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< I am very much excited for all that's about to happen. It's like the first step in the direction that I know I need to go. These wolves don't know it, but they're all puppets in a larger show, and I'm on my way to be the master.>
Water dripped through the trees, the remnants of an earlier rain shower finding its way down through the canopy to the forest floor and my fur. Being so near to the border with the Pack of the Sun had me on edge, so when the first drop hit me I jumped, startling several birds out of a nearby tree. Embarrassed, I shook my fur to get the water out of it.
Glancing up ahead, I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized neither Storm nor Midnight had seen me. The three of us were the border guards for the afternoon, heading southward. In my opinion, we did not make the best team. Neither Midnight nor myself got along with Storm, and he was quite bossy. I had not been the first choice for joining the two of them, of course. Alpha Pine
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That burst of energy spurred me onward, allowing me to run the entire remainder of the distance to the hill where I always met with Ripred. My paws almost flew over the ground as I ran, regardless of the wetness that caused me to slip and nearly fall on multiple occasions. For the first time in a long, long time, after a long time of confusion and inner turmoil, I knew what I had to do. There was an answer. I didn't know how I would go about doing it, or what I would do after, but I knew that I had to somehow show Ripred that I loved him.
That was one of the only rare moments when those words passed through my mind. I loved him. Was that true? I'd heard of being in love, seen it between my parents, and between Root and Mud, but I wasn't entirely sure if this was it. I pushed the doubt out of my mind. If it wasn't it, I would make it into love. He was worth it.
Rabies: Chapter Forty<Anger is beginning to bleed through, to soak the wretched soul of this tortured creature, and I must wonder if it’ll leave a stain. Shall we see the strength? Shall we see if it’ll be consumed, or if it’ll hold its head high above the flood?>More Like This
Procrastination was always the best option for having to begin a difficult task, so I waited until the afternoon before I even started thinking about speaking to Marsh. All the time that I pushed the task further away, I was trying to find reasons to not do it. It was ridiculous, it wouldn’t work. There are wolves who simply can’t get along. He’s not going to want to talk to me. He’s probably like his father.
That last thought shocked me when it crossed through my mind. Was Marsh like his father? I didn’t really interact with him much, so it was hard to know for sure. From what I’d seen, he was a hardworking wolf, but he
Rabies: Chapter Thirty-Eight< I am reminded of my own pain, so long ago, nearly a year past, when I felt the pain of loss. After such a long period of suffering and working hard to find my own hope in the world, it had been ripped from me like a crow plucking the food out of the mouth of a wolf. This is a suffering known by all the species of all the worlds, and it is something we can share in. Even so, the boundaries between worlds are apparent and strong, impossible to break. For now, of course. >More Like This
The snowstorm did not pass until the early morning, when the Pack of the Moon was rousing itself from a restless sleep. I’d barely slept at all during the night, with the wind howling in my ears and the cold creeping through my fur. The image of Root and Mud in their grief, with the four newborn wolves who hadn’t even had a chance at life, kept my mind awake.
Trying to walk through the snow was quite a struggle, it covered almost the entirety of my legs.
Rabies: Chapter Thirty-Two< I can feel it growing stronger within my spirit. This is good, good for me. It is what fuels me, what keeps my spirit alive and keeps it from breaking apart into dust. This dark shadow is feared by many, but for me it is the savior, the life-giving thing without which I would most assuredly be nothing at all by now. To the dark, I most willingly give my soul. >More Like This
The first thing I was aware of was an almost unbearable amount of pain. My head was throbbing with a most excruciating ache, while the rest of my body was also aching and burning. It felt as if I had suffered through multiple beatings in a very short period of time, and all of my skin had been flayed off. I needed to remember what had happened, but when I tried to think it made the aching in my skull much worse.
I attempted to open my eyes, but that also made the pain worse. There was no light from what I could tell, but it did not smell like the night.