The sun slowly rose over the trees. The hills and mountains were first to witness its unearthly glow. A blood red line settled on the horizon, but slowly rose and lightened considerably in colour. The surrounding clouds turned dark pink as it rose, shining a ghostly shadow over the sleepy land of earth. Suddenly, the golden figure of a solitary eagle dived up from the trees, flying directly towards the sun. It's silver eyes glowed happily as the sunlight tried to dazzle its winged advancer, but the sun's rays tried in vain. The eagle landed and yet another tree top and gazed at the sun. How beautiful it was. The sunrise was a favourite thing to watch in his youth. Even as a young Eagling he had awoken early to witness this magical event. Little did he realise another, different creature did the same.
The crunching of leaf corpses and twigs resounded before the tree where the bird of prey was sat. He looked down, irritated. Who dared disturb his solitude? He was surprised to see a young wolf. Probably just out of pup hood. Crying. The wolfling was sable. No wait, and brown. With white paws. He was a handsome young thing. Why was he crying? The eagle looked up, as if assuming that the answer would appear. He was right. Smoke loomed up behind the hills, where the Indian village was. The identity of the cub finally came to him. He was the son of the wolf who lived with the Indians. One of the two remaining. But now, as the eagle assumed, he was the only one. What a shame for the young thing. Cast out in this unforgiving world oh so young. But it could not be helped. The eagle, with a heavy heart and guilt that burdened him as of now, soared away from this spot to inspect the village
What met his eyes horrified him. The village was ablaze. Indians, wounded and dying dotted the ground, doomed to be spectres of the wood for the rest of time. The bird was sickened by this massacre, and even more so when he saw the cause. Other humans, on their horses and clutching the dreaded bang lengths. Why did they do this? These people who were slaughtered; they were innocent. Horses of the Indians tried to escape, but few succeeded. The eagle called softly in sympathy then returned to his perch, to check on the young orphan
That was when he noticed. The young one had a golden eagle feather behind his left ear. He was most certainly of Indian heritage if he possessed such a merit. The eagle swooped down to land in front of the young one and looked at him more closely. He knew he was taking a huge chance. The wolf took fright and fled, he would be hard to locate again, but if he didn't and got attached to him, it would be hard to leave him on his on
FeatherWolf shivered as the cold pierced his fur. Never had he felt so devoid of feeling. His whole short life had just flashed before his eyes. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't. How could life be so cruel? But FeatherWolf knew better than to dwell in the past. He had to continue, even if tears dominated his eyes and his cheeks. He continued walked, his heart pounded as he listened to the horror of the dawn behind him. He contemplated what to do next, but couldn't decide. Find shelter; find food, food a companion. Everything seemed so tempting but so out of his reach. He sighed and sat down against a tree hard. He was aware of the noise he made but took little notice. Who cared? He felt too dull and helpless to care about much else the thing that kept looming up in his mind: he was alone
The wolf flinched as the sound of flapping wings sounded from above. He watched the bird soar towards the smoke. He sighed and looking away guiltily. It might have been one of the hunting birds. How loyal they were, returning even thought they knew there was little chance of anything to return to. He was even more surprised when the same eagle landed before him. FeatherWolf's eyes were wide. How beautiful it was. He had never seen such a creature up close. His feathers were dark gold, very much like his own eyes. But the eagle's peltage was twice as beautiful. It shone brightly, like really gold. It was better than really gold. The tears ceased as he stared. He was suddenly fuelled by some unknown force and leapt up. Why was he giving up? He howled to keep his spirits up and tore off.
The eagle called and rose to the skies soaring majestically over the treetops. He laughed at the way the wolf ran so freely, his eyes closed and a huge grin plastered to his handsome young face. It was almost certain there was an accident to be had.
The crunching of leaf corpses and twigs resounded before the tree where the bird of prey was sat. He looked down, irritated. Who dared disturb his solitude? He was surprised to see a young wolf. Probably just out of pup hood. Crying. The wolfling was sable. No wait, and brown. With white paws. He was a handsome young thing. Why was he crying? The eagle looked up, as if assuming that the answer would appear. He was right. Smoke loomed up behind the hills, where the Indian village was. The identity of the cub finally came to him. He was the son of the wolf who lived with the Indians. One of the two remaining. But now, as the eagle assumed, he was the only one. What a shame for the young thing. Cast out in this unforgiving world oh so young. But it could not be helped. The eagle, with a heavy heart and guilt that burdened him as of now, soared away from this spot to inspect the village
What met his eyes horrified him. The village was ablaze. Indians, wounded and dying dotted the ground, doomed to be spectres of the wood for the rest of time. The bird was sickened by this massacre, and even more so when he saw the cause. Other humans, on their horses and clutching the dreaded bang lengths. Why did they do this? These people who were slaughtered; they were innocent. Horses of the Indians tried to escape, but few succeeded. The eagle called softly in sympathy then returned to his perch, to check on the young orphan
That was when he noticed. The young one had a golden eagle feather behind his left ear. He was most certainly of Indian heritage if he possessed such a merit. The eagle swooped down to land in front of the young one and looked at him more closely. He knew he was taking a huge chance. The wolf took fright and fled, he would be hard to locate again, but if he didn't and got attached to him, it would be hard to leave him on his on
FeatherWolf shivered as the cold pierced his fur. Never had he felt so devoid of feeling. His whole short life had just flashed before his eyes. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't. How could life be so cruel? But FeatherWolf knew better than to dwell in the past. He had to continue, even if tears dominated his eyes and his cheeks. He continued walked, his heart pounded as he listened to the horror of the dawn behind him. He contemplated what to do next, but couldn't decide. Find shelter; find food, food a companion. Everything seemed so tempting but so out of his reach. He sighed and sat down against a tree hard. He was aware of the noise he made but took little notice. Who cared? He felt too dull and helpless to care about much else the thing that kept looming up in his mind: he was alone
The wolf flinched as the sound of flapping wings sounded from above. He watched the bird soar towards the smoke. He sighed and looking away guiltily. It might have been one of the hunting birds. How loyal they were, returning even thought they knew there was little chance of anything to return to. He was even more surprised when the same eagle landed before him. FeatherWolf's eyes were wide. How beautiful it was. He had never seen such a creature up close. His feathers were dark gold, very much like his own eyes. But the eagle's peltage was twice as beautiful. It shone brightly, like really gold. It was better than really gold. The tears ceased as he stared. He was suddenly fuelled by some unknown force and leapt up. Why was he giving up? He howled to keep his spirits up and tore off.
The eagle called and rose to the skies soaring majestically over the treetops. He laughed at the way the wolf ran so freely, his eyes closed and a huge grin plastered to his handsome young face. It was almost certain there was an accident to be had.