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Alternative Title - Shattered Innocence
The Weight of Us
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFOXUijaPwk
There are thieves, who rob us blind
and kings, who kill us fine
but steady, the rights and the wrongs
invade us, in innocent song
I'm not ready, I'm not ready
for the weight of us, for the weight of us
for the weight of us, for the weight of all of us
There's a cold heart, buried beneath,
and warm blood, running deep
Secrets - are mine to keep
protected by silent sleep
I'm not ready, I'm not ready
for the weight of us, for the weight of us
for the weight of us, for the weight of all of us
The time has come, let us be brave
The time has come, let us be brave
Shake off all of your sins
The time has come, let us be brave
The time has come, let us be brave
Let us be brave, let us be brave
It had been far too quiet, despite the raging storm overhead. Cracks of thunder overhead rumbled in the dark clouds, often flashes of lightning would strike the earth with powerful blows. Wolves were tucked in together, waiting out the storm as it passed over.
But then he noticed adults rising to their paws as something broke through the treelines - Strangers.
The bad ones.
Blood pounded in his ears, heart throbbing and aching in his chest as unfamiliar guttural howls met the air and before long - white, rot and blood soaked wolves threw themselves into the open densite. The young Arynian watched as wolves, both injured and uninjured, threw themselves into battle. Protecting themselves and their loved ones, so he too had to help his packmates and his family. He watched as Lidya began to help Athens and other wolves to safety, his young heart beating with pride for the bravery his sister displayed in defending those unable to protect themselves alone. With a pitiful snarl, the youth lunged forward with great speed at the body of a charging invader.
His misplaced bravery was quickly knocked from him, as the eyes of the stranger met his own. Something, instinctual - fear gripping washed through him as the white wolf changed their course of movement to head in his direction. But he couldn’t back away now, he had to fight. With one push, he caught the scruff of the stranger before shaking vigorously in attempts to knock them.
But he was a child.
He had no training. He could not fight, not defend himself.
The bravery he once felt was quickly taken from him as the fangs of the stranger met his foreleg, detaching him from their scruff - the bitter, sour taste of rotting blood stinging his tongue as he was slammed to the ground. A sharp gasp escaped him, as the oxygen from his lungs was quickly removed from them. Vision taken, dimmed with glimmers of light at the edges as he tried to regain his focus. He had no time to recover his senses as the wolf grabbed him again, this time by his face.
Rapid yelping escaped Cage, as the fangs of the stranger cut through his flesh. Any bravery that he once had, was no more.
Replaced easily by the swelling fear growing, consuming him as he tried to break free- struggling against the strangers maw. Though it only caused further pain.
Cries continued to escape the young Arynian, tears swelling in his eyes as he was raised up from the ground before he found himself thrown. Time seemed to slow for a moment, before it came crashing down around him as his body slammed into the earth once again. Hitting the rocky earth as he rolled, sliding through bloody water. Smearing the stone with blood as blood began to gush from his wounds, tears fell down his face as the rain from the heavens crashed into his trembling form.
The glint of crashing lighting glimmered across the bloodstained teeth of the stranger as they lunged for him again, his eyes closed, tight as he waited for them to strike him again.
But the sound of a familiar voice boomed overhead.
‘’Get your filthy fangs away from him!’’ The pale Coursers voice was a welcomed one, as Cage opened his eyes in a moment to see Ori break the Hive wolfs’ attack, causing them to focus on her.
Soon, he spotted Lorarii join the fray.
His body trembled as he rose to his paws, blood washing down his pelt - some his, some his packmates and the Chandorians washed in the heavy rain.
He wasn’t ready for this. He wasn’t able to protect anyone yet.
He wasn’t ready.
Word Count:
618
https://www.deviantart.com/celtic-barbarian/art/DOTW-Cage-902772963
Cage is too eager to take part in defending his packmates, family and the Chandorian guests that he forgets something important: He is a child, who has no training. Roughly 7 months, he has no way in protecting even himself. The foolish bravery he once had, was quickly taken from him.
He wasn't ready.
