Again another piece of work done over the course of days... This was more written because of betrayal that had been witnessed, but as you read, you can see.


November twentythird

The valley of the shadow of death

The black wolf stood against the chill wind that blew from the west, staring over the vast lands before him. He tilted his head to look straight down his path, down into the valley below. Down in the valley, he could see the white wolf, injured and hurt. Laying beaten and bleeding on the ground. With a soft growl and a shake of his head, he set off toward her.

The white was too easy to reach after such a perilous trek... The black wolf knew immediately that he was walking into a trap... As he made his way to the white's side, he could feel the stares of those around him. The sun was setting, and the shadow of death fell over the great black wolf. The wind blew harder, chilling the black wolf to the core as he closed the last few steps, and finally stood by the white.

Softly spoken words of encouragement were offered, and the white was comforted.... or so it seemed. Above him all around they stood. Each with a method of destruction prepared specifically for the black wolf.

The black changed his stance. He shifted up into full form and threw his head back, howling deep and long to the night and the moon above that had shown itself. The black's howl resonated amongst the hlls on each side, challenging those who dared to take him on. He would protect the white until his death... even if it was by the white's own hands.

Staring out at his assassins, he poised himself for the battle that was sure to erupt... He had already felt the shadow, death was on his doorstep. Already injured, the black would not stand long against his assailants... Soon, his blood would spill, and a shallow grave would be his resting place... But until that point, he stood over the white, protecting her.


November twentyfifth

RIP the Black Wolf

There he stood, howling the challenege to his assailants. For long moments after, the valley was silent. The lack of sound seemed almost louder than the challenge that was issued, and quite a bit more deadly.

Then all was a blur.

Arrows loosed around him, the black ducked, dodged, and weaved as he charged toward an assailant, slaughtering it before a second attack could be made. Another volley of attacks was sent, and the black again dodged as he removed his assailants one by one, until finally only one remained. That one, a familiar brown wolf, walked toward the white laying in the center of the valley. The black became outraged and rushed at once to the fallen white to protect her.

Still dripping with the blood of his enemies, he snarled out at the brown for him to keep his distance... His eyes met the browns just in time to see a flash of white from underneath. Sharp, stabbing pain ripped through him as his head fell to the white below...

After spending his last precious moments defending the white... it would be by her hand that he would fall. The wound was fatal, a gash deep into the heart, spilling his blood across the ground. His face twisted in confusion, painfully trying to ask the white, why.... but his world grew dim, and his life faded away...

The last thing the black saw was the traitorous white, the very one that he had offered to sacrifice his own life to protect... His body fell limp on the valley floor.... and there the black would lie...

RIP

The Black Wolf

Slain by the hand of that which was sworn to protect

May his killer always know that which has been betrayed....