Post by Blackburn on Aug 16, 2018 22:25:33 GMT -6
I've decided to post this story I have been writing about my character, Blackburn, and @glyff 's character, Azalea. This doesn't really follow the storyline of The Fire Valley Pack, but it does at the same time.
Though there has been a sudden change in plans, as I fear @glyff won't be able to be active enough to fit the role of Alpha Female, this story isn't exactly correct anymore.
I hope everyone enjoys none the less, and if a few seem interested I'll continue posting the chapters!
Though there has been a sudden change in plans, as I fear @glyff won't be able to be active enough to fit the role of Alpha Female, this story isn't exactly correct anymore.
I hope everyone enjoys none the less, and if a few seem interested I'll continue posting the chapters!
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Chapter One
Chapter One
The large black male crouched in the tall grass of the Lamar Valley, located in the northeastern portion of Yellowstone National Park. His eyes, bright gold in color with flecks of yellow, scanned the herd of grazing elk ahead of him. The male lowered himself closer to the smooth and cold ground as a young spike looked his way.
Mid October had turned the grass and leaves a brown and orange hue, a crisp breeze rustled through the row of aspens standing nearby at the side of the Lamar River. The tall and majestic trees swayed lightly, the few birds who stayed during winter chirped and hopped through the limbs.
A scent of mountain snow floated on the air, indicating the first winter snow was coming. Soon the valley would be covered in a white blanket of deep ice. The male knew he had to get an elk carcass before a blizzard set in, as they were often hazardous even for a fit wolf such as himself.
Finally, the moment to give chase came when an old cow elk parted from the herd. The cow was weak, an easy target for the large wolf. He burst from the grass, scattering the herd as he shot to the elder cow with an energy saving lope.
A young cow jogged across his path, making him stop mid-stride as he waited for it to pass. His target headed for the safety of the herd before he could spot it again. The black male growled in frustration, glaring at the elk stood staring at the singular wolf. He turned his head to the high ridge of Amethyst Mountain, grey clouds loomed in the far distance.
"Great." The large male grumbled. It had already been half a week since his last decent meal, a snow storm was the last thing he needed.
He padded off in the direction of Junction Butte, the place where the Lamar River met the Yellowstone River. The cold wind slowly picked up, whipping the males thick black fur from behind. He glanced up at the dark grey skies as a large drop of rain splattered on his nose, a disapproving scowl crossed his face. Today was a really bad day as far as he was concerned. And from the looks of it, the rotten day wasn't getting better.
Rain now tattered his pelt, though his thick winter undercoat kept him warm and dry. The black male jumped onto a flat rock protruding from the soggy ground, he lay down and waited for sleep to pass the day. He quickly began to dose.
The harsh wind whipped against their fuzzy fur as rain pounded as fast as their hearts. The yips and yaps of hungry coyotes surrounded them.
"What will we do?" Stone asked in a squeaky voice, his eyes wide with fear. Right after the three month old pup had said this the snap of a coyotes jaws sounded close behind him....
He awoke with a start, the taunting dream of his brothers death lingering in his mind. Rain now flooded the river and thunder cracked above. The black male wondered how long he had slept, now his coat was soaking wet and a shiver ran through him. He arose to a stand, then trotted into the thick forest of Douglas Fir tree's. The large wolf broke into an easy lope, occasionally slipping in the mud and Fir needles.
"Of all days, it had to storm when I was hungry and irritated enough." He growled. He stretched into a gallop as he started up the slopes of Druid Peak.
Lightning flashed in the unforgiving sky, thunder clapped soon after.
The black was good on his feet, and very agile, but the ground was slippery and he couldn't help when his large paws flew from under him. He crashed to the wet earth, sliding down the slopes a ways until he finally stopped by a boulder. He looked around, as if wondering what had just happened. The large male lay there a moment, waiting for the adrenaline rush to leave, when it did he felt a throbbing on his head. He rubbed it with his front paw, he must have hit it while sliding down the slopes. He groaned as the throbbing continued, taking an effort to stand. The muscular male made his way to the large boulder, which had an overhanging ledge, and sat down under it.
"Are you okay?"
He sat up quickly, startled by the sudden voice to his right. Squinting in the now stormy twilight, he could see a small figure of a wolf standing in front of him.
"Uh.. Yeah, I'm okay.." He replied, unsure. Other then yelling at elk after a failed hunt, his voice wasn't used to talking to fellow wolves.
"I saw you sliding down the slopes, and hit your head.."
Was the reply. The wolf was female and had a soft, gentle voice. From what he could tell, her coat was soggy with rain and mud, though he couldn't tell its color, it didn't look much deferent from his. He nodded his head, but that only made it hurt worse, a grimace rested on his face.
"May I stay here the night with you?"
She asked, shivering as the rain continued on its down pour.
"Yeah"
The male replied shortly, the back of his head hurt mighty bad.
The female crawled under the ledge and lay down.
"My names Azalea, by the way."
She introduced, a smile rested on her small nose. She went to cleaning her slim legs from the mud.
"Nice to meet you, Azalea. Names Blackburn"