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“I never thought I would explain this,” he whispered. “But I…*gulp* I was M-m-m-Marashu.” He gulped and looked around us, watching the growing eyes. If we hadn’t had such great ears, we wouldn’t have heard what he said.
“I am ashamed of what I did. My great deed, oddly enough, was creating such creatures. I have had a curse for slaughtering Angel though. I shall never be able to eat prey; the animals shall forget who I am. If one ever comes across me, they attack me, slash their tails and claws without even thinking,” he sighed, looking around for probably a mouse.
Mooki pounced on a small squirrel and pushed it over towards Roush saying, “I don’t care what you did in the past, that’s over with. You’re a new you!” Roush relaxed and nuzzled Mooki’s coat.
“I thank you greatly,” Roush whispered, nuzzling Mooki’s coat and looking up at her with big eyes.
“I would have never guessed my own grandfather was such a murderer! Even though he’s a grandfather, I suggest we kick him out!” Sunny sniffed her nose high and indignant. Roush glared at her.
“Creating dragons and creatures isn’t a horrible thing to do! Okay, so I killed someone. I have enough punishment, not being able to eat or be praised the rest of my life! I realized what I did was wrong, and tried stopping it, but the stupid followers kept killing their whole stupid lives!” Roush hissed. Sunny turned her back on him, the worst thing you could do to an Elder, the most unrespectful thing.
“Get a life Sunny!” shouted Tray, seeming surprised at his own words. He stalked away towards us. “That idiot is going to get herself killed!”
“Glad to see you’ve noticed,” I sighed, staring at the she wolf as she wandered off into the forest. “Probably won’t be coming back. The worst part would be if she joined up with Fred. Then, she could tell all about us and our Meetings. Being a double agent with her would be terrible!”
“I’m sorry! She seemed like a nice person before she turned!” peeped Tray, staring off into the stars. “She was a bully, but she never really was a true bully in her heart, only in her mind.”
Tom wandered to a high rock in the middle of the clearing. He cleared his throat and looked upon us all with great sorrow in his eyes.
“We have been discussing what to do now that we have spotted a fallen one. More patrols will go out, and we shall stay wolves without question. Those of you living in human houses pretend to move away to another nest, and come back to join us within three hours. Be off!” He growled, and wandered off towards his own den inside the rock.
“I think that means we have to go move,” I whispered to Tanya, who nodded her head, and we raced off to find our adopted wolf moms.
Nights were full of grim patrolling. Every wolf got their share, and even Tanya and I had to wander about the forest, keeping our ears on the sound of anyone. Sunny had disappeared, some had said she’d return, but four full moons had passed and she’d never come back. If anyone saw her, we were ordered to direct her to Tom or the Elders. I found a rabbit hopping down a dirt path, I pounced, and the rabbit became another bit of prey for the pack.
We had to hunt for the pack because prey was again becoming scarce, and we couldn’t show ourselves to humans right after we were supposed to move. Tanya looked at the edge of the forest eagerly every night, hoping there was a way to escape and get back to Dylan. After she had met him, she had never been the same. She often tried sneaking out of the forest. Now, whenever she went on patrol I had to go with her so she didn’t run away. Dylan had been sad to hear she was moving, but was happy because she’d have a nice life wherever she was going.
“We’re not going to see him again,” I whispered one night, with Tanya shying away towards the edge of the forest. “And if you sneak out, we will all get into trouble! Tom will smell his scent on you, so I’d suggest not doing that.” In my head I said again, but I didn’t want Tanya hearing that.
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Passage Ten
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“Our heritage is very wide known in stories, even though we are considered evil,” sighed Tom, looking up through the opening in the trees at the stars which twinkled down on all of us, making my coat glow in the moonlight. It was a full moon, so we all had the urge to just howl our hearts out.
“Shall we have time to howl?” I squeaked, holding in the howls erupting in me. Roush nodded, and the howls ceased, knowing they could come out later. Tanya made a face at me, and whispered something about my obsession with wolf heritage.
“You yourself said something was odd about this one man hunter?” asked Tom, nudging his snout towards my direction. Great. Now I had to tell that story all over again!
“I hid like normal when a hunter came through the bushes, but he had a buddy, a man in a black overcoat,” I shuddered, remembering what we had to do to those men. “The man didn’t have a gun, but he looked through each bush individually. He said he could sense I was around, and stared right at me! I knew he could see me, but he turned away, telling his buddy that they should try farther north.”
“I was about a mile north of her at the time,” added Tanya. “Those men smelled weird. They smelled like fish and rotten eggs mixed together. They reminded me of rotting prey, their stench could truly be smelled from a mile away!” Roush looked at his paws, and looked towards Tom expectantly.
“This is no ordinary man. Roush shall tell you,” he said simply.
“I guess I must, for the protection of the pack. This is no man, he is a wolf, like us, I believe, but he has turned away from wolf heritage. Far back when Angel created us, there were a few fallen wolves, wolves that wanted to create their own species, and planned to overthrow Angel’s rule,” whispered Roush, his harsh voice sinking deep.
“The fallen wolves, as we call them, were discovered, and kicked out of the packs altogether. They had gotten what they wanted though. Being kicked out, they created their own pack, and they called it a clan. Their leader, a wolf named Marashu, wished to create a species, so unfolded his true side, pure evil. His shadow left him, making the dragons. Very odd creatures that didn’t stay near humans at all, they worshiped Marashu on their hands and knees.
“They then created minor dragons, lizards, snakes, things like that. They created the alligator to protect their sacred places, the swamps. Those creatures, though, forgot all about their creator and his creator, so dragons had to wipe them out. They left the alligators, but made a better alligator, the crocodile. They recreated snakes and lizards, and they all remembered him from then on, afraid he might destroy them.
“Meanwhile, Marashu was busy creating more and more. From his shadow he had created the dragons, from his paws he created the alley cats, who were rebels in everything they did. From his complete evil side, he created humans worst fear, complete darkness. Nothing, just silence and pitch blackness for almost ten hours of the day.
