Post by Tor on Oct 21, 2005 4:53:17 GMT -5
I wrote this for my English Tutor who wanted to see what my writing style was like and how I can portray animals with emotions etc.
So he gave me the title 'betrayal' which I had to write the story from and the wonderful Fennie gave me the idea to write if from the perspective of the one who was the betrayer.
I thought of the first line when really just walking home from school and the rest of the story jsut played out into a plan.
However the story I wrote is actually really rushed...so that's why it's written so badly *sighs*
However, i'll shut up and let you read it
The torture worked. I lie here torn and bloody; mind nothing but a twisted and shattered fragment of what it once was. The frequent thumping of my heart and heated blood is for the moment all I can hear as it pours out of my head. They tore an ear off…shredded it with their jaws like it was simply a blade of grass in an open field. Ripping into my muzzle they’ve exposed my gushing gums and broken teeth to the ruthless sun that pours his blinding light into the cave, lighting now even the darkest shadows during this time of twilight.
A beautiful sun he is…merciless yes, but fair all the same. On such a fateful night I’m almost disgusted to admit his splendour and magnificence. It’s almost as if he were there to isolate my pack’s position amongst the mountain’s rocks and crags. As if I hadn’t done enough to betray them.
The days have trudged by with a deadly slowness that felt as if time had came to a mere stand still. Throughout this time my pack and I have been running for our lives, fleeing our once so free land…our land. But now, now that the enemy has discovered our home, they will stop at nothing till we have been destroyed and our traces and knowledge pushed into that of myths and mystery, able to assert the earth as their own without the threat of our wild spirits to fight back and reclaim it.
It had all started five days ago today...in fact…five days ago to this very time. I had been out on patrol for the pack. We were a large community – abundant in members and ranks.
Our territory ranged far and wide, and often it took days for a single wolf to guard over and watch their marked out section of the boundaries. Due to this fact, we had ten wolves out a day doing duty, whilst the others all went off to hunt and many remained back at the den to watch over cubs or simply to act as warriors and protect the inside domains.
Whilst ranging over my specific route, the familiar scent of blood drifted through the air to reach my sensitive nasal. Tempted by its beautiful aroma, I veered off course and found the sickening carcass of another wolf. It was female. Her throat had been ripped out in one swift movement it was clear – however the corpse was riddled with gashes and bite marks. Whoever had killed this poor bitch…had clearly had their way with them afterwards.
After a thorough scent of her body, it soon became apparent to me that this was not just some random wanderer of the barren lands…but a member of my very own pack. The thick scent of our rivals was blatant all over her…even in her blood. Something had gone a miss and immediately I began to give a meticulous inspection of the borders – only to discover that the Mann pack (our rivals and mortal enemies) had passed through only hours before.
Panic struck me and immediately I threw pack my head to let out a howl of warning, my song playing over the land and ricocheting off trees and rocks, reaching any attentive auds that it came to. Cutting the howl off short I began to race through the forest, heading straight back to the main den site, nipping the heels of any pack mate that came across my path – showing the pure urgency in my haste by simply snarling and pinning my ears against my scalp. This was no matter of stalling to sniff a tree or chase a hare for the simple-minded pleasure. This was a disaster!
Only hours after I’d reached the den had our pack finally gathered together to hear of the dangers and intrusion. Our alphas were strong and proud wolves…they kept us from falling apart or going mad – I was truly proud to be under their rule. It was an honour to serve such dominant and content figures.
The Mann pack too was large and fierce as our own…however theirs was far stricter in their ways and followed stern rules. The pack was well acknowledged for their dark, ebon pelts and lack of female members. The females that did manage to survive in such a savage pack were held close to the alpha male and treated as though they were nothing but the deer they hunted and feasted upon. It was a harsh life for any litter to be brought up in that pack, but specifically for the fae’s. Compared to our own family, they were all treated as if they were the same wolf – in which case, they all followed one another and were treated in exactly the same way. Unless of course one wolf in particular made a mistake in following the rules and was cursed to lead the meagre life of an omega – a wolf who was barely a member of the pack and simply there to be picked on. A stress relief to the others to some extent.
Immediately our alphas set out in search for the rival pack, taking only half the pack with them and leaving the rest behind to stay watch. I was one to stay behind. We sat out the night taking turn to watch and patrol, but the air was thick with tension that night it was impossible for any of us to sleep. Hackles raised and legs stiff, we kept moving to stay busy and keep warm with the brutal winds sent from the East. Our pelts were thickening for the coming winter, but not yet had they grown thick enough to fight off the night winds with ease.
For two days we remained where our alphas had left us. Waiting…listening for any signs of them. Until finally they sent a howl. From the West they’d called and plead for aid. And of course, immediately we set off – tired and sluggish from lack of sleep, but still we remained strong, dutiful to our master’s call.
