Daily Prompt

[Braeth Frostfawn]

Day 7 - July 17, 2014 By Yair-Leibovich

[Braeth Frostfawn]

In the morning he awakens. he plays with his brothers he wrestles with his sisters he learns to howl and hunt and survive. By midday, he's part of the pack. he stalks his prey he fights for dominance he breeds with his mate At night he grows tired. his bones ache consantly his eyes don't see well his coat fades to gray. Then, he lays his head down to rest.

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Day 7 - July 17, 2014

The grey wolf, with the golden eyes stared out over the moonlit edge of the cliff that it stood upon, as it's thoughts began to wander endlessly. Although its fur was some-what matted, it was only four years old. This male wolf had tried to take on the alpha for his position and had failed miserably, so the alpha had chased him out of the pack, making the wolf a lone wolf. It had been a lone wolf for several months, however although he had lasted this long, his spirit and his will was wearing thin, as the loneliness slowly ate away at him. It was true what they said about a lone wolf might as well be a dead wolf, he mused as he looked over the edge of the cliff, he never thought it true, never wanted to believe it till now. The cliff was high, so high up that you couldn't even see the land below, or was there water? He wouldn't jump, no, for the moon was high and he had a few words to say to the moon, he wanted to voice his loneliness that he knew, that only the moon would understand. He had not met another lone wolf, maybe because they believed that a lone wolf was a dead wolf, he thought to himself as he slowly sat back upon his haunches.

Being alone, was a curse. A wolf could want to curl up with fellow pack mates or hunt in a pack to take down a large beast that will be happily enough to trample or kick you. He wanted to play with the other wolves or to just simply share a meal together. He wanted a mate to have young puppies and be able to watch them grow up with the love and care that only a pair of adult wolves could provide. He wanted to run with a pack and to die with a pack, however, that was no longer an option for this lone wolf. For even daring to challenge the alpha, he would never call a fellow wolf brother or sister. Perhaps one day, he may find a pack that may be willing enough to let him in, but he highly doubt that. For a wolf, there was only one chance at a pack and once you broke that chance, there was no going back. He lifted his golden gaze towards the moon then as sadness settled in them, chances were, this wolf would die a lone wolf unless he could change the out come. It was known that lone wolves could become feral, much more feral than a wolf with a pack. For a wolf without a pack had nothing to loose. Lifting his muzzle a howl would split the quiet night as a song of loneliness filled it instead.

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"Even when the rain falls,
You & I will stand tall."

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[Shoshana Re Menehat]

Your time has come, Liam Neeson. Tirelessly the grey wolf had tracked through snow, through blizzards, biting winds, what remained of his pack was never far behind. The slaughter of their clan had been unforgiveable. Yes, there had been some females who had advised against the continuation of the violence. They had killed some of the humans, and the humans had responded in kind; and when would it all end? But he was in charge now. And it would end right here.

The leader of the human pack, who had wielded the unmeltable ice tinged with foul-smelling poisons, they would catch him, and he would die. They were gaining on him. He could smell it in the wind. Desperation, fear, terrible cologne. Now the sun was setting, this time would be different. My name is Inigo Wolfoya, you killed my family, prepare to die.

[Braeth Frostfawn]

Day 8 - July 18th, 2014 By Sylar113

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Day 8 - July 18th, 2014

Night had fallen over the bridge that crossed over one of the many canals within the city. Perched on the side of the bridge, was a red headed, collared kelvic and a sigh graced her red lips as she huddled into her black cloak. It was a chilly night and without the usual coat that her wolf side could provide, she was cold, so the cloak and the gifted red scarf that her master had given her was the only warmth that she had to rely on. The young wolf was out sitting upon the side of the bridge, for reasons unknown to her, for her master was doing something with the water, magic she assumed. Her master wouldn't dare dream of teaching this young woman the ways of magic, for every time she broached the topic with him, he would clam up and he would get a furious look within his brown eyes and before she would know it, she was being punished for even bothering to ask. Indeed, he had high goals for her, but she was very much like her animal counter-part, probably because she had spent a good three years living as a wolf. Some habits was just too hard to kick to the curve.