“Angel, on the other hand, had planned to stop them in their tracks. When she and a few patrols went to find them, Marashu was waiting, his army sitting, wondering when Angel would return, and waiting. Prey was hard to find, so Angel’s troops grew weak from starvation. With no luck for more than three months, they turned back, a few troopers even falling from starvation and weakness. Angel grew worried they might find Marashu on her way back.
“As her bad luck had it, they did run into him. This time, he was strong, and he was growing. Dragons blocked their path, their raging fire rushing towards the unprepared troops. Angel slashed at Marashu, a terrible, life or death battle. Angel slashed, Marashu side stepped. In the end, Marashu clawed at Angel’s chest and…” Roush halted and started howling, as if he knew Angel. We all started howling in unison. My heart sank, for I knew what must have happened to Angel. Werewolves could live very long, very prosperously, but her life had been taken away by a traitor. We howled at the moon, and howled our last hatreds, pains out towards it. The moon was our source of life. Without it, we might have even disappeared forever. Faded into the past, humans maybe not even remembering to tell tales of us. We would become gone from history.
“So, wait. Angel was our ‘mother’ and we’re really just wolves with human traits?” squeaked Mooki. Roush nodded, and Mooki turned back to her father, who looked down with great eyes.
“I am sorry I was so immature about that. It’s just, none of you wolves know how long the
Elders have lived. You don’t know how terrible our lives have been, and how we must eventually die,” Cosh whispered, another Elder. “We have lived since the beginning of the wolf times, and even a little while before then. We have lived for centuries, helping wolves that get stuck on their journey to being an Elder.”
“What do you mean?” asked Nina, obviously confused.
“The Elders have lived for centuries, and the only way to become an Elder is do a heroic deed in life, then you almost get immortality,” Roush explained.
“What great deed did you do?” I peeped out before I could think.
“Our heritage is very wide known in stories, even though we are considered evil,” sighed Tom, looking up through the opening in the trees at the stars which twinkled down on all of us, making my coat glow in the moonlight. It was a full moon, so we all had the urge to just howl our hearts out.
“Shall we have time to howl?” I squeaked, holding in the howls erupting in me. Roush nodded, and the howls ceased, knowing they could come out later. Tanya made a face at me, and whispered something about my obsession with wolf heritage.
“You yourself said something was odd about this one man hunter?” asked Tom, nudging his snout towards my direction. Great. Now I had to tell that story all over again!
“I hid like normal when a hunter came through the bushes, but he had a buddy, a man in a black overcoat,” I shuddered, remembering what we had to do to those men. “The man didn’t have a gun, but he looked through each bush individually. He said he could sense I was around, and stared right at me! I knew he could see me, but he turned away, telling his buddy that they should try farther north.”
“I was about a mile north of her at the time,” added Tanya. “Those men smelled weird. They smelled like fish and rotten eggs mixed together. They reminded me of rotting prey, their stench could truly be smelled from a mile away!” Roush looked at his paws, and looked towards Tom expectantly.
“This is no ordinary man. Roush shall tell you,” he said simply.
“I guess I must, for the protection of the pack. This is no man, he is a wolf, like us, I believe, but he has turned away from wolf heritage. Far back when Angel created us, there were a few fallen wolves, wolves that wanted to create their own species, and planned to overthrow Angel’s rule,” whispered Roush, his harsh voice sinking deep.
“The fallen wolves, as we call them, were discovered, and kicked out of the packs altogether. They had gotten what they wanted though. Being kicked out, they created their own pack, and they called it a clan. Their leader, a wolf named Marashu, wished to create a species, so unfolded his true side, pure evil. His shadow left him, making the dragons. Very odd creatures that didn’t stay near humans at all, they worshiped Marashu on their hands and knees.
“They then created minor dragons, lizards, snakes, things like that. They created the alligator to protect their sacred places, the swamps. Those creatures, though, forgot all about their creator and his creator, so dragons had to wipe them out. They left the alligators, but made a better alligator, the crocodile. They recreated snakes and lizards, and they all remembered him from then on, afraid he might destroy them.
“Meanwhile, Marashu was busy creating more and more. From his shadow he had created the dragons, from his paws he created the alley cats, who were rebels in everything they did. From his complete evil side, he created humans worst fear, complete darkness. Nothing, just silence and pitch blackness for almost ten hours of the day.
“Angel, on the other hand, had planned to stop them in their tracks. When she and a few patrols went to find them, Marashu was waiting, his army sitting, wondering when Angel would return, and waiting. Prey was hard to find, so Angel’s troops grew weak from starvation. With no luck for more than three months, they turned back, a few troopers even falling from starvation and weakness. Angel grew worried they might find Marashu on her way back.
“As her bad luck had it, they did run into him. This time, he was strong, and he was growing. Dragons blocked their path, their raging fire rushing towards the unprepared troops. Angel slashed at Marashu, a terrible, life or death battle. Angel slashed, Marashu side stepped. In the end, Marashu clawed at Angel’s chest and…” Roush halted and started howling, as if he knew Angel. We all started howling in unison. My heart sank, for I knew what must have happened to Angel. Werewolves could live very long, very prosperously, but her life had been taken away by a traitor. We howled at the moon, and howled our last hatreds, pains out towards it. The moon was our source of life. Without it, we might have even disappeared forever. Faded into the past, humans maybe not even remembering to tell tales of us. We would become gone from history.
“So, wait. Angel was our ‘mother’ and we’re really just wolves with human traits?” squeaked Mooki. Roush nodded, and Mooki turned back to her father, who looked down with great eyes.
“I am sorry I was so immature about that. It’s just, none of you wolves know how long the
Elders have lived. You don’t know how terrible our lives have been, and how we must eventually die,” Cosh whispered, another Elder. “We have lived since the beginning of the wolf times, and even a little while before then. We have lived for centuries, helping wolves that get stuck on their journey to being an Elder.”
“What do you mean?” asked Nina, obviously confused.
“The Elders have lived for centuries, and the only way to become an Elder is do a heroic deed in life, then you almost get immortality,” Roush explained.
“What great deed did you do?” I peeped out before I could think.
Passage Nine
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“One wolf, Angel, realized it’d be easier to become a human, so we wouldn’t need so much violence. She started creeping around and studying them to her best degree. She found humans really disliked things that were different, and often even changed the most beautiful forests to mush to build their nests. She wandered around the country, watching their every move. They sometimes would go to a place with lots of nests and would trade little coins for food or milk.
