Chère's Journal: Her Moon And Wolf

It donned a large cloak of silken strands of the deepest silver. Its tail was long and eagerly wagged in rhythm with the arched floppy ears. It had eyes of golden thunder that became two suns in the cloudy sky of its face, but as soon as I reached to pet the creature, it galloped away, leaving me in the wake of the swirling dust and sand. I sighed, but my spirits were lifted by the sight of a person walking toward me. A god perhaps, for I saw no settlement in the vicinity.

Minerva sighed her placement in the tournament bracket was not ideal, as she had to wait to fight she wanted to be one the first fights but alas, she realized it too late, Sin had kept her far too long in bed. The thought was agonizing when she saw the name, Wolf? "Who is that?" ".I can’t remember...what does he look like?" She closed her eyes, expanded her con-sciousness as she surveyed the empire looking for Wolf, if he was an extremely powerful fighter he would have a bright aura, instead all she finds is darkness, she cannot seem to find him, anywhere in the empire. "Are you that, wolf, have you returned to me? After all these years."

Kai's ears perked up once he heard the name Moon out of the woman's mouth. He was starting to get a sense as that of what Sage was trying to tell him. He studied the woman's face, trying to remember every detail. Her raven hair had matched his and she had these green piercing eyes that resembled his own. Before he could be exactly sure about who this woman was Sage ran up to her mother.

As soon as day broke, Charity crawled out from under the wagon and headed to stoke up the fire, so she could make her coffee. She hadn’t gone ten feet when she comes face to face with an older Indian man. She let a small gasp escape, but other than that she was too stunned to even speak much less scream for help. He looked at her strangely, then turned, dropped down on all fours, and ran away, turning into a wolf as he went! For some reason, unknown even to her, in that moment, she yelled, "Come

At home, the children were alone with one another. They heard a something slowly creeping towards them. It was the wolf. Not just any wolf, a wounded wolf. He looked at them with a terrible smile on his face. The children were in fear. Meanwhile, the mother creature was coming back from her various whereabouts. She heard cries from her children. As fast as she could, she ran there and saw the wolf mauling at her precious children. At this time, the children were already dead and there was blood dripping from around the wolf’s mouth. The wolf then ran away into the wilderness with the family’s

The sun began its descent into the west. Beams of light scattered amongst the large pines covering the countryside. It was a perfect day for hunting, but as the day neared its end the northern chill began to creep in. Sapphire Blackwulf sat atop her wooden cart as she wheeled it through the gates of Narsis, she had her head held high, not able to hold back her sense of accomplishment that seemed to emanate from her. She relished with pride from the two elk bucks that lay motionless in the back of her cart; the evidence of her successful hunt. From her seat, Sapphire noticed the occasional lingering eyes of the townsfolk, but she could not tell if it was in mild fascination, or something else entirely. What she was certain of however, was when woman of the Dohl brought

The curved, blue-white blade of the moon pointed down at the smaller trail for a split-second, and Will darted for the white mirage. His fear kept his feet beating at the ground like the wings of a hummingbird, and soon he couldn't make out the warriors' fire through all the trees. The track turned to the left, and the rush of the river stopped receding from Will's eardrums. He set himself against a dark oak tree, trying to silence his breath and scan for anyone who might have followed him, but his body would not comply. Will allowed himself a minute or two of reprieve, but remained anxious, as he knew that the falling snow couldn't possibly fill in his careless footfalls by sunrise. He had to reach the edge of the forest well before then if

