Deep down in the ocean,
A seal swims,
Penetrating through the water.
High up in the skies,
A falcon soars,
Leaving the land far beneath it.
Amongst the trees of the forest,
A wolf hunts,
In search for precious food.
In the middle of the city,
A mother departs,
Unaware of the child she left behind.
In the midst of a battle,
People die,
With no one left to grieve for them.
You could say that this is The Feast of the Wolves part two, it's up to you. Some bits doesn't make sense, but people, it is just a story.
The rocks rolled down the cliff as the wolf crept up. He gave a really long howl, though he did not expect the hairless creature to respond. They understand nothing. It was the season when puppies were produced. Spring was arriving, but lack of food was still a potential danger. There were jaguars around, and even snakes. The hairless creatures seemed to be just cubs, for they did not know how to hunt well. Despite that, they brought down a small deer. They will improve, gradually. That’s why they must be removed immediately. He howled again. Then, he led the pack down to where the hairless creatures were. They were dumb enough, for there was only one creature on guard. In its paws there was a sharp branch. It was probably used as a claw. They could reach it in one pounce when it noticed them. He moved a little closer to it. The creatures were so useless. It was almost deaf and blind, with no sense of smell at all. There were no hair on their bodies and they had no claws. Their teeth wouldn’t make any damage to wolf hide. It cried to its fellow pack mates as it toyed with the branch in its paws. Its pack barked back, but no creature came. He smiled. It ran, towards its pack mates. He smiled again. It was really untrained. When you faced predators, don’t lead it to your pack. Lead it away from your pack. He raised his tail to signal to his pack that it was time to attack. Almost instantly, the pack dashed forward and began the attack. He stayed back for awhile, looking at the victorious scene. The creatures couldn’t even defend themselves. He marched through the battle field, killing any hairless creature he saw. Then he found the guarding creature. It had a frightened look on its face. It made no resistance as he prepared to attack. He was about to sink his fangs into it when he felt it. Memories of the creature flowing into him. There was something that the creature could feel that he could not. That thing… … that thing… … it was a warm feeling, it felt safe. He felt truly happy for the first time in his life. That thing… … the creature called it love. He stopped, then backed away. He glanced at the creature. It was scared, but at the same time, there was something different about the creature. It was different from the other creatures. He thought deeply for a moment, then, ever so gently, tugged its hide. It breathed in suddenly, then understood his message. It began following him. He moved through the forest slowly, allowing the creature to keep up. He went to the other side of the island, where other hairless creatures were spotted. They were still there, with their large floating machine. The creature didn’t spot it at first, but as they drew nearer, it suddenly dashed forward. There were two creatures on guard there, and in their paws were a tube. There was no doubt that it was a weapon. These creatures were adults, and they were far more professional then the puppies. The two creatures wrapped their front paws around each other as the young creature said something to the adult. Another adult beside it raised its tube and pointed at him. It was going to kill him. Instinct told him to run, but he did not do so. He believed that even the hairless creatures had a heart. The young creature yapped at the creature with the tube, and the creature hesitated. Then the young creature went towards him. At first he drew back, but after considering that the young creature could not hurt him, he went forward. The creatures barked after it, but it didn’t seem to hear them. It stretched out its front paws and wrapped it around his neck. Uttering something, it ran back to its pack. It wasn’t long before they departed. As they left, he could see a tiny figure, some where on the machine, waving to him.
He howled a farewell howl.
I got this idea mainly from "the Lord of the Flies". the last sentence and the title was from "Feasting the Wolf". Basically, some bits are not original.