“Seeing this made her angry. She didn’t want humans making the beautiful wildlife useless, barren and plain. There was a whole world out there, but the humans figured they were the top, and would stop at nothing to stay there. They hunted wolves for the fur, maybe the meat. Besides that, they threw the carcass away. Angel figured if they could become modest humans, but have the soul of the wild still within them, they could stay safe, and maybe even build a better human race.
“She went back to her natural home, the forest, and preached far and wide of her ideas. Soon, every forest in the Thirteen Colonies knew of her ideas, and some were deciding to go along. How would they become human? When would the process start? They needed some way to understand what the humans were saying, and how to become like them.
“The wolves decided they would just act like humans, and more and more, become like the humans themselves. After long, mind killing years of trying, Angel found a way to become human. She just needed to be able to switch her body from wolf to human every time she needed to. She went, watching humans once more, following their every move once again in order to get the information wolves needed. After about six years of searching, she came across a single way. She felt human inside, she even felt like it was a natural feeling. She let that feeling rise out of her body, rise slowly in order to try something.
“The human side rose out, and she looked down. She was a normal, everyday human! She looked like a human, understood what the other humans were saying, and found it quite the interest. She quickly unleashed her wild spirit, became a wolf again, and raced off to tell her wolf friends of the spirit she discovered.
“Unfortunately, a human had spotted her turning into a dog, and considered her a demon. He made up the story of the werewolves. Luckily, he didn’t see what she looked like, so she could continue going on, living in her human form. This was the start of the werewolves,” finished Roush, looking from one wolf to the next.
“Wasn’t there more to the story?” asked a little wolf cub named Mooki. “That seemed a little short.”
“There’s far more than just that,” explained Roush. “This is just an overview of the whole topic. Maybe one day I can explain the whole thing to you.” Mooki bounced up and down, clapping her paws, and rubbing her nose against Roush’s coat.
“One wolf, Angel, realized it’d be easier to become a human, so we wouldn’t need so much violence. She started creeping around and studying them to her best degree. She found humans really disliked things that were different, and often even changed the most beautiful forests to mush to build their nests. She wandered around the country, watching their every move. They sometimes would go to a place with lots of nests and would trade little coins for food or milk.
“Seeing this made her angry. She didn’t want humans making the beautiful wildlife useless, barren and plain. There was a whole world out there, but the humans figured they were the top, and would stop at nothing to stay there. They hunted wolves for the fur, maybe the meat. Besides that, they threw the carcass away. Angel figured if they could become modest humans, but have the soul of the wild still within them, they could stay safe, and maybe even build a better human race.
“She went back to her natural home, the forest, and preached far and wide of her ideas. Soon, every forest in the Thirteen Colonies knew of her ideas, and some were deciding to go along. How would they become human? When would the process start? They needed some way to understand what the humans were saying, and how to become like them.
“The wolves decided they would just act like humans, and more and more, become like the humans themselves. After long, mind killing years of trying, Angel found a way to become human. She just needed to be able to switch her body from wolf to human every time she needed to. She went, watching humans once more, following their every move once again in order to get the information wolves needed. After about six years of searching, she came across a single way. She felt human inside, she even felt like it was a natural feeling. She let that feeling rise out of her body, rise slowly in order to try something.
“The human side rose out, and she looked down. She was a normal, everyday human! She looked like a human, understood what the other humans were saying, and found it quite the interest. She quickly unleashed her wild spirit, became a wolf again, and raced off to tell her wolf friends of the spirit she discovered.
“Unfortunately, a human had spotted her turning into a dog, and considered her a demon. He made up the story of the werewolves. Luckily, he didn’t see what she looked like, so she could continue going on, living in her human form. This was the start of the werewolves,” finished Roush, looking from one wolf to the next.
“Wasn’t there more to the story?” asked a little wolf cub named Mooki. “That seemed a little short.”
“There’s far more than just that,” explained Roush. “This is just an overview of the whole topic. Maybe one day I can explain the whole thing to you.” Mooki bounced up and down, clapping her paws, and rubbing her nose against Roush’s coat.
Passage Eight
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“You were almost late. I’m ashamed of you!” called an Elder, Roush. “Messing around with a nineteen year old human I presume. Tanya, as such a talented werewolf, I’m ashamed to see you falling in love with someone not even our species!” Tanya’s emotion was hard to read, but as her friend, I could see she was glaring at Roush.
Sunny, a werewolf bully, stalked over to us and plopped down next to Tanya.
“Nice going tiger, you made Grandpa mad!” she teased. She scratched at Tanya’s face and stalked away, her nose to her tail perked up high in the night sky.
“Oh that Sunny!” I hissed, spitting onto the dirt. My claws were clenched, making my soft paws starting to bleed. I relaxed to the pain, and glared at Sunny, sitting next to my own brother, Tray. Tray was nuzzling her and telling her something. Even I knew he was telling her that she needed to stop bothering us. Sunny would just say ‘Ok,’ but continue to bully anyways.
“We are here to discuss a very important topic: humans. They are beginning to discover us in the smallest ways possible. Hunters and trappers are even entering our sacred forest just to prove we’re real. We must start having patrols, and werewolves must stay in wolf form unless our pack leader says otherwise,” Roush hissed, turning around towards Tom, who nodded.
“It is about time you all knew of our beginning. Wolves crawled through the forests, keeping their minds on their prey and natural way of life. Humans started realizing that wolves might be dangerous, and killed them whenever they could. To protect themselves, wolves started moving deeper and deeper into the forests.
“You were almost late. I’m ashamed of you!” called an Elder, Roush. “Messing around with a nineteen year old human I presume. Tanya, as such a talented werewolf, I’m ashamed to see you falling in love with someone not even our species!” Tanya’s emotion was hard to read, but as her friend, I could see she was glaring at Roush.
Sunny, a werewolf bully, stalked over to us and plopped down next to Tanya.
“Nice going tiger, you made Grandpa mad!” she teased. She scratched at Tanya’s face and stalked away, her nose to her tail perked up high in the night sky.
