Journey
Rating: Unknown (please rate this so I can put in a rating!)
Dedicated to: Pokebeach Members and Staff
Theme: Real-Life Fiction
Credit to:
[member]DNA[/member] for proofreading and editing Prologue. He also rated this story and suggested that it would be either G or PG.
[member]Zyflair[/member] for inspiring me to create this story.
Table of Contents
Prologue- 831 words
Prologue
A young wolf, lost and hungry, ventured across the treacherous canyon. Soon, it would rain, and the deep canyon would be flooded in no time. Even worse for the cowering wolf was that men would be here to hunt for animals. If they shot him in the eye or nose, that was it.
The wolf had always relied on his sharp hearing and smell to hunt (or 'make his way around'). As he ran from one corner to the other, the wolf soon realized that the canyon was just a series of dead ends. If he didn't find the right path to escape out of this dreaded canyon, he would either die of starvation or be shot by one of the men. The wolf was steadily starving to death, and he knew that he had to find some food fast, or he would die. He heard a gunshot, but he hadn't been killed yet. He looked up and realized that it was a bird that had been shot from a flock of birds overhead. This was his chance to finally eat. He looked at the startled bird, which was falling down to a nearby spot. The wolf ran towards the falling bird, until after about five minutes, he stopped. The bird was now directly above the wolf. All he had to do was catch the bird with his mouth and gulp it up. He lifted his head towards the falling bird, and opened his mouth, baring his teeth.
The bird looked down and pointed its talons at the wolf's mouth. It screeched as a warning to the wolf.
The wolf, of course, had to close its eyes when it opened its mouth. He opened his eyes and looked at the bird. He backed off and blinked. He'd never seen a more beautiful bird, let alone one that would give such a warning. Most birds would just cut a wolf's mouth without a second thought. Why had this bird been so nice, as if to beg for mercy, to warn the wolf? Why?
The bird alighted on the ground without even limping or spinning. It didn't show any sign of being hurt. If this was true, that meant the bird had been trying to warn its flock. But how would it have been able to blend in with the flock so nicely? How had it fooled the wolf?
The wolf temporarily forgot his hunger and studied the bird. It looked as large as a eagle, but it seemed as small as a mouse in the sky. The strange bird was a beautiful hue of white with a hint of blue, plus streaks of gray in its fragile yet strong-looking feathers. Its head was shaped like that of a dove's, and its neck seemed to sparkle. Its tail feathers occasionally sparkled as well.
"Pardon me?" the bird chirped.
The wolf blinked again. The pains of his starvation returned, and the wolf howled in agony.
"Hush! Calm down, or you will die," the bird spoke soothingly. The wolf calmed down. He sat down and awaited the bird's response.
"Good. I will repay you for not eating me," the bird said. The wolf's ears pricked up. "You see, I have been lost myself for quite some time. Are you a lone wolf?"
The wolf backed away. He wasn't expecting a question. "Y-yes, sir. I am, you see, terribly hungry, so could I go hunt for food?" he begged.
The bird shook its head. "I'm afraid not. With the humans here, it will be impossible. Of all creatures lying outside my peaceful forest, the human is the worst of them all. It seems to 'own the land' with that menacing black arm. Once the silver rock hits your body, you're done for. And then, they take your poor fur and shave it off and eat your heart for dinner!" The bird frowned. It seemed to glance at something. The wolf took a quick peek at what the bird was looking at. But as soon as the wolf saw the smoke, he immedately headed for cover. Their black arms often smoked as the rock blasted out, from similar experiences that the animal had been in. The wolf was running for the nearby forest that lay beyond the reach of sunlight. He had no choice but to flee. As for the bird, it died when the rocks hit its heart. The wolf would have eaten the poor bird, but he told himself, Don't turn back. That was what prevented the wolf from ever seeing the bird again.
"Yipe! Humans! Get away, you menacing fool!" the awestruck wolf yelped. A dark figure shot out of the smoke. Man. It ran as fast as it could, until it was tired and gave up. The wolf kept running. It was finally at the edge of darkness that shrouded the dense forest. The wolf stopped running. The creature panted as the darkness, seemingly, covered him.
This is the end, the wolf thought.
