Post by spiritbloodwolf on Apr 3, 2015 19:47:56 GMT -6
This is a story, some say for bedtime some for fun. There once lived a wolf, it's pelt as black as night and it's eyes as dark as a shadow. The wolf had claws as big as knives teeth that will kill you.
The wolf lived alone in a forest where the night never leaves, but little did the wolf know he was the only one who enjoyed it.
A little girl about 7 , hair as blonde as gold, eyes as blue as the ocean was coming, coming for what we don't know. The girl carried a basket where it's wood had rot. Tha basket was heavy and carried pain, a knife.
The wolf saw her coming, but did not run, did not fled instead he sat not fearing anything. The girl sat looking at the wolf she smiles as she opens the basket. The wolf sits still not worried but knowing she won't last long. The girl hums as her finger tips touch the blade, and lifting it out. The wolf lays down a grin forming, but the girl grins wider.
With a whisper of the wind the knife flies out of the girls hand ripping through her hand. The wolf jumps at her biting her head he laughs as the blood spills, and falls back. Shadows form as the wolf cries out in pain.
The wolf was killed, he had killed himself. All that was left was a basket not opened and the wolf laying down laughing. The wolf had died from what we don't know... Well we do know one thing a girl had died and so did the wolf...
The wolf lived alone in a forest where the night never leaves, but little did the wolf know he was the only one who enjoyed it.
A little girl about 7 , hair as blonde as gold, eyes as blue as the ocean was coming, coming for what we don't know. The girl carried a basket where it's wood had rot. Tha basket was heavy and carried pain, a knife.
The wolf saw her coming, but did not run, did not fled instead he sat not fearing anything. The girl sat looking at the wolf she smiles as she opens the basket. The wolf sits still not worried but knowing she won't last long. The girl hums as her finger tips touch the blade, and lifting it out. The wolf lays down a grin forming, but the girl grins wider.
With a whisper of the wind the knife flies out of the girls hand ripping through her hand. The wolf jumps at her biting her head he laughs as the blood spills, and falls back. Shadows form as the wolf cries out in pain.
The wolf was killed, he had killed himself. All that was left was a basket not opened and the wolf laying down laughing. The wolf had died from what we don't know... Well we do know one thing a girl had died and so did the wolf...