“Oh that Sunny!” I hissed, spitting onto the dirt. My claws were clenched, making my soft paws starting to bleed. I relaxed to the pain, and glared at Sunny, sitting next to my own brother, Tray. Tray was nuzzling her and telling her something. Even I knew he was telling her that she needed to stop bothering us. Sunny would just say ‘Ok,’ but continue to bully anyways.
“We are here to discuss a very important topic: humans. They are beginning to discover us in the smallest ways possible. Hunters and trappers are even entering our sacred forest just to prove we’re real. We must start having patrols, and werewolves must stay in wolf form unless our pack leader says otherwise,” Roush hissed, turning around towards Tom, who nodded.
“It is about time you all knew of our beginning. Wolves crawled through the forests, keeping their minds on their prey and natural way of life. Humans started realizing that wolves might be dangerous, and killed them whenever they could. To protect themselves, wolves started moving deeper and deeper into the forests.
Passage Seven
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“Let me get that for you!” he stated, and picked it up. Tanya gave me an I-told-you-so look. Just perfect. Now I got a human checking me out and maybe even wanting to date me! The cashier carried the bags out of the store, locked the door, and walked with us down the street.
“Busy night?” he asked, trying to catch my gaze.
“Huh? Oh yeah,” I replied, deciding to let him catch it. He looked about nineteen. I was only sixteen! “Mom needed some stuff, so I decided to bring Tanya along.” I always tried bringing Tanya into the conversation, and this time she blushed and looked away.
“Tanya, you can’t go on loving humans! They’d never be able to know why you were gone so long when you were!” I warned a whisper to her ear. She blushed harder and looked down, sighing.
“I know. It’s just, this one is different. He’s nice and calm. He’s handsome and loving. You don’t know how much I envy you right now,” she replied, head still down. I gasped, not believing what I just heard. Tanya was envying me! She was a girl who never envied anyone and had never meant to!
“I can’t believe I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Dylan, and I work at the grocer’s every Saturday night,” the cashier started up a conversation, this time looking at Tanya. “Can you introduce me to your friend?” He whispered this into my ear, and I gasped.
“Sure! That’s Tanya, my best friend ever! She’s quite silly and fast, and I don’t mean that in a rude way either,” I laughed, moving aside so Tanya could stand next to Dylan. We walked down the road towards the 24hour Dunkin Donuts.
“Want to get some donuts?” asked Dylan, holding the door open for us. “I’m buying!” We laughed and joked and had a good time until I realized what time it was. The clock said it was 12:30am! I couldn’t have been gone that long! By the time I got back to May, it would already be 1:30am even taking the short cut!
“So the final joke is a friend is going to visit her blonde friend. She pulls up to the door and sees a dog running around in the yard. ‘What is her name?’ she asks her blonde friend, watching the dog with great eyes. ‘Timex’ replies the friend. ‘Why, those are odd names!’ exclaims the girl. ‘Well, she’s a watch dog.’ Says the blonde,” Dylan laughed, and he passed the money over to the cashier for the donuts.
“Oh my gosh Dylan! I didn’t know anyone could tell such good jokes!” laughed Tanya, wrapping up her untouched chocolate donut and pushing it aside. “We got to get going though.” We both looked up at the clock and she sighed. She probably wouldn’t see Dylan ever again and she had grown to love him!
“The Elders will be expecting us,” I hissed into Tanya’s ear. “They called a meeting for tonight remember?” She gasped, and we gave our thanks to Dylan. He reached over, grabbed a sheet of paper, and jotted down a number.
“Here’s my number. I’ll see you two around sometime,” he shoved the paper into Tanya’s hand and, winking, jogged out of the donut shop, barely remembering his coat.
“We need to hurry to the Meeting!” I hissed, and we dashed out the door after Dylan into the dark night.
Cars slowly rode down the road, stopping to look at nothing. We dashed across the road, barely avoiding an oncoming semi, and dashed into the forest, transforming into wolves in the midst of running.
“Let me get that for you!” he stated, and picked it up. Tanya gave me an I-told-you-so look. Just perfect. Now I got a human checking me out and maybe even wanting to date me! The cashier carried the bags out of the store, locked the door, and walked with us down the street.
“Busy night?” he asked, trying to catch my gaze.
“Huh? Oh yeah,” I replied, deciding to let him catch it. He looked about nineteen. I was only sixteen! “Mom needed some stuff, so I decided to bring Tanya along.” I always tried bringing Tanya into the conversation, and this time she blushed and looked away.
“Tanya, you can’t go on loving humans! They’d never be able to know why you were gone so long when you were!” I warned a whisper to her ear. She blushed harder and looked down, sighing.
“I know. It’s just, this one is different. He’s nice and calm. He’s handsome and loving. You don’t know how much I envy you right now,” she replied, head still down. I gasped, not believing what I just heard. Tanya was envying me! She was a girl who never envied anyone and had never meant to!
“I can’t believe I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Dylan, and I work at the grocer’s every Saturday night,” the cashier started up a conversation, this time looking at Tanya. “Can you introduce me to your friend?” He whispered this into my ear, and I gasped.
“Sure! That’s Tanya, my best friend ever! She’s quite silly and fast, and I don’t mean that in a rude way either,” I laughed, moving aside so Tanya could stand next to Dylan. We walked down the road towards the 24hour Dunkin Donuts.
“Want to get some donuts?” asked Dylan, holding the door open for us. “I’m buying!” We laughed and joked and had a good time until I realized what time it was. The clock said it was 12:30am! I couldn’t have been gone that long! By the time I got back to May, it would already be 1:30am even taking the short cut!
“So the final joke is a friend is going to visit her blonde friend. She pulls up to the door and sees a dog running around in the yard. ‘What is her name?’ she asks her blonde friend, watching the dog with great eyes. ‘Timex’ replies the friend. ‘Why, those are odd names!’ exclaims the girl. ‘Well, she’s a watch dog.’ Says the blonde,” Dylan laughed, and he passed the money over to the cashier for the donuts.
“Oh my gosh Dylan! I didn’t know anyone could tell such good jokes!” laughed Tanya, wrapping up her untouched chocolate donut and pushing it aside. “We got to get going though.” We both looked up at the clock and she sighed. She probably wouldn’t see Dylan ever again and she had grown to love him!
