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Post by IG admin on Apr 20, 2008 13:46:45 GMT -5
I N T O . T H E . W I L D E R N E S S
Scents of stinging odour wavered around the dogs’ noses. A dog, a huge jet black one with blazing blue eyes raised his head and blinked his eyes open, he felt his eyes water.
”Fire!” The black dog yelped, his ears flattened back as he saw bright orange light from a house few pawsteps away.
The other dogs raised their heads in alarm. Tireness in their eyes was being replaced by fear. Scents of fire and fear choked black dog's throat. The pack suddenly stood, their tail quivering with fear and shock. Around the packs' neck was a rope tied around the peg nearby. The black dog clawed and bit the peg.
"Help me, quickly!" The dog barked urgently, "Unless you want to die here!" His tail swished at the coming flames. The pack came and tore the peg from the ground.
A dog with reddish-brown pelt whined, "What about the master?"
"I'll go and check as soon this rope come loose, if that's what you want." A grey dog, the pack leader raised his voice in the atmosphere of whining voices.
"No please, don't!" The leader's mate rest her head on his shoulder.
"Got it!" The black dog yelped as the rope was torn. His paws was tangled in the remaining ropes. He tried to shook it away bit the rope wrapped itself even more. His pack was fleeing, forgetting him. The black dog chewed and tearing the rope on his paws. At last it came loose. he shook his paws away and ran. He suddenly remembered his master, he halted and looked over his shoulder, seeing a great flames taking every part of his home, and the flames spreading. His ears twitched as the dog heard screams of his master.
He closed his eyes and lowered his head; it was too late. His ears flattened, he didn't want to hear the dying screams. The grieving dog just shook his head, turned tail and ran towards fleeing pack.
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In middle of Arctic wilderness, there's an inexperienced pack of pampered dogs huddling fearfully. A voice rang out; "Where can we go next? The next town is many many pawsteps away!" A pup cried out, "We'll starve!"
The pack began to send the ripples of fear around. A old, oldest dog of the pack stood and faced the pack.
"We have to stop being pampered and relying on man." His old, worn out voice rang through the ears of the pack; "We don't need to be house dog. For we all are wolves!"
The pack shifted nervously passing on uncertain and disbelief. The pack Elder repeated, more encouraging and with stronger confidence, "For we all are wolves! Howl it to the heavens, to the earth, and to your souls! For we all are wolves!"
For we all are wolves... the pack stirred and echoed; feeling the powerful surge of wild spirit. The pack let out a wild howl that was hidden deep down inside them. Howl of the pack. Howl of the wild.
In the forest there's many of careful eyes gleaming as they watched pampered dogs learning to adapt in the frozen wilderness. The creatures' teeth gleaming as they grinned...
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