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Wolves in winter


Jan 8, 2012, 12:43:53 PM by ~OmegaWolfOfWinter
Journals / Personal




Nocturn and Elora dug their teeth into the carcass of a freshly killed deer, dragging it into the trees before tearing at the tough skin, tasting the red meat inside. the two wolves had not eaten in 3 days, but this was often the way of things for wolves in the far north. they had hidden from the invading two-legs, furless cowards who attacked them from afar. the deer had wandered too far from the herd and was easily brought down by the wolves. Nocturn looked at his mate, a wild look in his eyes as blood dripped from his white fangs. he found himself engulfed in the instincts that caused them to mate. so close to the fresh ****, they satiated the hungers of their bodies. the snow around them stunk of wolf, multiple fluids casting scents about them, along with the metallic smelling blood and the smell of pine. they ate of the deer once again, staining their fur with blood. the blizzard
was building up and the wind threw off the scents of everything, including the strong bear scent Coming from behind the wolves. the bear growled deep in its throat and roared, charging the wolves and challenging them for the carcass. the bear barreled through them, knocking elora aside with a strike of its claws, knocking her into a tree with deep gashes in her shoulder. nocturn growled and jumped onto the bear's back, sinking his fangs into the bear's neck and scratching at the heavy fur. the bear grabbed nocturn by the scruff of his neck and threw him against a tree, knocking his head against the trunk wwith a dull thunk. nocturn saw stars and then nothing.
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when nocturn woke up, he heard the soft whimpering cries of his mate and he jumped to his feet, searching desperately for her. he found her, half buried in snow and bleeding. nocturn dug her out frantically, seeing how she shivered against the blizzard winds. he whimpered and pressed up against her, lending as much body heat as possible. "leave... me... nocturn.."
he looked at her, fear plastered on his face.
"I'll never leave you, youre all i have." he nuzzled against her and whimpered again.
"the bear... broke something inside... inside me... i wont survive the night..." her voice was weak and shaky. her white fur was ******, and he cared not that his own black fur was covered in it as well. "i'll never leave you, elora. we are mates, you and i."
elora smiled slightly before coughing, the most painful cough as blood sprayed from her maw. "when i die... return to the pack and let them know..."
"elora..."
"its... time..."
"please dont leave me..."
"search for me... in the stars... my love..." her eyes began to close.
"elora. please... dont go..."
"i love you..." her eyes shut completely, and she breathed her last breath.
"elora?... elora!!" he nudged her body helplessly. "elora..." he stood slowly, staring at his paws,"this shouldnt have happened..."
he raised his head and howled, long and slow,mourning the loss of his mate. when the storm cleared, a single star shone brighter than the rest
2 months later, nocturn stumbled into the middle of his old pack, insane and ******. his eyes were dilated and his muscles quivered. he kept whispering, "i found him, elora... i found him... i killed him, for you, elora... for you...." a trail of blood followed him, and when the trackers followed it, it led straight to the shredded carcass of a grizzly. over the next few months, nocturn's insanity faded, but he hardly talked. however, every night, he howled long and soft, as if he were mourning. when the alpha asked, nocturn replied, "i wish the grizzly had killed me too... it shouldnt have happened... not to her... it should have been me..."

"it should have been me..."

2 years passed and still. nocturn howled every night in mourning. yet this night, he felt something strange. he sniffed the air and smelled the sweet scent of his lost mate. he whimpered and followed the scent, crying out. "elora! elora!" he ran, as fast as his paws would carry him. he stopped only when he saw her, a ghostly white form of her, waiting for him. he ran to her, crying, "please, elora! take me with you! i have missed you so!"
elora responded, "it has taken a while for me to get here, nocturn. i have misssed you also. it gladdens me that you've not forgotten me."
"i could never forget you, my love. take me, and together we can dance among the stars for eternity!"
elora smiled, then licked his cheek, "then come, we have been apart long enough."
nocturn howled once and disappeared, along with elora, whisped away in a breeze. many wolves looked, but none found him. though they often heard a wolf couple howling far in the distance. theres even a legend saying that if you look close enough, that you can see the couple. dancing among the stars for eternity.
DAVID Dec 2015
SOMETIMES A MORTAL FEELS IN HIMSELF NATURE
--NOT HIS FATHER BUT HIS MOTHER STIRS
WITHIN HIM, AND HE BECOMES INMORTAL WITH HER
INMORTALITY. FROM TIME TO TIME SHE CLAIMS
KINDREDSHIP WWITH US, AND SOME GLOBULE
FROM HER VEINS STEALS UP INTO OUR OWN.

I AM THE AUTUMNAL SUN,
WITH AUTUMN GALES MY RACE IS RUN
WHEN WILL THE HAZEL PUT FORTH ITS FLOERS,
OR THE GRAPE RIPEN UNDER MY BOWERS¿
WHEN WILL THE HARVEST OR THE HUNTER'S MOON
TURN MI MIDNIGTH INTO MID-NOON
I AM ALL SEERE AND YELLOW,
AND TO MY CORE MELLOW.
THE MAST IS DROPPING WITHIN M WOODS,
THE WINTER IS LURKING WITHIN MY MOODS,
AND THE RUSTLING OFN THE WITHERED LEAF
IS THE CONSTANT MUSIC OF MI GRIEF....



HENRY DAVID THOUREAU AN AMERICAN TITAN VERY UNKNOWN AND MY FAVORITE YANKEE POET. SO GOOD, AS SHELLEY. THIS SHOULD BE HERE. HENRY DAVID THOUREAU THE GREAT AMERICAN ORIGINAL, CIVYL DESOBEDIANCE IS SO ******* GOOD WALDEN TOO, BUT HIS POEMS ARE BEAUTIFUL AND MELLOW.
SO MELLOW AN BEAUTIFUL
chainedwhore Nov 2014
Im not going to be on here much anymore......
it makes me sad that you dont talk to me much now....
I guess i meant nothing but i just dont feel thats the truth !!

I hate to read your twitter accts...it really upsets me ,
But what should i expect......

from someone who cheats on the "best friend" wwith some older chick for 4 months for money from some old *** guy.

I just need to keep telling myself that you hate me and i meant nothing to u.






so i will just sit and cry like i usually do.
ugh i hate this ****.
Simeon Oct 29
(this thing is a bit wild but I became obbsesed wwith the concept , apoligies if it makes no sense)            

                        Death be proud||du O R pe B hta E d
                               Forever lost||T s O lre VERO f
                      all has said truth||H t URT dia S s A h LL a
ghost magot and buried nun ||n UNDE i R ubdnat O g A m T so H

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