Post by shimimiyuki on May 28, 2009 16:15:01 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]For those of you who watch me on Deviantart, then this story is familiar. But felt like posting it here too lol.[/glow]
The night was cold and a little wet thanks to the rain from a few hours ago. But that wasn't going to stop the white wolf from hunting her favorite food...sheep. She knew that the farmer was asleep and that his dog was already dealt with. That was the first thing that she did. All that was left was to silence the sheep. Behind her far back in the forest her three little pups waited in silence like she instructed them.
Slowly she crept up to the sheep and started to pick out her first victim. Hunger gnawed at her stomach and made little noises only audible to her. The sheep was still unaware of her though she was so close to them. Maybe a few feet away. At last she had her victim, a small lamb. That would satisfy her a little more and give her
enough energy to go after the bigger sheep. She thought of the silly little lamb that was about to be her dinner.
With a leap, she latched onto the throat of the lamb and drew her jaws tighter to lessen the squealing of the little one. Soon the entire herd was awake and bleating, trying to call their protector that was killed earlier by the white she wolf. But now there was no stopping her. She had the taste of blood in her mouth. It was her sweet life giver, it also gave her strength.
The farmer looked out his window to see his herd in a panic. Looking for his dog and wondering why the mutt wasn't doing its job, he grabbed his gun and headed out the front door.
Blood stained her face and paws as she ripped open the lamb, eating it inside out.
The farmer opened the door and tripped over a lump by the door. Taking a closer look at the lump, he saw that it was his dog. Its guts littered the front porch.
Finished with her first meal, she went ofter the others, going for their necks so that she doesn't waste energy trying to get past their wool.
The farmers dog had its eyes rolled to the back of his head, its tongue hanging out, its guts pulled out and scattered across the yard, leading to the front of the sheep's fence.
There were four sheep dead so far. The white she wolf was now just killing them for the fun of it.
Scared, the farmer went back in the house and set of the alarm to awake the tenants that slept there and helped out on the farm. Awakened, they grabbed their guns and gathered at the farmers house.
Now there were seven out of the fourteen sheep dead. The white she wolf heard the alarm and stopped tearing apart the seventh sheep and looked ahead at the farm, then looked at the sky and howled.
The farmer and the rest of the group stopped and and cocked their guns with the one that had a flashlight out in front.
Sensing a bigger challenge, the wolf stopped tearing up the eigth sheep and slowly crept towards the opening of the fence, watching the light bounce as it came closer.
The first shot was fired. It missed the wolf and hit one of the sheep making nine dead. Off in the woods, the pups lay asleep not knowing what was going on at the farm. Each of of them just as white as their mother, even though their father was jet black. Back at the farm, the white wolf let out a loud growl that sent shivers down the farmers back.
Leaping over the fence, the white wolf went for the one with the flashlight, killing him as fast as she could, drenching his gun and light in blood. Now her entire underbelly was covered in blood. Shots fired in her direction as the light went out. Some hit the sheep killing the last five sheep that remained, leaving multiple bullet holes in each. Others hit the fence, as others hit the wolf and the dead body.
Feeling the bullets hit her drove her fury and heightened her fun. Though bleeding in many places she continued her slaughter. Another farm tenant died, then another, and another, and another. The farmer dropped his empty gun and ran back to the house. Living in the middle of nowhere left the farmer without neighbors to help him. The closest people to him was his wife and the tenants that lived there. But the tenants were now dead. Because of the swiftness of the attacks
he couldn't see what had killed him. But what ever it was, it was smart.
The she wolf ran after the farmer and attacked him from behind, slashing at his back and going for his neck. The blood that flowed from her took her strength away and made it harder to kill him. But she got him in the neck and snapped it. In an instant the farmer was dead. The white she wolf limped to the middle of the killing field and laid down in the moonlight.
Finally before dying she saw the images of her and her pups playing and the love that they gave her. She thought of them sleeping in the den she made for them. Then, just before she died she let out a mournful howl.
Back at the den, the pups awoke and heard their mothers dieing howl and then they themselves howled in return. Even deeper in the woods another wolf, this one being all sades of brown, gray and black, also heard the howling of mother and pups howled in unison with them. As did every wolf within hearing range cry out for their fallen comrade.
