Meeting Sleet .:Ivo Short:.Decoe watched his father hold the phone close to his ear. He spoke in a calm voice, so he knew it was his cousin. He walked over gently, and poked his father’s leg. “Da. Can I talk to Snively?”Meeting Sleet .:Ivo Short:.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His father looked down, and smiled. “No, not today Decoe.”
He frowned. “Oh…all right.” He started to pad off, finding something else to do. He was only 5 years old, so he was found to find something fun in no time at all.
“I’m sorry, Snivs, what was that?” Ivo spoke lightly.
“Oh, no worries. I was just wondering if you could help me.” Snively spoke out through the phone, his voice cracked. “Da is out for the next few days, and tomorrow marks the first day as the leader of the Red-Eyes. I…I wouldn't mind a little help.” He gave off an uneasy chuckle.
Ivo thought for a moment. “Decoe and Bocoe can’t go…am I right? And…” He looked aro
A Wolf's Tale - PrologPicture this: You are minding your own business, moving, twitching, eating from a tub, and having not a care in the world. Sleeping day in and day out in a water haven, not even knowing where you really were; you don’t really care where you were, to be honest. It was a much, relaxing life, living in a womb.A Wolf's Tale - Prolog2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I can’t remember it, nor do I want to. My eyes were shut, along with my ears and noise, that much I know and I never really left my brother’s side, I was later told by my mum, surprisingly.
She would move a lot, and some weird object always hit our safe womb. Turns out she was mating with another wolf. How typical of my mother. She never did seem to stop having it.
When our time grew near for us to finally leave the womb, she had stopped eating. Why? I don’t know. She was a crazy bitch that was having her first litter of two! Two, grey puff balls. Not the normal of four to six…but two