Post by Sammorra on Feb 13, 2009 10:04:44 GMT -5
It was around dusk when Sammorra found herself padding over to where she had last seen the human.
Looking around, her ears twitching slightly, Semmorra smelt the pungent scent of blood,
and it seemed to be everywhere, with how the wind wind was blowing.
Semmorra nosed around, and after following the strongest trails, she found the human, and was alarmed at what she saw.
She was confused at the familiar scent that was screaming warnings through her whole body.
Being the age she was, Semmorra ignored this and crept closer yet.
The human was still in her skins of sleep, the peaceful look of sleep, that she now wore forever as Death was upon her face.
What Semmorra couldn't take her eyes away from,
was the huge gaping hole, in which the humans' entrail spilled from.
Semmorra, not wanting to touch the body, walked around it in circles.
Suddenly, her hair stood on end, she knew no Varg would openly attack a human,
but what she scented was a bear, a feirce predator and enemy of the wolves. Distempt and hatred welled in her eyes, she knew that this human died, from merely probably being a human or just the wrong spot and the wrong time.
Semmora lifted her muzzle to the sky and released her longing howl,
the night sweeping over the sky as her howl faded within the distant trees and plains.
She had known much of the world's cruelties, but she was more intune to them now then she ever had been.
She looked back at the human, at the angry red lines that licked her face, as if the fire had tried to become one with her,
and in the process nearly destroying her.
The girls black hair fluttered around her lifeless corpse, as if waving goodbye to her last friend, even if she had not know of Semmorra's existence, Her blood trickling down into the earth to join our oldest mother.
Looking around, her ears twitching slightly, Semmorra smelt the pungent scent of blood,
and it seemed to be everywhere, with how the wind wind was blowing.
Semmorra nosed around, and after following the strongest trails, she found the human, and was alarmed at what she saw.
She was confused at the familiar scent that was screaming warnings through her whole body.
Being the age she was, Semmorra ignored this and crept closer yet.
The human was still in her skins of sleep, the peaceful look of sleep, that she now wore forever as Death was upon her face.
What Semmorra couldn't take her eyes away from,
was the huge gaping hole, in which the humans' entrail spilled from.
Semmorra, not wanting to touch the body, walked around it in circles.
Suddenly, her hair stood on end, she knew no Varg would openly attack a human,
but what she scented was a bear, a feirce predator and enemy of the wolves. Distempt and hatred welled in her eyes, she knew that this human died, from merely probably being a human or just the wrong spot and the wrong time.
Semmora lifted her muzzle to the sky and released her longing howl,
the night sweeping over the sky as her howl faded within the distant trees and plains.
She had known much of the world's cruelties, but she was more intune to them now then she ever had been.
She looked back at the human, at the angry red lines that licked her face, as if the fire had tried to become one with her,
and in the process nearly destroying her.
The girls black hair fluttered around her lifeless corpse, as if waving goodbye to her last friend, even if she had not know of Semmorra's existence, Her blood trickling down into the earth to join our oldest mother.