Rating: Unknown (please rate this so I can put in a rating!)
Dedicated to: Pokebeach Members and Staff
Theme: Real-Life Fiction
Credit to:
[member]DNA[/member] for proofreading and editing Prologue. He also rated this story and suggested that it would be either G or PG.
[member]Zyflair[/member] for inspiring me to create this story.
Table of Contents
Prologue- 831 words
Prologue
A young wolf, lost and hungry, ventured across the treacherous canyon. Soon, it would rain, and the deep canyon would be flooded in no time. Even worse for the cowering wolf was that men would be here to hunt for animals. If they shot him in the eye or nose, that was it.
The wolf had always relied on his sharp hearing and smell to hunt (or 'make his way around'). As he ran from one corner to the other, the wolf soon realized that the canyon was just a series of dead ends. If he didn't find the right path to escape out of this dreaded canyon, he would either die of starvation or be shot by one of the men. The wolf was steadily starving to death, and he knew that he had to find some food fast, or he would die. He heard a gunshot, but he hadn't been killed yet. He looked up and realized that it was a bird that had been shot from a flock of birds overhead. This was his chance to finally eat. He looked at the startled bird, which was falling down to a nearby spot. The wolf ran towards the falling bird, until after about five minutes, he stopped. The bird was now directly above the wolf. All he had to do was catch the bird with his mouth and gulp it up. He lifted his head towards the falling bird, and opened his mouth, baring his teeth.
The bird looked down and pointed its talons at the wolf's mouth. It screeched as a warning to the wolf.
The wolf, of course, had to close its eyes when it opened its mouth. He opened his eyes and looked at the bird. He backed off and blinked. He'd never seen a more beautiful bird, let alone one that would give such a warning. Most birds would just cut a wolf's mouth without a second thought. Why had this bird been so nice, as if to beg for mercy, to warn the wolf? Why?
The bird alighted on the ground without even limping or spinning. It didn't show any sign of being hurt. If this was true, that meant the bird had been trying to warn its flock. But how would it have been able to blend in with the flock so nicely? How had it fooled the wolf?
The wolf temporarily forgot his hunger and studied the bird. It looked as large as a eagle, but it seemed as small as a mouse in the sky. The strange bird was a beautiful hue of white with a hint of blue, plus streaks of gray in its fragile yet strong-looking feathers. Its head was shaped like that of a dove's, and its neck seemed to sparkle. Its tail feathers occasionally sparkled as well.
"Pardon me?" the bird chirped.
The wolf blinked again. The pains of his starvation returned, and the wolf howled in agony.
"Hush! Calm down, or you will die," the bird spoke soothingly. The wolf calmed down. He sat down and awaited the bird's response.
"Good. I will repay you for not eating me," the bird said. The wolf's ears pricked up. "You see, I have been lost myself for quite some time. Are you a lone wolf?"
The wolf backed away. He wasn't expecting a question. "Y-yes, sir. I am, you see, terribly hungry, so could I go hunt for food?" he begged.
The bird shook its head. "I'm afraid not. With the humans here, it will be impossible. Of all creatures lying outside my peaceful forest, the human is the worst of them all. It seems to 'own the land' with that menacing black arm. Once the silver rock hits your body, you're done for. And then, they take your poor fur and shave it off and eat your heart for dinner!" The bird frowned. It seemed to glance at something. The wolf took a quick peek at what the bird was looking at. But as soon as the wolf saw the smoke, he immedately headed for cover. Their black arms often smoked as the rock blasted out, from similar experiences that the animal had been in. The wolf was running for the nearby forest that lay beyond the reach of sunlight. He had no choice but to flee. As for the bird, it died when the rocks hit its heart. The wolf would have eaten the poor bird, but he told himself, Don't turn back. That was what prevented the wolf from ever seeing the bird again.
"Yipe! Humans! Get away, you menacing fool!" the awestruck wolf yelped. A dark figure shot out of the smoke. Man. It ran as fast as it could, until it was tired and gave up. The wolf kept running. It was finally at the edge of darkness that shrouded the dense forest. The wolf stopped running. The creature panted as the darkness, seemingly, covered him.
This is the end, the wolf thought.
