“Of course you didn’t mean for this to happen. Bizarre things like this aren’t meant to happen, but the king is dead.” I said looking him straight in his tear filled eyes. I saw the look of apprehension clearly taking over his mind. “If it hadn’t been for you, he would still be
think about other issues and decide to resolve their differences. In a last ironic Each one of them had one so that the wolves could defend themselves, but nevertheless it is not known if they are going to live, it could be that they die "The idiot chatter" of the man indicates the horrible end that they will suffer.
"Good boy" Aomine said as he dismounted of the 17hh cremello stallion, not to far off in the bushes something groaned Aomine swivelled around and stalked towards the general area of where he heard the groan,pushing the branches aside he came into contact with some red hair, the strangers' eyes fluttered agape only to come into contact with two incandescent analysing navy orbs of a dark skinned man, snarling in the others face he shuffled backwards only to grimace in excruciating agony.
“Yes, yes, I think it is time I lied down...” The two men made their way back the way they came until they came across a pair of maids who took the king away to his room. Kragen watched with cold yet amused eyes. The king grew weaker and weaker every day but not a shred of remorse was given to him by his so-called friend. After all, it was all part of his
After removing the wolf’s body from the once bloodied sheet the man appreciates the beauty of the creature. In lines 40 to 44, the author writes, “He squatted over the wolf and touched her fur. He touched the cold and perfect teeth. The eye turned to the fire gave back no light and he closed it with his thumb and sat by her and put his hand upon her bloodied forehead.” By describing the man’s actions the author is painting a picture for the reader. The image portrayed is one of admiration and respect. Typically, when a wild animal dies humans do not close it’s eyes nor bury it. The act of closing the wolf’s once open eyes shows the man’s respect for the animal. Additionally, when the writer describes the scene he states that the man thinks of the wolf’s teeth as a “perfect” feature. By complimenting the wolf’s teeth in a respectful manner this depicts the man’s true feelings for the wolf. These feelings would best be described as
“Get out of the way!” I yelled, tugging at her sleeve. She shook me off and looked at me once again. I could feel her eyes burning on me, making me sit down. I sat criss-crossed, waiting for the wolves to come at me. I survived a bombing, and I will now die from a hungry pack of wolves. I shut my eyes tight, waiting for them to attack. I waited, and waited, and waited.
Description The blood moon is a fateful night for all Werewolves, a child born on that night is sentenced for death, but through a twist of fate she is sparred, but her family is not. No one knows what happens if the blood moon child is allowed to grow, yet fate
Saying goodbye to the clan leader, Dondorian was one of the hardest things Moira had ever done. Her large amber eyes glistened with the strain of the moment, for it had the feel of forever to it. He was a savior, a father, a friend. It was he that set her free as a young slave. And he who invited her into his wagon as a child of his own. It was he that wrapped her in a hug that communicated more to her then he would ever voice. "We adapt, survive, maintain, circle through, but we come home. Remember that, Dreamdancer, and come home."
his human form, he escaped the king's wolf hunt by imploring the king for mercy and accompanied the king thereafter. His behaviour at court was so much gentler than when his wife and her new husband appeared at court, that his hateful attack on the couple was deemed justly motivated, and the truth was revealed.
He tied his boat off and started to climb the cliffs. He knew that no one had lived to tell what was behind the cloud, but still he climbed. His motivation was to prove everyone wrong and come back alive to tell what was behind the cloud. The chances of
A chorus of howls echoed maliciously from the tree line. The air was dense with night and the humidity dulled Rainsford’s senses. Wolves, or any other manner of beast could be lurking within the shrubbery, their fangs dripping with blood. He jogged to the nearest tree and shimmied up its thick trunk. A rustle came from his left. “Hoo, Hoo!” Rainsford yelped in surprise as the owl took flight.