The night was cold and a little wet thanks to the rain from a few hours ago. But that wasn't going to stop the white wolf from hunting her favorite food...sheep. She knew that the farmer was asleep and that his dog was already dealt with. That was the first thing that she did. All that was left was to silence the sheep. Behind her far back in the forest her three little pups waited in silence like she instructed them.
Slowly she crept up to the sheep and started to pick out her first victim. Hunger gnawed at her stomach and made little noises only audible to her. The sheep was still unaware of her though she was so close to them. Maybe a few feet away. At last she had her victim, a small lamb. That would satisfy her a little more and give her
enough energy to go after the bigger sheep. She thought of the silly little lamb that was about to be her dinner.
With a leap, she latched onto the throat of the lamb and drew her jaws tighter to lessen the squealing of the little one. Soon the entire herd was awake and bleating, trying to call their protector that was killed earlier by the white she wolf. But now there was no stopping her. She had the taste of blood in her mouth. It was her sweet life giver, it also gave her strength.
The farmer looked out his window to see his herd in a panic. Looking for his dog and wondering why the mutt wasn't doing its job, he grabbed his gun and headed out the front door.
Blood stained her face and paws as she ripped open the lamb, eating it inside out.
The farmer opened the door and tripped over a lump by the door. Taking a closer look at the lump, he saw that it was his dog. Its guts littered the front porch.
Finished with her first meal, she went ofter the others, going for their necks so that she doesn't waste energy trying to get past their wool.
The farmers dog had its eyes rolled to the back of his head, its tongue hanging out, its guts pulled out and scattered across the yard, leading to the front of the sheep's fence.
There were four sheep dead so far. The white she wolf was now just killing them for the fun of it.
Scared, the farmer went back in the house and set of the alarm to awake the tenants that slept there and helped out on the farm. Awakened, they grabbed their guns and gathered at the farmers house.
Now there were seven out of the fourteen sheep dead. The white she wolf heard the alarm and stopped tearing apart the seventh sheep and looked ahead at the farm, then looked at the sky and howled.
The farmer and the rest of the group stopped and and cocked their guns with the one that had a flashlight out in front.
Sensing a bigger challenge, the wolf stopped tearing up the eigth sheep and slowly crept towards the opening of the fence, watching the light bounce as it came closer.
The first shot was fired. It missed the wolf and hit one of the sheep making nine dead. Off in the woods, the pups lay asleep not knowing what was going on at the farm. Each of of them just as white as their mother, even though their father was jet black. Back at the farm, the white wolf let out a loud growl that sent shivers down the farmers back.
Leaping over the fence, the white wolf went for the one with the flashlight, killing him as fast as she could, drenching his gun and light in blood. Now her entire underbelly was covered in blood. Shots fired in her direction as the light went out. Some hit the sheep killing the last five sheep that remained, leaving multiple bullet holes in each. Others hit the fence, as others hit the wolf and the dead body.
Feeling the bullets hit her drove her fury and heightened her fun. Though bleeding in many places she continued her slaughter. Another farm tenant died, then another, and another, and another. The farmer dropped his empty gun and ran back to the house. Living in the middle of nowhere left the farmer without neighbors to help him. The closest people to him was his wife and the tenants that lived there. But the tenants were now dead. Because of the swiftness of the attacks
he couldn't see what had killed him. But what ever it was, it was smart.
The she wolf ran after the farmer and attacked him from behind, slashing at his back and going for his neck. The blood that flowed from her took her strength away and made it harder to kill him. But she got him in the neck and snapped it. In an instant the farmer was dead. The white she wolf limped to the middle of the killing field and laid down in the moonlight.
Finally before dying she saw the images of her and her pups playing and the love that they gave her. She thought of them sleeping in the den she made for them. Then, just before she died she let out a mournful howl.
Back at the den, the pups awoke and heard their mothers dieing howl and then they themselves howled in return. Even deeper in the woods another wolf, this one being all sades of brown, gray and black, also heard the howling of mother and pups howled in unison with them. As did every wolf within hearing range cry out for their fallen comrade.