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Posted on April 8, 2015 at 02:23:25 AM by Sabre
 I hear him long ever before I see him. I am watching for where he will show himself in the darkness, where he will emerge from the rain and what exactly he might be here for. Weary would not be a good word for me; I am simply suspicious by nature, as all wolves should be. If they knew what was good for them, any way. Which most do not, in my long experience. This wolf, however- the moment he shows his face I know what he is here for. And as he comes at me with jaws wide open, his larger frame covers the distance with ease and like two rutting bucks I meet him head on. I am not a wolf to turn away, to cower, or to flee. I meet my enemy head on, my own jaws parted to hopefully find purchase upon his own neck, shoulder, chest- wherever I might be able to find my mark. It is foolish of me, maybe, a wolf seasoned with age to blatantly meet a hungry wolf head on. That look in his eyes is one I know well, and one often found on starving wolves in the north. Wolves that would do anything for even a glimpse of fresh meat, be it true prey or their very own kind. This wolf, however, reeked of pack and strength and youth, and was not a wolf desperate.
This was a wolf that sought the flesh of his own kind, and even as mismatched irises of mine watch he is an unstoppable powerhouse. Perhaps I could have stood a chance had I turned and gone on my way, out paced him or out matched him in my wit. Perhaps I could have avoided the second pair of jaws that, quite honestly, catch me off guard and I swear at myself and all that my life has been. For in that moment, when savage teeth find the shoulder that is opposite to the white wolf- I know that I have found my end. When two wolves each tug on either end of a hunk of meat, only one thing can happen. That meat will split, and each wolf will devour whatever they might lay their fangs on. Such am I, a simple hunk of meat between two cannibal wolves who seek to devour me whole. A weaker soul would have collapsed, given up, given in to them and let them have what they wanted. I am no such wolf. A savage snarl rips from my belly at the presence of the second wolf and his aim- I am shaking my entire body and aiming to shove the both of them away from myself. They are both quite large, taller than myself though the second one might well be lighter. Both are younger than me, though, and both are very very hungry. I fight and I struggle, regardless of the fact I know that my life has been lost, but I will not be an easy meal for them, no. They would bare my scars and they would remember the wolf of the north that they thought would be such a simple catch. If I managed to get either wolf off of me, it was the one moved away that I would turn on, attempting to snap at any part of them that I could. It is hardly an effort to save my life, as I know that is a thing long since lost. I aim only to wound and leave my reminder on these two nameless beasts, so that the next time they might hope for a meal they may think twice about the consequences to their actions. |