His grip around his spear tightened. It was nearly a fortnight since they landed, and they were beginning to lose faith in being rescued. The longer they waited, the less possible it seems to be. He glanced at the round moon. It was a fortnight, there was no doubt. He sniffed twice, and an overpowering smell was scented. It was the camp fire. They were roasting an old antelope. It was a tiny one, unlike what he imagined. He always thought that life in the forest would be fun. In books they always describe forest as such wonderful places, and hunting there was no more than hide and seek. But when it comes to real life, it was a different story. If you run too fast, there is a possibility that you will trip and fall on a dead branch. In their first hunt many people met such fates, and the number of people hurt was still increasing whenever they hunt. There were wolves about, posting potential danger to the teenagers, with howls that haunted the dreams of everyone. They were large, about a metre tall, and deadly to the teenagers. One wolf alone could do devastating damages to the whole group, not to mention a whole pack. There were about ten wolves, so when it comes to battling with them, one wolf would have to fight two to three people. Trust me, it was more than enough. They have also reported the sighting of large cats, probably jaguars. In short, it was a dangerous place. He toyed with the spear in his hand for a while. He never thought he would feel like that, but it was a fact. He missed his parents. For the past few years of his life he has always thought that he hated his parents , and they hated him. But he, for some reason, missed them. It was a strange feeling. Missing something you hate so much. Perhaps he doesn’t hate them at all. Perhaps he… …loved them? He then thought of all the things he had done. He cursed them, called them names, insulted them, and said bad things about them. He was, or so he thought, a very bad boy. It was two weeks, two weeks since he last saw them. It felt as if part of his life was missing. A very big bit to. It was as if someone took a bite out of him. It made him feel like crying. But he knew he could not cry, not where he was. There was no point. It would make things worse. They would call him a cry baby, or something like that. He would most probably be isolated from them. They did not understand that in that situation, team work was the most important thing. They thought that all those hunting and surviving was just a game, or a dream that they would soon wake up from. They understood nothing. Just then, a growl was heard from a corner. The wolf pack, it was preparing to strike. He shouldn’t have let his guard down. “Wolf!” he yelled to the rest of the boys. But they were too busy devouring the meat. “Don’t be stupid. You can join the feast if you want, but don’t make us all so tense. You know, you volunteered to do something all of us think is unnecessary,” one of them replied. “Please, it’s true!” he could not stand there any more, he had to run for his life. Without thinking, he ran towards the rest of the teenagers. Their eyes widened, then all hell broke lose. Yells of pain and cries of terror pierced the air. “We must all work together!” he commanded. But no one was listening, either that, or no one had the guts to carry out his plan. A wolf pounced onto him, but he made no resistance. It was all lost. There were just too many wolves, and the wolves were too strong.
The bodies were left to feast the wolves.
It was a dark and gloomy night, with a snow storm menacing the town. The windows rattled as the mighty wind crashed into the window. Without stepping outside, you could already hear the wind howling furiously and it felt as if much heat was produced as the wind grazed against each other. The steps of the stairs creaked as a boy put his weight on it. He paused, ears strained to hear anything different. Nothing, the coast was clear. He crept to the side of the stairs where it didn’t creak. He stole his way up the stairs, and lay down on the floor in front of the second door to his left. He peeked into the gap between the door and the floor and saw claws. As the child stood up and placed a shaky hand and turned the knob… … a wolf-like puppy pounced out of the room and landed right on top of the boy. It was a large hybrid of a wolf, and could be easily mistaken as a full grown wolf because of its size. But a puppy was still a puppy, no matter what its size was. Covering the boy with licks, the puppy’s tail wagged rapidly. The boy smiled for the first time in a long while as he gripped the puppy’s collar. “Come on Rover, let’s go,” whispered the boy as he urged the hybrid wolf forward. The puppy gladly obeyed. It barked once, then twice. “Hush, Rover!” spoke the boy in a soft, pleading voice. His ears were strained once again. Nothing, it was still normal. The boy led the puppy down the stair. The puppy, being a puppy, was too young to understand the urgency in the boys words. It fumbled down the stairs rather nosily. The wooden stairs groaned and creaked, and the boy intensified his grip on the puppy’s collar, hoping that the sound of the wind along would be enough to mask the racket made by the young dog. The boy grabbed a coat that he left on the sofa and wore it. Then, with a wobbling hand, he opened the main door and stepped outside. The unwilling puppy whimpered twice, but was dragged outside. “Rover, please. Come on, I know you are a brave wolf,” spoke the boy who didn’t bother to whisper. He doubt that the puppy could even hear him, for the wind would most probably blow his words away from the reluctant puppy.
A teenager stepped out of the door as she stretched and inhaled the early morning’s fresh air. She was about to go back into the house when she spotted a rather large wolf-like dog on the streets. Being a dog lover, she approached it in a friendly and yet defensive manner. The dog did not retreat or bark. Instead, much to her surprise, it stared at her with such yielding eyes. She smiled and patted it twice. Then it tugged her sleeve and stood up to leave. She sighed as she saw it walk away. The dog looked back at her, and barked twice. Without knowing the reason, the confounded teenager followed the dog to a rather deserted alley. A scream that rang through the whole neighborhood woke practically everyone in the town.
