Creative Writing: The King Of Wolves

There once was a land, green and lush with mountains that reached to the sky and seas full of fish. Upon that land there was a kingdom headed by a good king who didn’t tax too much and didn’t execute too many people. The kingdom flourished under his rule. The king, despite what you may believe, the king cared not for his subjects but also cared not for himself (which is why the kingdom prospered) and when he died no heir was left to the throne.

“I am hungry.” The Wolf cried, licking the last of the boy’s blood from his jowls. “I want to feed again.”

The wolf stopped just inches away from Todrick. Suddenly sirens erupted around the corner and swarmed around Todrick and the wolf. The wolf quickly turned his attention to the cars that screeched to a stop. Men in padded uniforms stepped out with weapons that ordinary police officers didn’t carry around. Todrick got up quickly, “Sir step away we have animal control here ready to put this beast down.” Todrick quickly stepped in front of the wolf, unaware of how close he was until he felt the hot breath down his back. “Wait, don’t shoot!” Todrick called out holding up both of his hands. “I know this is all out of the ordinary

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.

The author makes use of the symbolism of the wolves in order to explore conformity within society and how it impedes individual from pursuit of liberation. The first wolf symbolizes the freedom of an individual deviant against societal expectations.However both wolves represents the challenges and the fears of liberty of the bound man faces as he questions his limitations whether “he could amount to without it.”(pg.6). The first wolf proved to be the bound man’s attempt to conform with society, without the ropes “perhaps he would have tried to run away”(pg.5). In the moment he tried conquering his fear of freedom, it seemed completely paradoxical as his limitations allowed him to feel as free. However when his ropes was severed and consequently,

"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.

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.

“But they didn’t die, the Young Warrior saved them.” Simon whimpered reaching for his Mother; he gazed in her eyes silently pleading for his brother to be wrong.

The civilization he meant to build has transmogrified to a forest thick with traps" (121). Not only has he lost his muscle, he's lost his peace of mind as well. The king has become trapped by everything he worked so hard to achieve. His bling, his solid rep, his fantastic crib, and even his methods of ruling become a target for younger, ambitious warlords. His beautiful wife, a peace offering from a young and resentful lesser king, might become a point of contention in the future.

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

“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

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.

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.