The Great Journey
#2 of The Greatest Pack of All...
Hey everybody, this is Morpheus with his first story series. This thing will only get better and better. Only problem is my character has no name(still!) I was told to follow my heart and my character will name himself but nothing came up. Sorry!!!! Look. This is where I get serious. I got three parts up and I want more Ideas. Please e-mail me with Ideas and Names @ [[email protected]](%5C) For now, I'm just gonna call him Emanon. Thanks and good reading!
The cold air blew through the plains of Ranthambore(Western India). The Grass swayed slowly, caressed by the gentle breeze. This time, however, the wind was accompanied by an unexpected guest. Snowflakes started to fall from the seemingly eternal gray sky. Two snowflakes happened to land on a narrow nose with a black tip and fur that matched the skies. The snout, which belonged to a wolf, twitched. He woke up expecting the unforgiving sting of the morning light, but was pleasently surprised by a cold breeze. This wolf was used to being alone. He was okay with it. But sometimes...He felt something on his leg and looked down. The Tiger was there. Still sleeping off the effects of passion. The flood of semen at the base of her tail was dried up but still left a permanent mark on the plains. This loner, known as Emanon, sniffed once, long and deep, and full of pride. He looked out towards the sunrise.
Knowing.
He knew he couldn't be tied down to a commitment. And that's why. That's why he had to leave. Emanon stood up and took some steps toward the north. He stopped and turned around to take a last look at his mate. She was still sleeping off the effects of his overwhelming sex drive. With what would be a smile to humans, Emanon left. The brave wolf kept walking, rarely stopping unless it was for food or water. The climate changed as he moved up. Soon, it was snowing hard. The lone wolf's body started to get cold and it affected his journey, but he kept going. Emanon was still walking in that pleasant morning turned cold night, when he saw something. He walked up to the rock shaped thing. As Emanon got closer, the shape started heaving. He couldn't help but wonder what this creature could be. It twitched, setting the wolf into a panic. He started barking at the hump of brown matter. That brown matter turned over and growled as it stood up to a staggering six and a half feet! This thing was a grizzly bear. Hibernating. And this wolf had just woken him up. This bear got pissed and attacked the wolf with a rage. Knowing this was gonna be one hell of a fight, he dodged the razor sharp claws and lunged at him. Emanon bit into the bear's right side of the stomach, close to his leg. A shout of pain erupted from the grizzly and the wolf didn't let go. This mammal was smart though. He rolled around in the snow repeatedly. This had no effect on the bear because of his thick fur, but it was excrutiating for Emanon, he was being rolled over in the cold snow by a half ton bear. The pain was just too much and he had to let go. He backed away and then remembered that attacking the neck is the dying clincher for any living thing. He charged the grizzly, who was now on all fours. The bear, seeing this attack coming, roared and used a powerful paw to swipe the wolf in midar. Emanon was slammed against a tree bark and yelped-for the first time in his life-in pain. He couldn't take anymore. The world started to turn black;the grizzly advanced to kill. But before he passed out, he saw a blur of white and brown fur fall towards the ground.....
Silence. Then swirls of light appear in the eyes of this wolf. With a cringing whine he leaned his head up and found he was in a cave. How he got here and how he is still alive, he didn't know. He stood up, adapting to his surroundings. But then, something pushed him down! Emanon landed hard on the floor. He tried to look up and eventually saw another wolf, standing on him and salivating over his body. What was going on here???
To be continued...
Sorry it's too short, I promise the sex part(the next one) will be as long as I can make it without being boring.
"A country can stay alive only if its culture stays alive."--Morpheus