Post by Arien Verloren on Jun 11, 2007 23:30:49 GMT -5
The forest is still, quiet... No usual night sounds fill the chilled dark air. Waiting, it seems. The forest is waiting, it's breath held. A harsh panting is heard, a few whispered words of fear and comfort are passed, and a harsh gasp stretches through the silence. But not of the forest, finally letting out it's breath. It was a wolf, silent no in his den, his former loyal pack members silent and grieving around him.
Lela and a few other pups rolled around eachother on the grass, unaware of the events that had passed, and what now faces the pack. Lela's mother Litteken sat on the edge of the feild, talking quietly with other pack hunters. Noting the worry in their voices, Lela broke away from the play and edged forward toward the adults, talking in hushed voices. She only heard bits and pieces, and was not quite sure as to what they were referring to. "...no one to take his place..." "What is the pack to do?" She sensed there was something quite wrong, and that it was not for her ears to hear. Silently, she slunk behnd a nearby bush and sat to hear the rest.
"The pack can not handle this," her mother was saying. "What of the elderly and the pups? All the hunters are too weak from the sickness to take his place."
Lela gasped. What was happening? She knew of the sickness, and had noticed how many wolves had been confined to their dens, but as far as she had known, no one had died besides Yarre. She shuddered t the memory of that night: the wolf, madness flowing from her mouth, had lept from her den, shouting to demons no one could hear, and collasped in the same field she sat in now, her body convulsing until the life was strangled out of her. Lela snapped back to the present, urging her ears to hear the wolf's name. Obviosly it had been someone important.
"Well, what of another leader then? You all know of whom I speak." Diiego was know saying.
Lela couldn't help but gasp. A leader! They had... But no, not anymore. Obiosly he had been the one to succumb (sp?) to the sickness. But she knew not of this stranger. She edged closer.
"Surely not! I heard tell of him, but..." Litteken trailed off, and all the adults became lost in memories for awhile.
"You're right, Litteken," Jager, their lead hunter, now said. "That wouldn't do at all."
All three trailed off, looking at eachother with worry in their eyes. What were they to do, with no one to lead them after this illness?
A few days passed, andnow every wolf knew. Not a wolf walked by without fear in their eyes, often tinged with redness of the sickness. They were desparate, it seemes they would take in almost any wolf who could be at their head. Little did they know that a leader wandered these same woods, and, althoguh young, couls bring their pack back the pride they had lost.
**Note: Both Lela, the carefree but curious pup, and her caring mother Litteken will soon be up for anyone to have as their charries! Check back to the adoption boards! I might place Jagen up there too, still as lead hunter.
Lela and a few other pups rolled around eachother on the grass, unaware of the events that had passed, and what now faces the pack. Lela's mother Litteken sat on the edge of the feild, talking quietly with other pack hunters. Noting the worry in their voices, Lela broke away from the play and edged forward toward the adults, talking in hushed voices. She only heard bits and pieces, and was not quite sure as to what they were referring to. "...no one to take his place..." "What is the pack to do?" She sensed there was something quite wrong, and that it was not for her ears to hear. Silently, she slunk behnd a nearby bush and sat to hear the rest.
"The pack can not handle this," her mother was saying. "What of the elderly and the pups? All the hunters are too weak from the sickness to take his place."
Lela gasped. What was happening? She knew of the sickness, and had noticed how many wolves had been confined to their dens, but as far as she had known, no one had died besides Yarre. She shuddered t the memory of that night: the wolf, madness flowing from her mouth, had lept from her den, shouting to demons no one could hear, and collasped in the same field she sat in now, her body convulsing until the life was strangled out of her. Lela snapped back to the present, urging her ears to hear the wolf's name. Obviosly it had been someone important.
"Well, what of another leader then? You all know of whom I speak." Diiego was know saying.
Lela couldn't help but gasp. A leader! They had... But no, not anymore. Obiosly he had been the one to succumb (sp?) to the sickness. But she knew not of this stranger. She edged closer.
"Surely not! I heard tell of him, but..." Litteken trailed off, and all the adults became lost in memories for awhile.
"You're right, Litteken," Jager, their lead hunter, now said. "That wouldn't do at all."
All three trailed off, looking at eachother with worry in their eyes. What were they to do, with no one to lead them after this illness?
A few days passed, andnow every wolf knew. Not a wolf walked by without fear in their eyes, often tinged with redness of the sickness. They were desparate, it seemes they would take in almost any wolf who could be at their head. Little did they know that a leader wandered these same woods, and, althoguh young, couls bring their pack back the pride they had lost.
**Note: Both Lela, the carefree but curious pup, and her caring mother Litteken will soon be up for anyone to have as their charries! Check back to the adoption boards! I might place Jagen up there too, still as lead hunter.
