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Rambles of an Insane WolfI wished for so much.
Light's warm fur against mine, yellowed like the bees,
her eyes, like spring flowers,
her scent, fresh like the morning breeze.
But that was before.
They came and took all they could from me, leaving ashes with our demise.
The cowards fled, fled off to sea,
the clouds would have scattered without me.
Perhaps bragging is too much, too much for what I hope,
I hope that the islands far
will contain a different path on which to lope.
A Little EternityEvery day, he would draw something new, in his hospital bed, next to all of the pipes and tubes that kept him alive.
He would create a new world, somewhere where you and him could venture into, a little refuge in a sea of sharks.
He would teach you something new every day. Shading. Shapes. Shadows.
He had a goal, a goal that he had to accomplish before he grew too ill to continue. He would use every single type of paper and the art tool that went with it, and he would draw a landscape on it.
He was an artist at heart. He didn't do it for the fame. Nor the money. He did it because he loved it.
Day by day, he grew sicker and sicker. Day by day, a little part of him was lost.
His only fear was that he wouldn't be able to accomplish his goal, and his dreams would dissolve into oblivion.
Every day, you and him would venture into the world of art.
Create a little eternity in a finite world.
LupineI am a mere wolf, they say.
They charge into the forests, their weapons slung over their shoulders,
walking upright, some strange abomination of nature.
I have watched as they took the soul from the ones that I hold close,
watched as they treaded on my forest,
watched as my pack died at their hands.
And then I saw what they did to them.
Their bodies on their shoulders, taken away from the places where they will rot.
Their fur cut off, made into pelts, as if they didn't already have one.
And now, that splitting, cracking noise again. They are coming.
There are no packmates to shove in front of me, to save my guilty fur.
No trees to hide behind, as they have burnt them down.
Nowhere to dart, as the river rushes around me.
Another cracking sound. They are here.
I look into their eyes, far above me. And I see nothing.
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Shadow Fang emerged from the shaded relief of the area under a large oak. He was a normal enough guy, with fair skin, thick brows, and neat, wavy dark hair. The only odd thing that a few keen-eyed passersby might have noticed were his amber, wolflike eyes, and the fact that he walked uncertainly, as if on foreign ground.
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