Creative Writing: Wolves

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."

“Who are they?” Asked Georg quickly, straining his eyes to see what the other gladly would not have seen. “Wolves.”

Had there been a dream? Something about … no, she couldn’t remember. It was all so bleak, all so very similar. Too long. It had been too long. She sighed and her breath filled the room. She could feel its warmth and it comforted her some. Slowly, she opened her eyes.

Suddenly the growling was even more intense. It was menacing. Turning around thorough the glass window and darkness of night Caroline saw a pair of icy blue illuminating eyes staring back at her. Before she could calculate what was going on a large black wolf came through the glass window shattering it and a sharp pain dug in her neck and every thing went black.

“In the new dream the dragon-like thing was between them, and somehow the mother managed to get the girl away. When her daughter finished telling the story, there was a bizarre look on the mother's face. As soon as she asked what was wrong, the mother explained. Those were not dreams. How’s that for spirits?”

“Thank you for coming on such short notice, Father.” a weary voice said as the door opened. He had thinning grey hair, a scruffy beard, and looked downright distraught.

“Other one…” The voice was louder. I opened both of my eyes to see a wolf. A wolf sitting in front of me, tongue out, and a glint of light in its eyes. Was this the thing that was talking to me?

His actions also reflect his sympathy and regret for the wolf—he closes her eyes with his thumb, a sign of respect for the dead. He puts his hands to her forehead and imagines her alive—accompanied by “starlight” and the “sun’s coming”, dispelling the night / his regret. The language here is descriptive, upbeat even; in contrast to the simple, unelaborate diction of before. The wolf is seen as one of “all nations of the possible world ordained by God.” Her running freely causes “the cries of the coyotes” to clap “shut as if a door had closed upon

“Buut my name’s Gavin dad..” he simply stared at me with a smirk, his face only made me think more. As I pulled the covers of my bed up past my nose I started to think more, and the more I thought the more I could hear the shivers running quickly down my back, almost as every bone in my spine was popping, I could hear it, this had to be a dream.

dreamed that they would be in love for the rest of their lives. She dreamed that her childhood dream of

“Wolves? There haven’t been wolves in these woods for decades, not since you folks chased them away.” Bender narrowed his eyes, crossed his arms, and glared at the men.

“I want you to know that you don’t have to feel alone. I know you wanna reach out for your grandma, but your mother and I are still here.”

“I suppose he is the side that’s my familiar.” The woman gave a hint of a chuckle. “Most witches are rather dull. Consumed with coven duties and various old rituals. Most of them haven’t been brought into this century.” There was clear disdain in her tone for her own kind, but she swiftly changed direction. “I couldn’t sense what you were immediately. If I had known, I don’t know if I would have helped. Werewolves are not something we ever want to mix with. Not only does it go against our laws, but we all have our own struggle with the war.” She wasn’t even sure why she was trying to justify her actions to him.

“You’re ruining my concentration. How am I supposed to catch your stupid wolf if you keep talking to me?”

"Wait... wolves? Like... Lycanthrope? Wynonna-" Waverly went to the window, full of energy- nervous and otherwise.