, December 22nd, 2009 7:10pm

Kilo

Great job explaining the action, I could easily see it.

~Kilo

Thu, December 17th, 2009 5:49am

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Thank you very much, Miss Kilo.

Tue, December 22nd, 2009 7:03pm

Wingsword

It's a great story, and as others said before me, the description and action was well done. There are a couple grammatical errors, so I recommend you go back and fix those if you spot them.
For some reason, the ending rather bothered me:
"After a time, they fell asleep. It was a beautiful contrast of soft white and hard black. They both lived on, and eventually had pups. A boy and girl.
The boy was black with a white diamond on his forehead, and had obvious muscle underneath his thick coat. He had the strength of his father. The girl was just the opposite, with snow white fur like mother, and a patch of black fur, in the same shape, on her fored. Her eyes were full of compassion."
Instead of outright stating, "It was a beautiful contrast of soft white and hard black," perhaps you could find another way of describing it? When I think of the words soft and hard, I actually think of something soft and hard, like a feather and a rock. I thought the sudden ending with description was a little of a throw-off, and it feels like there's going to be a lot more to this story even though you ended it.
It does have potential, but a couple tweaks, and it will be great. :)

Tue, April 27th, 2010 4:25am

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Thank you, Wingsword. I'll patch it up soon, and I'll be sure to let you know when I do.

Fri, April 30th, 2010 8:13am

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