The Soul of the Wolf

redshurtugal08 · August 3rd, 2009, 1:41 am

I came up with the idea for this one night as I was going to bed lol, and now here goes...

Prologue - Final Battle

The elements seemed to be at a fury as the moon washed its light upon the scene below. There was a whorde of many different wolves howling and growling along a torn and bloodied ground, but there were four, right in the center of the battle, that caught the most attention of all. They were the biggest and the ones that seemed to represent their element better than anyone else.

The flamewolf in the center was locked in combat with the waterwolf, and the windwolf was lokced in combat with the terrawolf. The flamewolf had fur that seemed to be on fire, and the waterwolf had half of its fur composed of water, and the tail seemed to be a wave in the ocean that moved back and forth with incredible grace. Tendrils of water seemed to float around the wolf as well. The windwolf seemed to always have a tempest of air surrounding it, and from its sides protruded two large, beatiful wings. The terrawolf seemed to make the earth tremble wherever he trod it, and rocks seemed to float in the air at his presence. He had many different types of rocks and stones hung around its fur in a decorative and beatiful way, and its tail seemed to be made of a rich and lustrous sand.

None of the four seemed to be able to do each other much damage. The windwolf tried to overcome the terrawolf with speed and unbalance it with gusts of wind, but his enemy was very resistant, but the terrawolf's powerful moves were never able to strike the windwolf, who was much too fast. Meanwhile, both the waterwolf and the flamewolf were able to keep up with each other, as they were both fast, but when it came to attack everything seemed futile. The waterwolf launched jets and waves of fire that were vaporized by the flamewolf's burst of fire, and when the flamewolf tried to attack everything was always extinguished.

On the other hand, the rest of the wolves seemed to produce a very large amount of bloodshed. The flamewolves were able to vaporize the waterwolves' defenses and vice versa, the same going for the terrawolves and windwolves. The battle had started several days before, and none of the wolves had stopped to rest. The anger that had made the war between the different wolves start still ran hot in their veins. The battle was so intense that anyone dropped there by accident would have died before they hit the floor, because despite the fact that only the windwolves could really fly, the rest of the wolves seemed to be very well able to travel in the air as well.

There was a large lake in the middle of the battlefield, and from it the waterwolves drew water to surf into the air as high as they wanted. They didn't really need the water from the lake, but it was more advantageous for them to do it this way, because in that manner they were much more able to attack and surf at the same time, seeing as having to draw the water from their bodies would diminish their possibilities of attack. The terrawolves made the earth beneath them rise and they were able to reach any heights they wanted. The flamewolves were the ones that nobody would have thought had the ability to be able to fight in the air as well, but the other tribes had received a large surprise as they had tried to retreat into the air from them and they had stepped up very calmly to chase after them. They were able to run on air and water or any other surface that no other creature could. Every time they layed their paws on the air or above water, a small platform of fire surrounded it, and so they were actually stepping on their own fire rather than the air. The power to solidify their fire was something that they had decided to never reveal until completely necessary, and so gain an advantage. They had indeed gained an advantage over the rest of the wolves for a few minutes, in which they had complete dominion over the battle, but after those minutes the rest of the wolves caught on and were able to counterattack as they all converged upon the flamewolves and evened out the number of survivors once more.

Now, after the battle had lasted as long as it had, more than half of each tribe of wolves had died. The four tribes were exhausted, and even their leaders, who did not really have any bad wounds, were getting very tired. As everyone started to realize this, an explsion of energy erupted throughout the whole battle, a last ditch attempt to come out as the victorious tribe.

The four leaders that were in the center of the battle also had the surge of energy, and it seemed that they were finally able to injure each other, though they were all still very even. The flamewolf had dashed to the waterwolf's right then jumped up in the air, trying to send a blast of fire from above, but the waterwolf had snapped its head up and shot an extremely fast and thin jet of water so potent that it went through the flamewolf and came out of the other side, on its back. It howled in pain, but it seemed only to be enraged by the bad wound, and, still in the air, made a wall of fire in the air which it used to place its feet on it and propel himself towards the ground, on the left of the waterwolf. There, he created another wall of fire on which he place all of his weight to jump extremely fast towards the right again, where he was able to lodge his fangs in the waterwolf's hide, and from there he launched a jet of fire similar to the one the waterwolf had launched but much thicker, so instead of going through the waterwolf it spread throughout its insides. After a few seconds the waterwolf weakly knocked him away and they both lay on the ground, panting and bleeding from their wounds, looking at each other with a hate that, strangely enough, seemed to be diminishing.

Several feet in the air, the terrawolf was finally taking advantage of his superior strength against the windwolf. He was in close combat with him, launching stones which were being only just buffeted back at him. Then, suddenly changing tactics, he decided to throw the big rock on which he was standing at the windwolf. He did so, and the rock was already so close to the windwolf that there was nothing he could do to avoid it, but he could retaliate very quickly and finally deal some damage to his opponent. With a gust of wind that the terrawolf wasn't expecting, he was blown down towards the large pillar that he had created and smashed his head on it, just as the windwolf was knocked down by the large rock that had been launched towards him and hit him on the head. They both fell to the ground, only just able to right themselves due to the serious hits they had received in the head, and they looked at each other in a similar way that the waterwolf and the flamewolf had been looking at each other. All four started to weakly walk towards each other, then they looked around at the battle that still raged. Then, all of the deciding that this could not go on, they yelled in their loudest voices.

"Stop!"

Everyone around the battlefield froze, and all heads turned towards the four leaders. Then, the four started to converse with each other, making sure that the others could hear it.

The waterwolf started. "It seems like we're all very mad at each other," he said.

The terrawolf nodded. "Yes, and it wouldn't be such if any of us were accused rightly."

"So, saying, that, I'm guessing that we were all wrong about our accusations. Still, I don't understand who could have tried to instigate a war like this. Nobody lives in our land other than us," the flamewolf said.

"Indeed. But a few years ago, I felt something different in the wind, something unfriendly. I was sure an invasion would follow, but there was no such thing. Maybe someone is lying here, hidden, trying to turn us against each other," the windwolf said.

Everyone nodded and sat there, thinking for a while. Unable to come up with an explanation, they simply agreed that it would have to wait for another time. For now, they needed to heal their wounded and go back home to rest. The battle was called off and everyone left peacefully, but despite the happiness that there would be no more fighting, there was something stirring unrestlessly in their mind. If someone had managed, by making them turn against each other, to nearly kill of all the wolves in the land, then they were being threatened by an invisible danger, and they could not help but feel completely helpless against it.

The four leaders stayed in the battlefield for a while longer, contemplating the sight. The ground was scarred and bloody, with huge holes and strange formations of rock everywhere that twisted intricately around each other. The huge lake in the middle seemed like it had been tampered with too much, for even after the battle was over it was not resting peacefully as it should. There where whirlpools raging inside it and waterfall were falling from midair. The wind was very heavy, changing directions at great speed. The gusts buffeted the trees that remained standing but did not put out the flames that burned along them and on parts of the ground. The fire was scattered everywhere, on the rock formations, on the trees, and even, in some parts, on the water. However, it was not spreading anymore. The sight, despite the large amount of bloodshed it represented, was rather beatiful in an exotic way, and the four wolves decided to leave it as it was, as a pact of peace from now on and memory of what battles between the wolves of Vrag could cause.

can't promise I'll update this too often, but I'll try my best.

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