Wolf Anna

Day through to night her beauty runs wild

Wild with her dreams and hope

Her mind hollow and sorrowful

But the moon is her calling

The moon she looks up

The moon is the life ahead of her

And the stars her guide for when things are dark

Stars that are her friends afar but close to her heart

For when night falls she must not be afraid

For the night with the stars will protect her

And keep her youth young and pure

For she is the wolf

Powerful and beautiful 

Leading her own pack

Because no one can take anything from her...

Wolf Anna

Wednesday 14 February 2018

Hunter Of Hope - Carton of Milk

Previous parts (in order)
Hunter of Hope
Wild One
Wave Of Lavender

Lupus

Carton of Milk

Do you ever wake up and forget everything? For a long thirty-second interval, you have no idea who you are, or where you are. You're just a stranger in a strange room, no other feelings just distorted. Until your brain winds a little faster and you sink into your reality, that's exactly how I feel at this moment in time. Only my reality is alone in a place I once called home, yearning for some company but holding onto my independence like I am some sort of adult or something.

I crawl across the room, my legs weak. It's the floorboards from downstairs that make me jump to my feet. I hold my breath carefully taking down one step at a time slowly. As I reach the  bottom, I see the dark wood door slightly opening. My heart is pounding it's all I can hear banging against my eardrums. I wipe my damp hands on my bare legs. Swinging my body in the kitchen I notice a milk carton sitting on the edge of the four-cornered table in the centre of my kitchen. As I got closer the smell became familiar, that sweet lavender scent, it was back. I examine the carton, who drinks straight from the carton, especially when it's not even their carton. 

"Sorry about that, I was a little parched." A voice growled behind me, I dropped the carton of milk.

Hunter Of Hope - Carton of Milk

Tuesday 25 October 2016

Hunter of Hope - Lupus

Previous parts (in order)
Hunter of Hope
Wild One
Wave Of Lavender


Lupus


The first time I'd ever saw a pack it belonged to my older brother; Lupus.  I would have been just a pup I didn't know any better. I idolised them, they were everything a pack should be. Fifteen individual strong souls, they were never without one another. They had an unbreakable bond, my brother was their leader. I was always so proud of him, but I was young and naive. I didn't know any better.
We used to be close me and him, he taught me everything I know. From hunting to self-defense, those were the good days. Where we would run through fields together, he'd test my speed daily. I wouldn't be who I am today without my brother, but that doesn't make him any less of a dangerous asshole. I miss him sometimes; when I am wandering across the floor boards of my log house, boredom does that. It makes you forget the bad for a moment, it makes you miss people.

These walls are killing my brain, taunting me with memories. Thinking of Lupus and his pack always makes me feel lonely, I wasn't good enough to join them, I knew that from the start. He threw me out, to find my own. Yet I've done nothing but wander in a log house, there is enough room here for a pack, a small one at first, but finding one, better yet creating one isn't easy. That's the long-term goal, screw my brother and his pack, I won't be seeing them again anytime soon.

Hunter of Hope - Lupus

Monday 29 August 2016