Anger and frustration boiled within her as she was denied freedom of being who she really was and a low growl reach her lips. It was hard not to get frustrated, especially when the whole concept of being human eluded her for the most part. Again and again she tried, but she just could not get it right. There was too many rules to being human and more than once she just wanted to break out in anger, to tear through flesh, ligaments and bones. To taste blood as it stained her red fur a deeper crimson colour. Deep inside, she was nothing but a feral beast, tamed by a few words and a strong hand of her master's. To the young wolf, the human world was just a painted picture on a canvas, on the outside it told you one story and on the inside it told a whole different story. Why people tried to act like something they were not, was a mystery and it was something that her master was trying to shape her to be. A perfect acting human on the outside and feral on the inside, where he could attempt to keep her lust for blood at bay.

No matter how much she felt about the human concept, her master wanted her to be better than an animal, to be human, but she thought that being a wolf was more graceful than being that of a human. Because although a wolf could be feral and crave for the blood of its hunt, at least they cared for each, looked out for each brother and sister, protected each other. Humans were more likely to stab each other in the back if they ever got the chance to. They fought with one another on a daily basis and when they were not doing that, they made evil plans to make sure that one felled like a cut tree. Her hazel hues peered into the water, where the moon was reflected off of the surface and a pale woman stared back at her. All she could see within those wide eyes, was pain, misery and sadness as she realized that although she could wish to be just a plain wolf, to live a simple life, it would never happen. For her master's tight grip was wound not just around her throat, but he controlled her mind with his magic. She would be, nothing but his puppet and a faithful servant. A prisoner within her own mind.

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"Even when the rain falls,
You & I will stand tall."

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[Shoshana Re Menehat]

"This moon gets heavier every year," the nymph complained to her audience, though it was no trouble. The smile on her face revealed that it was no trouble. "No one understands how heavy the moon really is, when you have to reel it up all by yourself and it's all drippin wet as it is. Such a lot of heaviness for such a lot of light, as my da always said, he did," the craggly bark of her features wrinkled further in merriment. "Not like after those blokes put it through the wringer to flatten it out, much heavier, an there's four of those chaps."

For generations the tree-spirits family had been in charge of the moon's polishing. It was done once every cycle, they plucked the moon from its place in the cosmos and bathed it in the river. The humans called it a "New Moon", trying to describe the night of darkness. Tonight one of the human children had wandered out of bed and was watching.

"The thing is, you humans don't know how accurate it is, this 'New Moon' business," continued the old nymph with a merry twinkle in her eye. "You see, child, we clean the moon and it is good as new, and you can tell your people so in the morning."

Wonderment had replaced all notions of sleepiness the redheaded child might have had. Pure magic as the kindly tree-lady proudly explained the hardships of being in charge of the moon's upkeep. Glowing fairies zipped by, giggling at the elderly nymph, winking at the child, the river below seemed to be flowing over a xylophone as it struck merry note after merry note.

"It's time," announced the moon's maid and began struggling against her fishing pole as though she'd caught a whale. SPLASH! The moon emerged dripping from the waters, shining brighter than all the diamonds in the world put together. The child gasped as a group of dwarves clomped over the bridge's wooden planks to catch the moon in their silver, gem-encrusted net, and off they hustled to get the moon through the wringer and hang it back in the sky before morning.

"Goodnight, child," spoke the nymph, suddenly sounding a lot like the little girl's grandmother. Who knew how long it was, or had been, when she woke up in her own bed to the sound of birds outside her window?

[Braeth Frostfawn]