“The Elders will be expecting us,” I hissed into Tanya’s ear. “They called a meeting for tonight remember?” She gasped, and we gave our thanks to Dylan. He reached over, grabbed a sheet of paper, and jotted down a number.
“Here’s my number. I’ll see you two around sometime,” he shoved the paper into Tanya’s hand and, winking, jogged out of the donut shop, barely remembering his coat.
“We need to hurry to the Meeting!” I hissed, and we dashed out the door after Dylan into the dark night.
Cars slowly rode down the road, stopping to look at nothing. We dashed across the road, barely avoiding an oncoming semi, and dashed into the forest, transforming into wolves in the midst of running.
Passage Six
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He pointed it at Tanya, who gasped and tore at him. She dove at him and when he shot, she dodged it. She slashed his face, and he fell to the ground. Tony, scared stiff, wheeled around and ran for his life. That’s when I jumped onto his back, making him fall to the ground.
“You’d better stop bothering us, and if you want to get out of here alive, I’d suggest telling the media you were both just fools messing around and telling stories,” I hissed in his ear, even I surprised at the fact that I was speaking plain English in wolf form.
“Y-y-you got it…sir,” Tony shivered, and squiggled out of my grasp. “Fred, you fool! These are just plain wolves that are starve-ridden! That’s it! I’m out of here you big fat liar!” He wheeled around and marched out of the forest, not turning to even pick up his shotgun.
“Get back here Tony! Tony!!!” screamed Fred. Police cars were skidding up the street, and an ambulance almost crashed into a light post, which I found ironic. Me and Tanya looked at each other.
“Time for us to go!” Tanya giggled, and we raced off into the forest. She shook her head, and I felt the wind fly through my ears. We ran towards the grocery store, acting harmless. By the time we got there, the streets were empty. We turned back into humans and ran to catch the last hour of the grocery store.
We ran up one aisle, down the next, grabbing this and that. Finally, we walked up to the cash register, five minutes left to buy the stuff.
“Hey. You want me to bag those things for you?” asked the guy at the cash register. Tanya giggled and looked at me with a weird expression on her face. She rarely giggled, so this meant something must be either funny, or she was just acting childish.
“He’s checking you out,” she whispered in my ear very quietly. I stared back at her, and she bobbed her head up and down as if I were happy about it.
“That’s disgusting!” I whispered back to her, the dude at the cash register finishing to scan the last item.
“You really think so? I think he’s kind of cute!” she replied, and I looked back towards the cashier. He had dark blond hair, brown eyes which kept on his work, a little bit of scruff on his chin, a normal sized nose, and rather tight lips.
“I would think he’s more interested in you Tanya,” I whispered to her after trying to see what she meant. He was only a little handsome, and I wouldn’t, like, go out with him or anything!
“Oh no! He was definitely checking you out!” she said promptly, and picked up some of the bags. I picked up another one, and the cashier put his hand on mine.
He pointed it at Tanya, who gasped and tore at him. She dove at him and when he shot, she dodged it. She slashed his face, and he fell to the ground. Tony, scared stiff, wheeled around and ran for his life. That’s when I jumped onto his back, making him fall to the ground.
“You’d better stop bothering us, and if you want to get out of here alive, I’d suggest telling the media you were both just fools messing around and telling stories,” I hissed in his ear, even I surprised at the fact that I was speaking plain English in wolf form.
“Y-y-you got it…sir,” Tony shivered, and squiggled out of my grasp. “Fred, you fool! These are just plain wolves that are starve-ridden! That’s it! I’m out of here you big fat liar!” He wheeled around and marched out of the forest, not turning to even pick up his shotgun.
“Get back here Tony! Tony!!!” screamed Fred. Police cars were skidding up the street, and an ambulance almost crashed into a light post, which I found ironic. Me and Tanya looked at each other.
“Time for us to go!” Tanya giggled, and we raced off into the forest. She shook her head, and I felt the wind fly through my ears. We ran towards the grocery store, acting harmless. By the time we got there, the streets were empty. We turned back into humans and ran to catch the last hour of the grocery store.
We ran up one aisle, down the next, grabbing this and that. Finally, we walked up to the cash register, five minutes left to buy the stuff.
“Hey. You want me to bag those things for you?” asked the guy at the cash register. Tanya giggled and looked at me with a weird expression on her face. She rarely giggled, so this meant something must be either funny, or she was just acting childish.
“He’s checking you out,” she whispered in my ear very quietly. I stared back at her, and she bobbed her head up and down as if I were happy about it.
“That’s disgusting!” I whispered back to her, the dude at the cash register finishing to scan the last item.
“You really think so? I think he’s kind of cute!” she replied, and I looked back towards the cashier. He had dark blond hair, brown eyes which kept on his work, a little bit of scruff on his chin, a normal sized nose, and rather tight lips.
“I would think he’s more interested in you Tanya,” I whispered to her after trying to see what she meant. He was only a little handsome, and I wouldn’t, like, go out with him or anything!
“Oh no! He was definitely checking you out!” she said promptly, and picked up some of the bags. I picked up another one, and the cashier put his hand on mine.
Passage Five
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“Yeah, how did you know?”
“There was this man on T.V. who said werewolves were among us, and that he and a friend were going to capture one for proof when people started laughing at him,” May sighed, tears growing in her eyes.
I jogged up the stairs to my room. It had changed since the last month I had been there. No more posters of famous stars were hanging on the walls, the mini T.V. had been unhooked and probably brought to May’s room, my stash of papers and pencils had been discovered, and tossed randomly around my bed. My bed had no more covers; instead, there was a mattress and a little sheet of cloth over the mattress. It looked like the place hadn’t been cleaned in millennia! I sighed; picked up the covers I found on the floor and threw them back on the bed. I picked out each pencil and drawn on paper. I found a piece of scrap paper showing a very detailed, lifelike, picture of a cat. Another picture was of a wolf. Not a werewolf, just a regular wolf. I had forgotten what life I had without being in wolf form. I shoved them in a bag, and headed down the stairs.
