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The fog was dense in the early morn. The sun had not yet risen and the moon was still full but sinking.
A small wolf cub prowled in the misty darkness. The pup followed the scent of a carcass nearby. He crept into the village, which was much too quiet, even for a day such as that.
The scent of death was overwhelming, and the eerie sensation of gloom pierced even the pup.
He sat and surveyed all that he could.
Not a breeze rose, not a snore sounded. The farmers had not risen and a blood red haze formed above the village as the sun dared peak over the mountain that had shielded him from the horrid scene that awaited the burning light.
At the far reach of the pup’s impaired vision he spotted the first cadaver. He trotted over, smelling the deliciously fresh scent of blood, and craving the taste of a fresh kill.
This one was not yet completely deceased, but all the better to eat for it. The pup walked to the helpless man and began to lap up the blood pooling in the hole in the man’s stomach. A moment later the cub began to shred apart and swallow down the man’s innards.
The man died with the mere dream of crying out in pain.
Hours passed and the fog lifted, leaving the sun to survey the entire gruesome scene. From his high perch he could see the daytime scavengers disposing of the decapitated, maimed, mutilated and unrecognizable corpses. The sun heard the screams of those who could, but were too far gone to hold hope for.
There was one body, the sun saw, that the scavengers did not touch. The same small pup sat near it, staring into the female’s face.
The sun was relieved when the earth permitted him, once again, to hide his burning face behind the mountains.
The moon then made her march.
Having had the misfortune to watch the battle in which this scene was formed, the moon surveyed the work that lay before her, as her predecessor would not.
She called on the wolves again, they howled in response.
Having begun her work she examined the setting more closely.
A survivor!
One still lived! And even further, one of my own wolves guards the body!
The moon, merciful as ever blessed the being with no memory of the battle. She shall have nothing but a name and her companion. Her obvious prowess and will have led her this far, and her constitution has upheld her health, there seems to be nothing more I can grant her.
The star audience twinkled, nodding in agreement.
And so the female was granted a blessing from the moon, approval from the stars and pity of the sun.
The sun rose again and looked down on the lone
 Diimari_Lives · Sat Sep 15, 2007 @ 01:34am · 2 Comments |
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