"You are troubled. Speak to me, friend." Gogog was always a strange one, a skinless creatures with glowing eyes, but a person... well, not a person like a human, but something entirely different, but kinder. Anyway, Gogog was a friend of Tina's. Gogog had been a friend to Tina long before she had any human friends back home. In fact, to complicate things, he had been her friend before she even comprehended what a friend was. Thankfully, he had always been wise, gentle, and comforting. Tina shrugged her shoulders. It was true. "Gogog, I'll be sixteen soon. There's so much expected of me back at home." She spoke, she could feel her words dancing through the singing breeze, she felt the trees and stars looking towards her in anxiety and curiosity. Everything here seemed to revolve around her. It was comforting. They were here for her, but demanded nothing. Not like at home, where nobody saw her unless they wanted something. Why couldn't she just stay here? "I understand, friend. Life is simpler here, friend. Everything I do here, we all do here, it just for the sake of being happy, and making you happy, friend. That land you call home, is not so, friend. You belong at home, you belong here, friend." Tina was quick to agree with a vigorous nod of the head. She was just thinking that herself! "Gogog, how do I stay here?" "You cannot, this time, friend. When you sleep in one place, you awaken in the other, friend. Until you sleep forever on one side, can you live forever in the other, friend." Gogog slowly reeled up his fishing rod, on the end was a tiny house with a family inside singing joyfully over their meal, oblivious to being snagged out of the river by Gogog. He shrugged, took the house, and sat it next to him on the bridge before casting the line back into the starry waters. "Gogog loves Tina. But Gogog cannot ask Tina to do what she considers. This world is your home, but the other has value as well, friend." Gogog reeled his line in again, this time, the river itself was being pulled upwards to their feet. That was silly. Gogog shook his line until the river fell off and back into place. Tina watched idly. Normally she would be excited just to be here. It was always a new exciting adventure. Now, she was distracted. Gogog pulled his line once more, revealing a second moon, shining, small, and he watched as it lifted itself into the sky to rest beside the other. A second moon, like two small planets, radiating happily. "Gogog. Tomorrow, I think I'll be here forever with you. I just need to tell mom and dad goodbye." Gogog set his rod down on the bridge and looked over at Tina. Though he appeared to be no more than glowing eyes, permanent shadows, and a cloak, she saw those glowing orbs filled with tears. Was he crying? Could he? "Gogog is happy, friend. For so long he had wished Tina would say this. Come, friend. Let us tell the others the good news." Tina stood up, feeling the emotion hit her like a ton of bricks. She wrapped her arms around Gogog and began to bawl, and he two sobbed in awkward echo-like hiccups. Yes, this is where Tina belonged.

[Braeth Frostfawn]

Day 9 - July 19th, 2014 By imwd

[Braeth Frostfawn]

And she was somewhere else. The Daughter of the Raven stood tall, watching as the world around her, the same world every man walked and saw every day, shifted and swirled about her like some taunting fog. At each corner she looked, and a shadowy hand that was reaching for her froze, then curled back away, as if shunned by her gaze alone. She took a deep breath. She couldn't fail this test. She knew what this meant for her people. It was more than survival. If she failed, it meant the failure of her entire family. Her bloodline would be shamed, and she'd be deemed unworthy of many things, most importantly, of life. She took a step forward, slowly, cautiously, but not without sincerity. She knew the spirits of the earth would be watching. Brothers of the sand and of the wind. Mother of the sky and water. Father of blood and steel. Sister of birth and love. Son and daughter of time and age. The entire family would not only be watching her, but they would be testing her. And to pass the first test, she had to understand them. And just as she realized this, an apparition manifested before her. "Daughter of the Raven, I come seeking wisdom." Strange, she could have sworn that was the reason she was here herself. Daughter of the Raven listened, expecting more from the spirit, but it only remained there, watching, waiting. Ready to tear out her soul given the slightest clue that her resolve wasn't sound, or that her mind wasn't sharp as her spear. But she had to speak, something. "Spirit Mother, I too have come seeking wisdom." Daughter of the Raven felt a lump in her throat as the spirit, clad in whispers and black silken tendrils remained silent for a long moment, then vanished. 'You are wise to seek wisdom.' The words faded, running down the spine of her back, sending chills through her arms and neck. It was a strange feeling, but a good one. Apparently, the Mother Spirit was pleased. Daughter of the Raven then turned around, knowing exactly where to find the next spirit, the Father Spirit. And the moment she set eyes on him she nearly cried out, forcing her hand to cover her mouth to keep from doing so. The figure was cruel and dark, violent, terrifying. In essence, it looked identical to the Mother Spirit, but it was what was felt that made it seem the way it was. "You are not worthy! Woman! Begone from my sight! Go die and rot in the earth!" The words felt like a heavy hand punching her right in the chest, but she stood tall, panting violently through her nose, eyes watering in fear. But she stood tall. "Spirit Father, I have come seeking strength! You will give me what I seek!" The spirit grew larger, an arms like blades stretched out from his form. Daughter of the Raven was certain she was to be slain, but again, the spirit faded, leaving only invigorating words. 'It takes strength to seek it, and you have what you sought.' Daughter of the Raven nodded as she allowed tears to flow from her eyes. There were still many more spirits to please, but hearing the acceptance of the Mother and Father Spirits was a beautiful start. She turned once more to face her next trial...