Post by Heather on Dec 27, 2006 13:24:13 GMT
On good days, Heather and her wolf got along. On good nights of the moon, she felt as if she was this close to finally taming the beast within her. Tonight, was not a good night. The full moon was always the worse, when the creature’s power was at its peak. And her wolf did not appreciate being locked up in a makeshift cage, alone. Not when it could smell other wolves outside, having fun. It howled, tossing its stocky body against the bars of the cage, howls increasing when the metal refused to buckle under the pressure.
Heather had spent weeks working on the cage, building it during the night when she could be alone and safe from humans. She had yet to create one which lasted longer than the three nights, her wolf’s fury meaning come the morning after the last moon she would awaken to find the cage weak around her, in need of repairs.
The beast snarled and threw itself against the bars again, almost blinded by the rage. It wanted out! It wanted to run with other wolves, it wanted to hunt the tasty morsels of humankind it could sense just out of its reach. In a small corner of her mind Heather closed mental eyes, praying for the night to be over soon. She had hated the nights when her family had been forced to lock her up but at least then there had been her family. Now she was alone and it was even worse. The wolf paused and tilted it head, yellow eyes narrowing before heaving against the bars with its left side. Was it imagining it or did the cage move slightly under the onslaught?
Heather had spent weeks working on the cage, building it during the night when she could be alone and safe from humans. She had yet to create one which lasted longer than the three nights, her wolf’s fury meaning come the morning after the last moon she would awaken to find the cage weak around her, in need of repairs.
The beast snarled and threw itself against the bars again, almost blinded by the rage. It wanted out! It wanted to run with other wolves, it wanted to hunt the tasty morsels of humankind it could sense just out of its reach. In a small corner of her mind Heather closed mental eyes, praying for the night to be over soon. She had hated the nights when her family had been forced to lock her up but at least then there had been her family. Now she was alone and it was even worse. The wolf paused and tilted it head, yellow eyes narrowing before heaving against the bars with its left side. Was it imagining it or did the cage move slightly under the onslaught?