Post by camino on Apr 5, 2009 17:05:11 GMT -5
Artava
Sound the bugle now - tell them I don't care
There's not a road I know - that leads to anywhere
Without a lighter I fear that I will - stumble in the dark
Lay right down - decide not to go on
The wolf circled the mare, another 3 coming. The mare was tired from a recent run, but she knew if she didn't kill these wolves now, they'd kill her herd. The first wolf, a large black one, leaped upon her crest. His teeth slashed, and she yelped in pain. She reared, her neck curled, crushing a smaller wolf. In anger, the two still alive wolves leaped at both sides, tearing at her sides. Gushing blood, she neighed helplessly.
She closed her eyes in pain, and slashed out, and bit the leg of the black wolf. His eyes widened in utter pain, and he wheeled around to bite her face. She reared, ignoring the pain, but missed the strong black wolf.
Almost on cue, to other wolves ripped from the bushes and ripped at her shoulder, another ripping at her tail. She bucked, cracking it's face. Every part of her was torn open and gushing out blood. Any smart horse would have ran and neighed for help. But she was here now. The wind was calling her home. She squinted, the sun welcoming her.
I will always return! She gasped, but it was to late. The large black wolf leaped onto her hind in, ripping it, and climbing on her back. He tore into her. She dropped down to roll on him, but that was a stupid idea. Once she was down, the wolves pounced on her.
Blood gushed out of her sides. It was over. She dropped her head, kicking out her legs. Blood covered her eyes. She kept them open..but then..she closed them.
She had to stay strong. But it was all over. She was meat for there rumbling stomachs. It was over. She was going to die.
Sound the bugle now - play it just for me
As the seasons change - remember how I used to be
Now I can't go on - I can't even stand
I've got nothing left - just an empty heart[/center][/size]