While passing between trees, some movements were seen nearby; the land was in snow, so it was easy to notice. I froze and looked around for a moment. There was a possibility that it could just seem to me, yet later I noted a pair of vivid golden eyes staring straight at me from a distance. The creature stood in an assailant posture with smoky black fur and gleams of snow on it. I got scared when realized it was a wild wolf, what was not typical to see in a suburban forest. Going behind a tree trunk, I made an attempt to hide, but how could it help me if the wolf had already aimed at me… I stood moveless though the animal creeped towards me. Not waiting for long, it quickened and began to run; at one moment, feeling both defenseless and doomed got me. Seeing another wolf jumping on the first one and laying it low was shocking. I stayed speechless, as I misunderstood what was going on and watched the wolves’ fight, how one bit and pushed another. Any normal person would have run away already without looking back, but I stayed for no reason. They grinned at each other with evil intent, revealing all their sharp fangs, and snarled loudly, terrifying me. The wolf that defended me for a mysterious cause had dirty, dark-grey fur, yet all blood marks from the bites could be seen on it. All dripped-off blood from both of them got on snow underneath. The scent from it spread all over. It was an eerie sight, which was followed by a loud crack. The defending wolf gnawed through the attacking wolf’s neck killing it; the dead body laid on the ground in a red puddle. The dark gray wolf stood next to it, taking breath very fast. Blood continued to drip from its flesh, and, glancing in my eyes, it walked away. Staying shocked, I looked back at the body and, with no comments, turned in the direction of

Hunger made her stomach rumble like thunder, but still she hesitated as she watched the girl. Her instincts were telling her to act quickly, before something else did, but she found that she was reluctant to do so. She was no friend to humans. The wolf had witnessed their cruelty firsthand, when they stole her pups and slaughtered her pack, but there was something different about this one, an innocence the others had not possessed. And, perhaps, the wolf saw something in the child that reminded her of herself.

There are countless stories and tales in this world. Several people hear about the stories, but rarely live through it. The Medieval times have numerous stories about creatures, monsters and beasts, but apart from all of the beast and monster, the werewolf has always stood out like a sore thumb. The ancient Greeks wrote that people could be transformed into wolves, venture off and then come back to their home as a human. In the “The Lay of the Werewolf,” a man is a Bisclavaret and has a lovely wife who does not know where he leaves to late at night; using characterization, conflict, and symbolism, the author shows the truth behind their love.

I was nearly blinded when I first looked into the eyes of this beast. Strangely, the wolf almost seemed to glow with a brilliant light when I saw him. His bright blue eyes and radiant, white fur seemed whiter than the snow itself. A large rabbit lay clenched firmly between the wolf’s sturdy maws. It started to growl again as I stood there, fear-stricken. I wasn’t quite sure what to do at this particular moment other than to stand still, and hope the wolf would lose interest.

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Dark, nimble, calloused fingers passed over the overflowing growth of plants, the wild ferns and mosses swaying towards the elvhen woman’s fingers, almost like they stretched toward her magicked fingers. The sun was nearly lost beneath the canopy of green, dapples of sun spots blossoming warmth beneath the long sleeves of her over coat. The almost wild magick within the area singing to her, speaking to her nomadic soul, pulling her along trails no man had dared walk, a ward of dread protecting the secrets and lore of her people. The branches of the trees before her twisted skyward, like the horns of the Halla, elegant and winding, the natural growth providing small coves for wanderers like herself.

n the peaceful town of Littleroot people lived happily and in harmony.Until one year a wolf named John crept into the town and terrorized innocent people.Since that day Artemis (the goddess of the moon and hunting)heard the people suffering and came up with an idea to make the moon red to warn the people John was coming.Little did she know that if the people were to kill the wolf that his pack would declare war.”Ares this vicious beast is attacking Littleroot said Artemis .Ares (the god of war) grinned evilly Ares then says “ok I will help change the color of the moon”.When the blood moon rises over Littleroot they knew it was a sign from the gods.Then they realized that John is coming they then gather all their weapons to face John.They

Devlin pushed the branches aside and squinted. Smoke lingered above, and as he wiped the sweat from his forehead a figure began to take shape in the distance. The familiar shiver of fear caught him short. Devlin peered at the figure, ripples of fog rising. When the figure came into full view, Devlin smiled. His “pet” a two-hundred and fifty pound black wolf silently sprinted towards him, and without leaving its feet, it lovingly licked Devlin’s neck, smearing blood everywhere. He hopped on the beast's back and Devlin blended in perfectly with its fur then he grabbed onto the wolf's hair and steered them back to battle. He must have been at least a mile from the front after being drawn deep into the woods to fight the enemies unsuccessful flank.