“Since you’re here Lillian, can you go down to the shop and buy these things for me?” May asked, holding out a piece of paper with a bunch of words scratched on to it. They had the simple ‘milk’ and ‘bread’ but also things like ‘cottage cheese from the CheddarMice brand’ and weird things like that.
I grabbed the paper, stuffed it into my bag, and jogged outside. I grabbed Tanya before going, because as werewolves, we always needed a buddy to come with us everywhere.
We headed down the bumpy, old road which led to the forest. The forest was a faster way to the grocery store. We headed off the sidewalk onto the dirt path and headed for the trees. Just then, a car went bumpity bump down the road, and carrying up water from the side of the path, splashed me and Tanya in the face.
“Stupid car drivers,” she muttered, and we quickly ran for the shelter of the trees.
We transformed into wolves just in time to sniff out a familiar rotten stench, Tony and Fred were back. We rushed under some bushes and quickly slipped through two tree trunks where they couldn’t spot us.
“Tony, you’d better get that gun loaded. We have company,” Fred laughed manically, pulling out a mini pistol.
“Yeah, how did you know?”
“There was this man on T.V. who said werewolves were among us, and that he and a friend were going to capture one for proof when people started laughing at him,” May sighed, tears growing in her eyes.
I jogged up the stairs to my room. It had changed since the last month I had been there. No more posters of famous stars were hanging on the walls, the mini T.V. had been unhooked and probably brought to May’s room, my stash of papers and pencils had been discovered, and tossed randomly around my bed. My bed had no more covers; instead, there was a mattress and a little sheet of cloth over the mattress. It looked like the place hadn’t been cleaned in millennia! I sighed; picked up the covers I found on the floor and threw them back on the bed. I picked out each pencil and drawn on paper. I found a piece of scrap paper showing a very detailed, lifelike, picture of a cat. Another picture was of a wolf. Not a werewolf, just a regular wolf. I had forgotten what life I had without being in wolf form. I shoved them in a bag, and headed down the stairs.
“Since you’re here Lillian, can you go down to the shop and buy these things for me?” May asked, holding out a piece of paper with a bunch of words scratched on to it. They had the simple ‘milk’ and ‘bread’ but also things like ‘cottage cheese from the CheddarMice brand’ and weird things like that.
I grabbed the paper, stuffed it into my bag, and jogged outside. I grabbed Tanya before going, because as werewolves, we always needed a buddy to come with us everywhere.
We headed down the bumpy, old road which led to the forest. The forest was a faster way to the grocery store. We headed off the sidewalk onto the dirt path and headed for the trees. Just then, a car went bumpity bump down the road, and carrying up water from the side of the path, splashed me and Tanya in the face.
“Stupid car drivers,” she muttered, and we quickly ran for the shelter of the trees.
We transformed into wolves just in time to sniff out a familiar rotten stench, Tony and Fred were back. We rushed under some bushes and quickly slipped through two tree trunks where they couldn’t spot us.
“Tony, you’d better get that gun loaded. We have company,” Fred laughed manically, pulling out a mini pistol.
Passage Four
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“Oh my gosh! There are werewolves in there? Wait, the news is just making all that stuff up! We were fine when we were in there. No werewolves attacked us!” Tanya thought up quickly, putting her hands on her hips. The father glared her down, and then turned his attention to me.
“We were taking a nature walk, hoping to prove once and for all there are no such things as werewolves,” I said indignantly. He rolled his eyes and said something in Spanish to his wife, who nodded her head sadly.
“Well, you’re lucky! A bunch of trappers are going in there, and it’s a wonder you didn’t get caught in a trap at least!” he explained, and waved us off, his family following him to the other end of the lake, where their picnic basket was. I sighed, and turned my back on him.
“He’s growing suspicious, that’s not good!” I exclaimed, and Tanya and me walked along the banks, looking for maybe some seashells or sand dollars. We walked, being careful not to step on sharp pieces of broken beer bottle glass. Tanya leaned on my shoulder, looking tired. I suddenly felt very droopy. The humans didn’t want us going back to the forest; we’d have to go to our houses away from the forest.
“Let’s get to the human houses,” she yawned, leaning harder, but careful not to hurt me in doing so.
We walked down the beach, up towards the grocery store, down the road, past the mall, past the post office, through the strawberry gardens, and into the housing areas. We both lived on the same street. My adopted werewolf mom, May, would be waiting inside like she always was. She was one of the only werewolves who preferred being human. Of course, so was Tanya’s adopted mom, Summer, who spent almost her whole life in the house.
We walked down the road together, but I walked into building 534, she walked into 567.
“Are you actually home?” asked May. She turned to look at me, nodded, and turned back to making her lunch. “How’s the pack doing?”
“Well, not so well actually. The Elders are discussing the topic of people knowing who we are every night, and this man can, like, sense werewolves! You’re not safe here anymore, and neither am I! I’m thinking of just staying wolf form forever!” I sighed, deciding the smartest thing to start with was the man.
“Is the man’s name Fred?”
“Hello. I don’t believe we’ve met,” I introduced myself to the family kindly, hoping they wouldn’t get suspicious of us being in the forest. The youngest, a little boy with green eyes, tilted his head and whispered something to his dad.
“Um. Hello. What exactly were you two teenagers doing in the forest full of werewolves?” asked the father, a man with glasses and a bald head.“Oh my gosh! There are werewolves in there? Wait, the news is just making all that stuff up! We were fine when we were in there. No werewolves attacked us!” Tanya thought up quickly, putting her hands on her hips. The father glared her down, and then turned his attention to me.
“We were taking a nature walk, hoping to prove once and for all there are no such things as werewolves,” I said indignantly. He rolled his eyes and said something in Spanish to his wife, who nodded her head sadly.
“Well, you’re lucky! A bunch of trappers are going in there, and it’s a wonder you didn’t get caught in a trap at least!” he explained, and waved us off, his family following him to the other end of the lake, where their picnic basket was. I sighed, and turned my back on him.
“He’s growing suspicious, that’s not good!” I exclaimed, and Tanya and me walked along the banks, looking for maybe some seashells or sand dollars. We walked, being careful not to step on sharp pieces of broken beer bottle glass. Tanya leaned on my shoulder, looking tired. I suddenly felt very droopy. The humans didn’t want us going back to the forest; we’d have to go to our houses away from the forest.
