Pyrocrcus
May 25th, 2009, 05:35 AM
This was something I had to write for a club, Power of the Pen, I was in this year. Please.. give me tips. Hope you enjoy it =D
The Mourning Howl
Topic of POP assignment: Too Late
The blazing flames danced about as the forest, my home I had come to know and love, fell to ashes. All kinds of animals scurried, only to be shot by the horrible monsters with pointy sticks that made loud, ear-splitting noises. I was too far away to get hit, standing upon a hill with the smoke-scented air surrounding me. I had a perfect view of the disaster occurring.
I had seen them, I had seen the monsters with their raging fires and devices that plowed through the dirt. At the time, I had thought nothing of it. But now.. my home, my pack, everything gone. It was too late to warn them.
As the fire continued to burn with intense rage, I dropped the still warm rabbit from my jaws, letting a howl of mourning escape from my jaw. A monster stopped dragging a grey and white pelt for a moment, looking around. The thick black smoke covered me though, it couldn't see me.
I knew that large, bulky wolf body they were dragging. My father, the alpha of the pack. Guilt spread through me as memories flashed around my mind from this morning. We had gotten into a fight so I had, the young wolf I am, left angry and by myself to hunt. It was too late to tell him I love him no matter what he said, too late to say sorry. Once again, I tilted my head back and let out a howl of mourning.
This time the monsters stopped completely. One was shouting orders, I think. Probably the alpha of their weird little pack. Next thing I know, foot steps were pounding toward me.
I ran. There was no way to fight all of them. Wolves are of a proud breed but even I know my limitations. Maybe if I had warned my family in time.. No! I couldn't think about it. I couldn't be the last, only survivor from our forest. Just concentrate on the road before you, I told myself silently, Don't look back.
I looked back, the fire now killing all the trees, burning them greatly. I heard the ancient trees wailing in their pain. The spirit of the forest was dying. It was all my fault. Pathetic.. worthless.. scoundrel.. You did this.. Look at the mess you caused. Look at it! You, yes you, did this. Thoughts of pure pessimistic pain kept nagging me. Something inside of me told me they were wrong, that I couldn't have stopped these monsters. I didn't believe that feeling inside.
The continuous voices running through my head was just to much, I couldn't keep focused. My paws would take me no further, sending me crashing to the ground. There was no will left in me to run. I was tired, seeing as I barely had any sleep, and there wasn't any reason for me to live. Footsteps behind me were starting to sound awfully loud.
I struggled up, swaying back and forth. Good thing there wasn't any wind, I swear it would have knocked me over. That's when I heard a wicked voice behind me. I tried to run but I just ended up falling again. This is a sign.. I deserve to die... I thought, not letting myself any chance for positive thoughts.
Cold metal was pressed up against me and then.. Bam! Dead!
My body fell limp but I actually didn't feel it, I was watching my body. How could I be a spirit, how would Rayne, the great Wolf God, let me live upon the realm? Other translucent figures were starting to surround me. One in particular caught my attention. That large, bulky grey and white pelt. "I love you Father.. Forgive me.." I dipped my spirit head sadly, kind of startled that I was taken to the Underworld yet. My father just smiled and licked my mussel.
I realized something. No matter what I did, I was never too late to tell my Father I loved him.. He understood me. Together we howled; part from grief for the ones who died, including us, the other for the journey we were about to make.
The wolf spirit always lives.
The Mourning Howl
Topic of POP assignment: Too Late
The blazing flames danced about as the forest, my home I had come to know and love, fell to ashes. All kinds of animals scurried, only to be shot by the horrible monsters with pointy sticks that made loud, ear-splitting noises. I was too far away to get hit, standing upon a hill with the smoke-scented air surrounding me. I had a perfect view of the disaster occurring.
I had seen them, I had seen the monsters with their raging fires and devices that plowed through the dirt. At the time, I had thought nothing of it. But now.. my home, my pack, everything gone. It was too late to warn them.
As the fire continued to burn with intense rage, I dropped the still warm rabbit from my jaws, letting a howl of mourning escape from my jaw. A monster stopped dragging a grey and white pelt for a moment, looking around. The thick black smoke covered me though, it couldn't see me.
I knew that large, bulky wolf body they were dragging. My father, the alpha of the pack. Guilt spread through me as memories flashed around my mind from this morning. We had gotten into a fight so I had, the young wolf I am, left angry and by myself to hunt. It was too late to tell him I love him no matter what he said, too late to say sorry. Once again, I tilted my head back and let out a howl of mourning.
This time the monsters stopped completely. One was shouting orders, I think. Probably the alpha of their weird little pack. Next thing I know, foot steps were pounding toward me.
I ran. There was no way to fight all of them. Wolves are of a proud breed but even I know my limitations. Maybe if I had warned my family in time.. No! I couldn't think about it. I couldn't be the last, only survivor from our forest. Just concentrate on the road before you, I told myself silently, Don't look back.
I looked back, the fire now killing all the trees, burning them greatly. I heard the ancient trees wailing in their pain. The spirit of the forest was dying. It was all my fault. Pathetic.. worthless.. scoundrel.. You did this.. Look at the mess you caused. Look at it! You, yes you, did this. Thoughts of pure pessimistic pain kept nagging me. Something inside of me told me they were wrong, that I couldn't have stopped these monsters. I didn't believe that feeling inside.
The continuous voices running through my head was just to much, I couldn't keep focused. My paws would take me no further, sending me crashing to the ground. There was no will left in me to run. I was tired, seeing as I barely had any sleep, and there wasn't any reason for me to live. Footsteps behind me were starting to sound awfully loud.
I struggled up, swaying back and forth. Good thing there wasn't any wind, I swear it would have knocked me over. That's when I heard a wicked voice behind me. I tried to run but I just ended up falling again. This is a sign.. I deserve to die... I thought, not letting myself any chance for positive thoughts.
Cold metal was pressed up against me and then.. Bam! Dead!
My body fell limp but I actually didn't feel it, I was watching my body. How could I be a spirit, how would Rayne, the great Wolf God, let me live upon the realm? Other translucent figures were starting to surround me. One in particular caught my attention. That large, bulky grey and white pelt. "I love you Father.. Forgive me.." I dipped my spirit head sadly, kind of startled that I was taken to the Underworld yet. My father just smiled and licked my mussel.
I realized something. No matter what I did, I was never too late to tell my Father I loved him.. He understood me. Together we howled; part from grief for the ones who died, including us, the other for the journey we were about to make.
The wolf spirit always lives.