On reaching the clearing they’d called us to, only half of the troops were scanning the area – no alpha in sight. Panic took over me and without delay I raced to my good friend Drathlic, asking him what had happened and what they’d found out. He told me that they’d found out where the pack had come and went and how many there were. That we were simply outnumbered and Mann were after out blood and homeland. Half of the troop he’d been with had set off for our stronghold within the mountains, Drathlic’s half were left behind purely to give us the news and we were to set off in their tracks as soon as possible.
His explanation was swiftly ended with a perilous snarl from within the bracken that surrounded the clearing. Ebon males leapt out from all angles and we were instantly surrounded. Instinct took over and I threw myself into their clutches, my teeth and claws snapping and swiping at anything that came within my range. Sights and sound of battle up roared from within the dell. Blood was spilt and death let loose like a disease.
Whilst as many of the pack members managed to escape and flee into the surrounding woodland – Drathlic, many others of the stronger fighters and myself helped keep the Mann members from following. Though before long their numbers had mounted and our own dwindled. Those of us that remained were promptly moved out to the cave they’d taken refuge in whilst entering our territory, thrown in and assigned to one or two of their perverse ranks. Soon my friends were tortured…one by one they took the pain and trauma in their stride and slaughtered when found out to be worthless and gave no information of our pack’s where-a-bouts.
Drathlic was before me. I watched them torment him …biting …slashing… playing with him in their own cruel ways. He took it all on with a proud face and never once broke or submitted to their savage ways. To see them tare out his throat…I know now that is what made me snap so easily. If they’d picked me first – tortured me before any of the others – I know I’d have lasted. Been slaughtered like the others and not have this god-ridden shame hanging over my battered body as I do now.
As soon as I’d spilt the words and whereabouts of my alphas and pack members…spelt it out with the blood that now runs freely from my gaping muzzle, they abandoned my already doomed remains to nature – off to rid the remnants of my life and family. They’d only started my torture…after tearing off a single ear, ripping into my muzzle and slashing into my underside to spill my innards…I’d managed to splutter out the hiding place of my pack.
Lying here now I can hear my blood pulsing, my heart bounding. And now…the snarls and perishing gasps of death above me. Lying at the foot of the mountain, I await my long and enduring demise, yet somewhere throughout the mountain paths – my pack are being slaughtered one by one…ambushed from every corner they flee to by raven black serpents without a heart to share between them…
“I’m sorry…”
So he gave me the title 'betrayal' which I had to write the story from and the wonderful Fennie gave me the idea to write if from the perspective of the one who was the betrayer.
I thought of the first line when really just walking home from school and the rest of the story jsut played out into a plan.
However the story I wrote is actually really rushed...so that's why it's written so badly *sighs*
However, i'll shut up and let you read it
‘Betrayal’
The torture worked. I lie here torn and bloody; mind nothing but a twisted and shattered fragment of what it once was. The frequent thumping of my heart and heated blood is for the moment all I can hear as it pours out of my head. They tore an ear off…shredded it with their jaws like it was simply a blade of grass in an open field. Ripping into my muzzle they’ve exposed my gushing gums and broken teeth to the ruthless sun that pours his blinding light into the cave, lighting now even the darkest shadows during this time of twilight.
A beautiful sun he is…merciless yes, but fair all the same. On such a fateful night I’m almost disgusted to admit his splendour and magnificence. It’s almost as if he were there to isolate my pack’s position amongst the mountain’s rocks and crags. As if I hadn’t done enough to betray them.
The days have trudged by with a deadly slowness that felt as if time had came to a mere stand still. Throughout this time my pack and I have been running for our lives, fleeing our once so free land…our land. But now, now that the enemy has discovered our home, they will stop at nothing till we have been destroyed and our traces and knowledge pushed into that of myths and mystery, able to assert the earth as their own without the threat of our wild spirits to fight back and reclaim it.
It had all started five days ago today...in fact…five days ago to this very time. I had been out on patrol for the pack. We were a large community – abundant in members and ranks.
Our territory ranged far and wide, and often it took days for a single wolf to guard over and watch their marked out section of the boundaries. Due to this fact, we had ten wolves out a day doing duty, whilst the others all went off to hunt and many remained back at the den to watch over cubs or simply to act as warriors and protect the inside domains.
Whilst ranging over my specific route, the familiar scent of blood drifted through the air to reach my sensitive nasal. Tempted by its beautiful aroma, I veered off course and found the sickening carcass of another wolf. It was female. Her throat had been ripped out in one swift movement it was clear – however the corpse was riddled with gashes and bite marks. Whoever had killed this poor bitch…had clearly had their way with them afterwards.