“Let’s get to the human houses,” she yawned, leaning harder, but careful not to hurt me in doing so.
We walked down the beach, up towards the grocery store, down the road, past the mall, past the post office, through the strawberry gardens, and into the housing areas. We both lived on the same street. My adopted werewolf mom, May, would be waiting inside like she always was. She was one of the only werewolves who preferred being human. Of course, so was Tanya’s adopted mom, Summer, who spent almost her whole life in the house.
We walked down the road together, but I walked into building 534, she walked into 567.
“Are you actually home?” asked May. She turned to look at me, nodded, and turned back to making her lunch. “How’s the pack doing?”
“Well, not so well actually. The Elders are discussing the topic of people knowing who we are every night, and this man can, like, sense werewolves! You’re not safe here anymore, and neither am I! I’m thinking of just staying wolf form forever!” I sighed, deciding the smartest thing to start with was the man.
“Is the man’s name Fred?”
Monday, June 27, 2011
Passage Three
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“The Elders are already trying to discuss the matters of the humans even knowing we’re around! Telling them this would just give them a heart attack!” I warned, thinking of the wise, elderly gray wolves that spent their time discussing the protection of us. I thought of them all crowded around a campfire, telling the young ones of the old times they had. Shuddering to think me as an elder, I directed my attention back to Tanya, who was staring at me.
“We have to do something! We can’t just let them not know about this! At least let’s tell the pack leader. Sorry, fine, at least let’s tell Tom!” she insisted, barely dodging a tree in front of her. I noticed we were approaching the lake, and my nose got into action. Humans sometimes took a dive in the lake, so we always had to make sure there were none around.
“Humans!” I warned, and we turned slowly into human form. Our snouts became shorter, and divided into a mouth and nose. Our fur disappeared, leaving only t-shirts, shorts, and flip flops. Oh yeah, and our long, silky hair was there too. My hair wasn’t white like my fur, but a jet black, reminding me of the night sky without stars. Our paws became smaller, and we stood back on two feet.
Walking out of the bushes, me and Tanya looked at each other. The humans were all laughing and having a good time, a family. We hadn’t had a good, true family since our parents, all four of which died in fighting when we were young, had been around. My only family was my younger brother, Tray, and he was almost always going undercover for information of what people were talking about werewolves. He never had said anything about a man in a black overcoat though. Tanya had an older sister, Nina, but Nina was Tom’s mate, so she had more important things to do. That was why Tanya always called him ‘Tom.’
Tom is the pack leader, a large, jet black wolf with white paws and snout. His eyes were brown fire, but a warming fire, a fire that comforted you and made you feel at home. He is a fast, strong fighter, muscles weaving him together. His voice was deep and scruffy, making many of the young pups laugh. He loved the young pups and cared for them, making them laugh. Whenever he laughed, you could feel joy rushing through your fur (er, I should say, whole body).
“The Elders are already trying to discuss the matters of the humans even knowing we’re around! Telling them this would just give them a heart attack!” I warned, thinking of the wise, elderly gray wolves that spent their time discussing the protection of us. I thought of them all crowded around a campfire, telling the young ones of the old times they had. Shuddering to think me as an elder, I directed my attention back to Tanya, who was staring at me.
“We have to do something! We can’t just let them not know about this! At least let’s tell the pack leader. Sorry, fine, at least let’s tell Tom!” she insisted, barely dodging a tree in front of her. I noticed we were approaching the lake, and my nose got into action. Humans sometimes took a dive in the lake, so we always had to make sure there were none around.
“Humans!” I warned, and we turned slowly into human form. Our snouts became shorter, and divided into a mouth and nose. Our fur disappeared, leaving only t-shirts, shorts, and flip flops. Oh yeah, and our long, silky hair was there too. My hair wasn’t white like my fur, but a jet black, reminding me of the night sky without stars. Our paws became smaller, and we stood back on two feet.
Walking out of the bushes, me and Tanya looked at each other. The humans were all laughing and having a good time, a family. We hadn’t had a good, true family since our parents, all four of which died in fighting when we were young, had been around. My only family was my younger brother, Tray, and he was almost always going undercover for information of what people were talking about werewolves. He never had said anything about a man in a black overcoat though. Tanya had an older sister, Nina, but Nina was Tom’s mate, so she had more important things to do. That was why Tanya always called him ‘Tom.’
Tom is the pack leader, a large, jet black wolf with white paws and snout. His eyes were brown fire, but a warming fire, a fire that comforted you and made you feel at home. He is a fast, strong fighter, muscles weaving him together. His voice was deep and scruffy, making many of the young pups laugh. He loved the young pups and cared for them, making them laugh. Whenever he laughed, you could feel joy rushing through your fur (er, I should say, whole body).
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Passage Two
Passage Two of Escape!
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“I think it’s somewhere farther north,” decided Fred, and they scurried away. Fred didn’t even bother to pick up his overcoat.
I crept out of the underbrush, alert of the men. They were heading back to their Camero, Fred still forgetting his overcoat. I figured it would set a trap for me, so I stalked south, towards the lake, towards civilization.
I picked up a scent of prey, so quickened my pace. I was surprised when Tanya, another wolf, appeared at my side.
“You need to use your nose more, Lily,” she teased, brushing her nose against my muddy coat.
“Oh be quiet,” I replied, looking down at my coat. It was normally snow white, but it had turned murky brown from crouching in the mud. “Some of those hunters came again. One of them didn’t have a gun, but he could almost sense me! Right when I thought he was staring right at me he turned away. There was something different about that guy, Tanya. His name was Fred.” Tanya took her head away from my coat, her face looking more serious and straight faced.
“This isn’t good. He could sense you? No normal human can do that! No, he must have been messing around with his friend. They smelled like rotten eggs! I could smell them from a mile away, literally!” she coughed, probably remembering the stench. I hadn’t thought about how bad they smelled, for I had been too worried that he would find me.
“He almost caught me,” I whispered so that barely Tanya could hear. “He said they’d be the first to catch a werewolf, but he suddenly just said one had been more north.”
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“I think it’s somewhere farther north,” decided Fred, and they scurried away. Fred didn’t even bother to pick up his overcoat.