In Response to:
https://www.deviantart.com/spookywo.....-HEX-915248487
The Weight of Us
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFOXUijaPwk
There are thieves, who rob us blind
and kings, who kill us fine
but steady, the rights and the wrongs
invade us, in innocent song
I'm not ready, I'm not ready
for the weight of us, for the weight of us
for the weight of us, for the weight of all of us
There's a cold heart, buried beneath,
and warm blood, running deep
Secrets - are mine to keep
protected by silent sleep
I'm not ready, I'm not ready
for the weight of us, for the weight of us
for the weight of us, for the weight of all of us
The time has come, let us be brave
The time has come, let us be brave
Shake off all of your sins
The time has come, let us be brave
The time has come, let us be brave
Let us be brave, let us be brave
It had been far too quiet, despite the raging storm overhead. Cracks of thunder overhead rumbled in the dark clouds, often flashes of lightning would strike the earth with powerful blows. Wolves were tucked in together, waiting out the storm as it passed over.
But then he noticed adults rising to their paws as something broke through the treelines - Strangers.
The bad ones.
Blood pounded in his ears, heart throbbing and aching in his chest as unfamiliar guttural howls met the air and before long - white, rot and blood soaked wolves threw themselves into the open densite. The young Arynian watched as wolves, both injured and uninjured, threw themselves into battle. Protecting themselves and their loved ones, so he too had to help his packmates and his family. He watched as Lidya began to help Athens and other wolves to safety, his young heart beating with pride for the bravery his sister displayed in defending those unable to protect themselves alone. With a pitiful snarl, the youth lunged forward with great speed at the body of a charging invader.
His misplaced bravery was quickly knocked from him, as the eyes of the stranger met his own. Something, instinctual - fear gripping washed through him as the white wolf changed their course of movement to head in his direction. But he couldn’t back away now, he had to fight. With one push, he caught the scruff of the stranger before shaking vigorously in attempts to knock them.
But he was a child.
He had no training. He could not fight, not defend himself.
The bravery he once felt was quickly taken from him as the fangs of the stranger met his foreleg, detaching him from their scruff - the bitter, sour taste of rotting blood stinging his tongue as he was slammed to the ground. A sharp gasp escaped him, as the oxygen from his lungs was quickly removed from them. Vision taken, dimmed with glimmers of light at the edges as he tried to regain his focus. He had no time to recover his senses as the wolf grabbed him again, this time by his face.
Rapid yelping escaped Cage, as the fangs of the stranger cut through his flesh. Any bravery that he once had, was no more.
Replaced easily by the swelling fear growing, consuming him as he tried to break free- struggling against the strangers maw. Though it only caused further pain.
Cries continued to escape the young Arynian, tears swelling in his eyes as he was raised up from the ground before he found himself thrown. Time seemed to slow for a moment, before it came crashing down around him as his body slammed into the earth once again. Hitting the rocky earth as he rolled, sliding through bloody water. Smearing the stone with blood as blood began to gush from his wounds, tears fell down his face as the rain from the heavens crashed into his trembling form.
The glint of crashing lighting glimmered across the bloodstained teeth of the stranger as they lunged for him again, his eyes closed, tight as he waited for them to strike him again.
But the sound of a familiar voice boomed overhead.
‘’Get your filthy fangs away from him!’’ The pale Coursers voice was a welcomed one, as Cage opened his eyes in a moment to see Ori break the Hive wolfs’ attack, causing them to focus on her.
Soon, he spotted Lorarii join the fray.
His body trembled as he rose to his paws, blood washing down his pelt - some his, some his packmates and the Chandorians washed in the heavy rain.
He wasn’t ready for this. He wasn’t able to protect anyone yet.
He wasn’t ready.
Word Count:
618
https://www.deviantart.com/celtic-barbarian/art/DOTW-Cage-902772963
Cage is too eager to take part in defending his packmates, family and the Chandorian guests that he forgets something important: He is a child, who has no training. Roughly 7 months, he has no way in protecting even himself. The foolish bravery he once had, was quickly taken from him.
He wasn't ready.
In Response to:
https://www.deviantart.com/spookywo.....-HEX-915248487
Category Artwork (Digital) / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Wolf
Size 1280 x 711px
File Size 147.9 kB
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