Post by Jessica on Mar 18, 2007 14:12:54 GMT
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The ‘Valley of the Wolves’, as the humans liked to call it, used to be a nature reserve for the people to protect and preserve the beautiful species of life that is the wild wolf. This animal park, as it were, was a haven for the animals to live, with bountiful food sources and no intrusion from the humans, as the lands were protected and trespassing was forbidden. All the wolves lived under the law of just one pack, and there was little to no conflict at all, apart from the small fights for status as nature had intended.
But then things changed. The humans had built heavily into their own lands, and as the space started to fill up and the pollution started to get a little too much, they realized they had to move. And so all the people just packed up and left, their city left to ruins and the nature reserve that the wolves still lived in blissfully unaware that they had been abandoned by their invisible protectors.
But slowly, they did start to notice. The bravest of wolves would sometimes climb up the tall peaks of the Boulder Mountain range, and when looking towards the horizon towards the city they would come back with stories of how things there had started to fall eerily quiet. The wolves started to get worried, and one day they decided to venture forth and investigate for themselves. A long journey led them through the perilous paths of the mountains, but after months of traveling they started to reach the city borders and realized that no one was there. They shrugged this off and decided that they could do without the protection of the humans, and returned back home only a little confused as to what could have happened.
On their return, something strange happened. From far, far away across the lands, a mysterious call was heard. It spoke slightly of their own heritage of the wolf, but something else was mixed into it – And it scared them. Rushing home, the wolves called a meeting and they discussed it. Some thought it to be terrible ghosts, coming to wreck havoc on the lands now the humans, who they were starting to believe as some kind of charm for deterring the sprits, had gone. Others thought it to be a neighboring wolf pack, coming to investigate, and some just thought it had been the wind whistling through the valleys. Everyone started to get more and more curious, and with the curiosity came fear. And with this fear, the large pack living there divided. Different wolves went different ways, some becoming loners and some joining newly formed pack. The valley was in relative turmoil, families sometimes turning on each other and everyone with very much an ‘every wolf for himself’ attitude developed this idea in a way that hadn’t been thought of before. All the wolves became separated from one another mentally, making up stories and spreading rumors, and nowadays it’s hard to tell where old friendship bonds are, if they were even there at all or if they still are now.
And every so often, when the wolves sleep and the moon is high, those frightening calls will be heard again. And in that moment grudges will be forgotten and hatred will fizzle to nothing, as the animals sit and listen in silence to the howls coming closer and closer. And in that moment, they are joined in fear and the thought that simply reads:
‘How long until they arrive?’
[/center]The ‘Valley of the Wolves’, as the humans liked to call it, used to be a nature reserve for the people to protect and preserve the beautiful species of life that is the wild wolf. This animal park, as it were, was a haven for the animals to live, with bountiful food sources and no intrusion from the humans, as the lands were protected and trespassing was forbidden. All the wolves lived under the law of just one pack, and there was little to no conflict at all, apart from the small fights for status as nature had intended.
But then things changed. The humans had built heavily into their own lands, and as the space started to fill up and the pollution started to get a little too much, they realized they had to move. And so all the people just packed up and left, their city left to ruins and the nature reserve that the wolves still lived in blissfully unaware that they had been abandoned by their invisible protectors.
But slowly, they did start to notice. The bravest of wolves would sometimes climb up the tall peaks of the Boulder Mountain range, and when looking towards the horizon towards the city they would come back with stories of how things there had started to fall eerily quiet. The wolves started to get worried, and one day they decided to venture forth and investigate for themselves. A long journey led them through the perilous paths of the mountains, but after months of traveling they started to reach the city borders and realized that no one was there. They shrugged this off and decided that they could do without the protection of the humans, and returned back home only a little confused as to what could have happened.
On their return, something strange happened. From far, far away across the lands, a mysterious call was heard. It spoke slightly of their own heritage of the wolf, but something else was mixed into it – And it scared them. Rushing home, the wolves called a meeting and they discussed it. Some thought it to be terrible ghosts, coming to wreck havoc on the lands now the humans, who they were starting to believe as some kind of charm for deterring the sprits, had gone. Others thought it to be a neighboring wolf pack, coming to investigate, and some just thought it had been the wind whistling through the valleys. Everyone started to get more and more curious, and with the curiosity came fear. And with this fear, the large pack living there divided. Different wolves went different ways, some becoming loners and some joining newly formed pack. The valley was in relative turmoil, families sometimes turning on each other and everyone with very much an ‘every wolf for himself’ attitude developed this idea in a way that hadn’t been thought of before. All the wolves became separated from one another mentally, making up stories and spreading rumors, and nowadays it’s hard to tell where old friendship bonds are, if they were even there at all or if they still are now.
And every so often, when the wolves sleep and the moon is high, those frightening calls will be heard again. And in that moment grudges will be forgotten and hatred will fizzle to nothing, as the animals sit and listen in silence to the howls coming closer and closer. And in that moment, they are joined in fear and the thought that simply reads:
‘How long until they arrive?’
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