I crept out of the underbrush, alert of the men. They were heading back to their Camero, Fred still forgetting his overcoat. I figured it would set a trap for me, so I stalked south, towards the lake, towards civilization.
I picked up a scent of prey, so quickened my pace. I was surprised when Tanya, another wolf, appeared at my side.
“You need to use your nose more, Lily,” she teased, brushing her nose against my muddy coat.
“Oh be quiet,” I replied, looking down at my coat. It was normally snow white, but it had turned murky brown from crouching in the mud. “Some of those hunters came again. One of them didn’t have a gun, but he could almost sense me! Right when I thought he was staring right at me he turned away. There was something different about that guy, Tanya. His name was Fred.” Tanya took her head away from my coat, her face looking more serious and straight faced.
“This isn’t good. He could sense you? No normal human can do that! No, he must have been messing around with his friend. They smelled like rotten eggs! I could smell them from a mile away, literally!” she coughed, probably remembering the stench. I hadn’t thought about how bad they smelled, for I had been too worried that he would find me.
“He almost caught me,” I whispered so that barely Tanya could hear. “He said they’d be the first to catch a werewolf, but he suddenly just said one had been more north.”
“That isn’t good at all!” exclaimed Tanya. “I was about a mile north of where you had been! He must have known something. Maybe even the forest isn’t safe anymore! We have to warn the Elders!”
I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you. My name is Lillian, and I’m a werewolf. Not one of those flesh eating things that will kill whatever gets in their way, a large looking wolf with excellent hearing and smelling. Yes, we transformed from human to wolf form, but we all preferred wolf form. It was more comfortable. The only time we weren’t in wolf form was when we were at home or acting like normal humans, which wasn’t often. We didn’t speak any language; we could just understand each other’s thoughts. When we transformed, the clothes we had on while transforming earlier on were still on us. It was like they couldn’t be harmed while I was in wolf form.
Tanya is my best bud, a ginger coated werewolf about the size of a normal, full grown wolf. She can disguise her scent so you can’t smell her when she’s coming, and she uses it for pranks on me. Her coat blends in with the woods, her favorite place in the world. She can actually climb trees, so she often does whenever a hunter is about. She isn’t a very amazing fighter, so she normally will run away from violence. Oh yeah, and she’s very clumsy. The only time she wasn’t clumsy was when a hunter was around. She trips over her own paws, even though she’s a very fast runner. She’s two years older than me, eighteen, but we’re still best buds ever.Friday, June 24, 2011
Passage One
Well, let's see whether this is a success. Here's the first passage, hope you like it:
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I walked through the woods, aware of every tiny thing around me. The wind blew softly, ringing in my ears. I approached the river; my huge front paws started padding against the mud. I listened for the sound of anyone around, but I couldn’t hear anything with the easy swish swoosh of the river and the whoooo of the wind. I could smell the river now. Its strong, fish-scented aroma overcame me, and I found myself running towards the smell. Fish swam through the clean, clear water, and I could see weeds growing around it vigorously, trying to take in all the sunlight they could in the dense forest.
My stomach lurked as I heard footsteps walking towards the stream. I ran into bushes on the far side of the river, my ears and nose fully alert. A man with a shotgun came out of some bushes, looking in all directions. If only I could kill him now, so he wouldn’t be able to tell the story. Then, though, news would cross the country, and maybe even the world. I didn’t want that happening all because I harmed a human with a shotgun.
“Fred, I don’t see anything,” the man called back towards a man in a black coat, just emerging from the bushes. I hadn’t even realized he had been there.
“There’s a werewolf here, I’m sure of it, Tony,” said the man named Fred.
“You’re positive? I can’t see a darn thing but those fish and the squirrels. Can you like smell it or something?” insisted the man called Tony.
“I’m positive. I can’t smell it, but I can just feel it. There’s a werewolf around here, Tony, and we’re going to be the ones to catch it,” concluded Fred. He stared at each individual bush, trying to detect a single sound or motion. I found him staring straight at me, my heart pumped faster, but he turned away abruptly, his overcoat falling away and showing a red Pac man t-shirt.
I couldn’t escape if I ran. Tony would shoot me, and that’d be the end of it. My friends and family would all be in danger if I let him kill me. I stayed close to the ground, my messy fur blending in with the mud on the ground. I couldn’t tell if Fred really knew I was there, or if he was just saying that to encourage his friend.
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I walked through the woods, aware of every tiny thing around me. The wind blew softly, ringing in my ears. I approached the river; my huge front paws started padding against the mud. I listened for the sound of anyone around, but I couldn’t hear anything with the easy swish swoosh of the river and the whoooo of the wind. I could smell the river now. Its strong, fish-scented aroma overcame me, and I found myself running towards the smell. Fish swam through the clean, clear water, and I could see weeds growing around it vigorously, trying to take in all the sunlight they could in the dense forest.
My stomach lurked as I heard footsteps walking towards the stream. I ran into bushes on the far side of the river, my ears and nose fully alert. A man with a shotgun came out of some bushes, looking in all directions. If only I could kill him now, so he wouldn’t be able to tell the story. Then, though, news would cross the country, and maybe even the world. I didn’t want that happening all because I harmed a human with a shotgun.
“Fred, I don’t see anything,” the man called back towards a man in a black coat, just emerging from the bushes. I hadn’t even realized he had been there.
“There’s a werewolf here, I’m sure of it, Tony,” said the man named Fred.
“You’re positive? I can’t see a darn thing but those fish and the squirrels. Can you like smell it or something?” insisted the man called Tony.
“I’m positive. I can’t smell it, but I can just feel it. There’s a werewolf around here, Tony, and we’re going to be the ones to catch it,” concluded Fred. He stared at each individual bush, trying to detect a single sound or motion. I found him staring straight at me, my heart pumped faster, but he turned away abruptly, his overcoat falling away and showing a red Pac man t-shirt.
I couldn’t escape if I ran. Tony would shoot me, and that’d be the end of it. My friends and family would all be in danger if I let him kill me. I stayed close to the ground, my messy fur blending in with the mud on the ground. I couldn’t tell if Fred really knew I was there, or if he was just saying that to encourage his friend.
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