After a thorough scent of her body, it soon became apparent to me that this was not just some random wanderer of the barren lands…but a member of my very own pack. The thick scent of our rivals was blatant all over her…even in her blood. Something had gone a miss and immediately I began to give a meticulous inspection of the borders – only to discover that the Mann pack (our rivals and mortal enemies) had passed through only hours before.
Panic struck me and immediately I threw pack my head to let out a howl of warning, my song playing over the land and ricocheting off trees and rocks, reaching any attentive auds that it came to. Cutting the howl off short I began to race through the forest, heading straight back to the main den site, nipping the heels of any pack mate that came across my path – showing the pure urgency in my haste by simply snarling and pinning my ears against my scalp. This was no matter of stalling to sniff a tree or chase a hare for the simple-minded pleasure. This was a disaster!
Only hours after I’d reached the den had our pack finally gathered together to hear of the dangers and intrusion. Our alphas were strong and proud wolves…they kept us from falling apart or going mad – I was truly proud to be under their rule. It was an honour to serve such dominant and content figures.
The Mann pack too was large and fierce as our own…however theirs was far stricter in their ways and followed stern rules. The pack was well acknowledged for their dark, ebon pelts and lack of female members. The females that did manage to survive in such a savage pack were held close to the alpha male and treated as though they were nothing but the deer they hunted and feasted upon. It was a harsh life for any litter to be brought up in that pack, but specifically for the fae’s. Compared to our own family, they were all treated as if they were the same wolf – in which case, they all followed one another and were treated in exactly the same way. Unless of course one wolf in particular made a mistake in following the rules and was cursed to lead the meagre life of an omega – a wolf who was barely a member of the pack and simply there to be picked on. A stress relief to the others to some extent.
Immediately our alphas set out in search for the rival pack, taking only half the pack with them and leaving the rest behind to stay watch. I was one to stay behind. We sat out the night taking turn to watch and patrol, but the air was thick with tension that night it was impossible for any of us to sleep. Hackles raised and legs stiff, we kept moving to stay busy and keep warm with the brutal winds sent from the East. Our pelts were thickening for the coming winter, but not yet had they grown thick enough to fight off the night winds with ease.
For two days we remained where our alphas had left us. Waiting…listening for any signs of them. Until finally they sent a howl. From the West they’d called and plead for aid. And of course, immediately we set off – tired and sluggish from lack of sleep, but still we remained strong, dutiful to our master’s call.
On reaching the clearing they’d called us to, only half of the troops were scanning the area – no alpha in sight. Panic took over me and without delay I raced to my good friend Drathlic, asking him what had happened and what they’d found out. He told me that they’d found out where the pack had come and went and how many there were. That we were simply outnumbered and Mann were after out blood and homeland. Half of the troop he’d been with had set off for our stronghold within the mountains, Drathlic’s half were left behind purely to give us the news and we were to set off in their tracks as soon as possible.
His explanation was swiftly ended with a perilous snarl from within the bracken that surrounded the clearing. Ebon males leapt out from all angles and we were instantly surrounded. Instinct took over and I threw myself into their clutches, my teeth and claws snapping and swiping at anything that came within my range. Sights and sound of battle up roared from within the dell. Blood was spilt and death let loose like a disease.
Whilst as many of the pack members managed to escape and flee into the surrounding woodland – Drathlic, many others of the stronger fighters and myself helped keep the Mann members from following. Though before long their numbers had mounted and our own dwindled. Those of us that remained were promptly moved out to the cave they’d taken refuge in whilst entering our territory, thrown in and assigned to one or two of their perverse ranks. Soon my friends were tortured…one by one they took the pain and trauma in their stride and slaughtered when found out to be worthless and gave no information of our pack’s where-a-bouts.
Drathlic was before me. I watched them torment him …biting …slashing… playing with him in their own cruel ways. He took it all on with a proud face and never once broke or submitted to their savage ways. To see them tare out his throat…I know now that is what made me snap so easily. If they’d picked me first – tortured me before any of the others – I know I’d have lasted. Been slaughtered like the others and not have this god-ridden shame hanging over my battered body as I do now.
As soon as I’d spilt the words and whereabouts of my alphas and pack members…spelt it out with the blood that now runs freely from my gaping muzzle, they abandoned my already doomed remains to nature – off to rid the remnants of my life and family. They’d only started my torture…after tearing off a single ear, ripping into my muzzle and slashing into my underside to spill my innards…I’d managed to splutter out the hiding place of my pack.
Lying here now I can hear my blood pulsing, my heart bounding. And now…the snarls and perishing gasps of death above me. Lying at the foot of the mountain, I await my long and enduring demise, yet somewhere throughout the mountain paths – my pack are being slaughtered one by one…ambushed from every corner they flee to by raven black serpents without a heart to share between them…
“I’m sorry…”
I certainly never put them there!
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