All of the survivors were not alive. I believe that the ship was cursed. She was a new ship, one that was thoroughly tested. She passed all of them, and was considered the ultimate ship. Only the richest could afford to board her. It was the last night of her first voyage, and I was sitting at the balcony, savoring the stillness of the ocean. It was then when I saw her, the magnificent ship, sailing back to port. I felt proud for such a ship to be built in my country. Then it happened. I saw it with my very eyes. She lost control, gained speed and smashed into a cliff. I heard a dog bark, and many people screamed. The police was summoned, but they arrived too late. She had already sunk. It all happened so fast I could hardly react.
The next day it was reported on the news that more than half of the passengers on that ship died, and the reason why she sank was still unknown. I was shocked. After passing the tests, half of the passengers died. But there was more. In the subsequent few days, all of the survivors died one by one. My shock soon turned into fear. Only a young boy, who lost both of his parents and his dog, survived. I presumed that his death day was near.
It was two weeks since the accident, and the boy disappeared. Nobody except me has seen him since. That night, I was at the balcony again, glancing at the sea and the very spot she sank. Ships have been avoiding that spot, thinking that it was cursed. It was then when I saw him, at the shore, staring at the ocean before him. The waves of that beach were well known for its vicious waves that gobbled up both the shore and anyone there at night. I feared for the boy. I ran towards him, shouting, “GET AWAY FROM THERE! YOU’LL DIE!” But he didn’t seem to hear me. He took a step towards the sea, and as I approached, I heard him say, “Rex, bring them back, please. I’ll be waiting.” Then he was gone. Just like that. He disappeared. I leaped back in fright, sitting on the sand, confounded. After my desperate attempts to comprehend what had just happened, I could not find any answers. I left the beach, running as the ocean swallowed the sand.
I spent many nights at the balcony, enjoying the company of the ocean. Occasionally, on the most peaceful nights, I’ll have another companion, a shadowy figure, who always stood at the shore. I never attempt to rescue him anymore, for I know what would happen next. I doubt that he died, but he’s not quite alive either. A figure in the shadows of the waves, waiting.
A flying bird,
Can soar, can circle, can swoop.
A hunting hawk,
Shall find, shall catch, shall eat.
A hungry crow,
Must dig, must look, must eat.
A desperate ostrich,
Might run, might escape, might die.
All kinds of birds,
Have feathers, have beaks, have life.
I opened my eyes. The crimson sun rose unusually. It looked the same, but something was definitely wrong. The world smelled wrong. I looked around me. I was in a forest. I’m in the forest. I need to get out of here quickly, before the wolves devour me. I tried used my arms to help me stand up, but again, something was wrong. I looked at my ‘arms’. There, right in front of my very eyes, was a pair of wings
Something in the grass suddenly darted away. A wolf was near. In a few quick seconds, I surveyed my whole body. I was, without a doubt, a bird. To be precise, a red hawk. Why? I asked myself. The answer came almost automatically. Because I killed a red hawk yesterday. I stabbed it in its heart. I deeply regretted my action, but would it make a difference now? With a wolf stalking me, will regretting make a difference? It might, but only a little bit. I would die feeling sorry for myself. Is there any thing I can do now to make a huge difference? Something like saving my life? Yes, of course, I can escape, but can a hawk out run a wolf? No, but it can out fly one. I began to flap my wings. No good, I’m not flying. I could hear the wolf advancing towards me. A soft paw step. I flapped my wings again. Yes, I could feel my light body rising bit by bit. But, it was too slow. I flapped my wings harder. I’m still not fast enough. Faster! Faster! FASTER!
Swish! I was flying. The wolf howled angrily behind me. I flew clumsily through the sky. “Hey!” another hawk screech when I bumped into her, “you’re flying like a new born!” “I am a new born, sort of,” I muttered to myself. The hawk stared suspiciously at me. “You’re not really a hawk, are you?” I stared back in surprise. “How did you know?” “I saw you, you appeared out of nowhere!” “I… … I… …” “What are you?” “Well I’m… … I’m a human.” It was the hawk’s turn to be shocked. “Human! The hated species! I’m going to claw every single feather from your skin!” I flew as quickly as I could.
