Remiel yipped in pain as the frost clawed into the pads of his paws. The cry reverberated in the night, echoing off of nothingness and returning to pound in his ears. He winced and folded his ears back, dropping to his ribcage and lifting his shoulders up to brace his neck. He rolled around savagely, and after a few moments of seeming agony, he ceased both his cries and his actions. His paws were placed beside his head, body scrunched into a ball.
His brown fur was scattered with shards of ice, fear once again punctured his gaze and he bolted across the snow, paws penetrating the crusty layer. Eventually he tripped. Forepaw snared on a ridg
Why the Wolf howls to the Moon by kaeisace, literature
Literature
Why the Wolf howls to the Moon
In ancient times, when the trees were still young, and mankind was primitive, lived two families, both more advanced than the humans around them. Each family was vain, struggling to stay ahead of the other in the race to become wealthier, more powerful than the other. But, each family bore only one heir, one family a princess, and the other a prince.
Each night, in palaces of ivory and gold, the young royalty were prompted to marry, and then the next day they would be sent into the village to search, though both had someone in mind.
The two would sneak out of the palace every night, meet where the forest met the water's edge and talk f
Azrael grinned as the quiet groans of the computer signaled its coming to life. The screen burst into light and the fair-haired boy lifted his hand to the wireless mouse that sat prominently on the metallic desk. It lurched into motion and he opened the mainframe coding source for the computer. The keyboard clicked rapidly as he typed in letters and numbers before considering his input and clicking the 'enter' button. The computer responded in bright white letters against the sheer black, Azrael nodded and clicked a small button on the desk.
"Peter," he stated, and looked towards the far wall. A shrill dial tone could be heard from speaker
Cerulean hues mingle with the alabaster light of the fading moon.
A single song emitted from well trained vocals
Rises from the wind and pierces the sky with its somber tone,
Declaring a pact with the unbounded void.
Thick lashes are clasped in a melancholy focus,
Felt ears folded against a silken mane.
Light pirouettes across each finely spun hair,
Whiskers trembling in the warm breeze.
Fog ebbs against the border of the moon,
Floating in the sky like a ghostly marionette.
The warm winter wind plays beneath each plume,
Soothing and caressing its caller.
In the timeless silence broken by a single howl,
heard before in the wind an
Frayed wires pierce the sky, ridged against the sunset as if mourning the loss of an ancient god. The wires are rusted and eroded by the toxic air, humid and vibrating in the silence not heard for centuries. Orange vines coil up the crumbled cement walls, the thin leaves withered, no nutrients borne from the parched earth. Roots have surfaced from any rainfall the sky may have spared, but the moisture has long evaporated and escaped through the thin netting of the eggshell atmosphere.
Now, it's not everyday I would chose to stir from my lazy bed between a few ragged, dust-crusted chair, ochre and faded crimson, and the stale cement walls,
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so much homework. ;0; but yes! today is friday and then i have two three-day weeks in a row. which makes me extremely happy. ;D
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