Just as I was feeling happy that I was flying, I flew into a tree and fell to the ground with a small thud. “Groan… …” The hawk swooped down. “Are you okay?” she asked. I groaned again. “Sorry, I was just playing, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she cried. “It’s not your fault. I’m clumsy.” “You are not really a human, are you?” she asked. I hesitated, the said, “I am.” And I told her about my story. “You’re the one who killed Hawkstar!” “I… … was stupid back then, but I got my punishment, okay? Look, I’m a hawk now!” “Well… … I you want to live as a hawk, then you’ll have to learn to fly properly and catch your won prey. Nobody’s going to feed you. I’m Hawkrain”
For the rest of the day, Hawkrain taught me about maintaining balance while I was in the sky and how to ride a rising current. I was interesting. I managed to catch my first prey at evening. “You learn fast,” Hawkrain said. I was happy. I flew as high as I could, as if I was chasing the clouds, the sent myself flying towards the ground. Ah! To feel the wind in my body! Just as I was about to hit the ground I changed direction and flew towards the sky. I circled in the sky for a while to catch my breath then began to fly upwards again. “WATCH OUT!” Hawkrain yell. But all was too late. I felt a bullet penetrate through my body. I plummeted downwards. Help, I yelled silently. But, there was no use. Death was all that lie in my future. A stunning impact, a blinding flash of light.
Thump, thump, thump. What is that sound? Can it be… … can it be? … YES! That sound was, without a doubt, the beating of my heart! Thump, thump, thump. The sound, oh! How I love it! I opened my eyes. I was back in my room, face whiter than apiece of paper.
CRASH! Oh no, I thought. My neighbours were at it again. First the weather, now my neighbours, what is next? They were a few classmates who shared the same apartment. They could not seem to lice a day without arguing. At times, they would throw things around and break them. Wait a moment! I saw them leaving for a holiday overseas just a few hours ago! They could not be back so soon. I sat upright, and then lay down again. If it was a robber, he could steal all he wanted. He is not stealing my things anyway. Then again, that thief was too clumsy. Probably my ears were playing a trick on me. I held my breath and listened. There were no shouts, and no one was hurling vulgarities. With my heart thumping hard against my chest, and a lump in my throat, I anxiously glance at the window. There were no lights on. “It is none of your business, go back to sleep,” this irritating voice in my head said. “Oh shut your trap,” I muttered as I crawled out of my bed, planning to deal with something none of my business. I groped in the dark until I found my keys. My parents were out and my hopeless brother was snoring like a pig. You could get an orchestra to play the loudest music and he would not even stir in his sleep.
I opened the door, which seemed to be aware that something had happened and opened without its usual creak, with a pair of shaky hands. I stepped out and made my way towards my neighbours’ house, unaware about the fact that I was not wearing any shoes. As I drew nearer to my neighbours’ house, I could sense a strong tobacco in the air. My neighbours did not smoke. As I crept nearer, I could see that the door was left ajar. Even my stupid neighbours would know that you had to lock your door after you got in. I could fell my heart racing faster and faster. If there were a race, my heart would have won.
“I have to think properly,” I murmured to myself. I breathed in deeply and allowed myself to calm down. Now I would list the facts. First, I had an important exam the day after and there I was, standing in front of my neighbours’ door in the middle of the night. Second, I could be sleeping soundly in my room instead of acting like a detective. Third, I was standing barefooted there, when I could just call the police and tell them everything to close the case. I wanted to call the police, but when I reached into my pocket, I found it empty. I sighed and reached into the other one, expecting to find my keys. It was empty. Great, I must have dropped it somewhere. I looked around frantically and saw it. My keys were inside my own house, out of my reach, wonderful. I rand the door bell a few times, although I did not expect that pig brother of mine to come to my rescue. He never did.
I sighed again. Slowly pushed open the door, I made my way into my neighbours’ house. I picked up the cordless phone and wanted to call the police, but I saw the thief advancing towards me slowly, the way predators sneak upon their prey. I, the prey, had to run, for I could never camouflage. However, where should I go? If I went out, the “predator” would just catch me. Then an idea struck me. I took a few steps backwards. The “predator” increased his speed. I felt for the doorknob behind me. Bingo, there it was. I opened it slowly… then dashed in, slamming it close, then locking it. Safely inside the room, I called the police and waited. I smiled to myself. I had outwitted my “predator.”
After a while, the thief seemed to be aware that something was about to happen. He stopped trying to force open the door and bolted towards the exit. Too late, I had won the game. A few police officers were waiting for him, and he dashed straight into their hands. Handcuffed, that “predator of mine was gladly brought back to the police station by the police officers. They thanked my and I made my way home. After ringing the doorbell for the ninety-ninth time, a grumpy faced pig opened the door. Satisfied that I had outwitted the thief, I lay on my bed smiling to myself as the rising sun cast its golden rays upon a city that was soon to be awaken. Suddenly, I sat up again. My exam! My sleep! “oh no,” I groaned. The curiosity killed the “prey”.
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