Cel was a Lycanus, which meant he had a body that was structured like a wolf and wings of an eagle. His owner Negratos was the god of evil, and as the name implies he treated Cel horridly he never fed or took care of Cel. One day Cel had enough and left his home that he had grew up in ever since Negratos had picked him from his litter years before. Cel was weak and starving you could see each individual bone poking out of sagging skin that appeared draped over his body, he was a walking skeleton his one beautiful stark black shining coat was now a dull gray his once vibrant green eyes where now a sad muddy brown and his one angel like wings now resembled those of a bats. Each step he took it looked like he was going to keel over his entire body swayed like that of a boat on rough waters, his paws crisscrossed as he walked along the dirt trail his head down and it took all his effort to keep his eyes open and trudge along. On the road he met his sister Fauna, a Lycanus with fur the color of an angels cloud, paws large and strong, eyes like the brightest shining crystal, her wings looked like each feather was individually picked from the softest doves alive and her pink nose soft as rose petals in bloom. She walked like she was gliding over the ground like a bird in the sky her head held high. “Brother dear why are you so sad?” she said voice full of love and concern for her brother. Dalba 2 “Negratos has abused me and I am starving with nothing to eat” he said his head slumbed over along with the rest of his body he lied on the dirt road a sad sack of fur skin and bone “not to worry come with me into the village and we will get you something to eat.” she said and helped her brother to his feet allowing h... ... middle of paper ... ...ack to the wolf limping and whimpering her burns stung and her bones ached “sister why must you be a glutton?” he said and sighed to him self as he fetched water for her injuries. Two days later Fauna went up to Cel and told ”fetch me something to eat or I shall kill you, the butcher cows had calves fetch me one” and yet agin Cel ran off and stole the young calf with ease he dropped it at Faunas feet and she ate it quickly wanting more she leaped though the gate into the butchers farm and ate one cow after another until her stomach extended and she could no longer run but wobble, and thats exactly what she did when she herd the butcher come home she wobbled to the fence but got stuck trying to go through. The butcher pulled out his gun and shot Fauna the bullet pierced her skin and she howled out in pain as she bled out blood staining the fence and grass around her
brother: however, her brother is on a trip and should be back anytime now. She hopes to speak
"It's my boy; it's Herbert!" she cried, struggling mechanically. "I forgot it was two miles away. What are you holding me for? Let go. I must open the door."
The lake finally melted and flooded the cabin, so a tent was pitched only ten yards from a hunting path. A boundary was made after the tent was pitched and the wolves never crossed it. Farley figured out the wolves were living on mice much more than caribou. When the heat came the wolves more their pups to a summer den where they could run. He watched the wolves hunting one day and was in a rage when they would not try and attack any of the healthy deer. Watching closely he figured out that they usually only eat the sick and weak deer.
Nell is dispassionate about Tig’s decision to move from the city to a shabby farm, yet, she agrees, and undertakes gardening and helps care for the animals to occupy herself. She forms a special bond with a runt lamb and decides to keep it in the house as it was rejected from the litter by its mother. As the lamb grows, it forms a loving, yet, possessive bond with Nell and attacks Tig each time he attempts to feed it. They realize that it would soon become a ram and cause severe harm so they decide to take it to the butcher’s. The story primarily uses the fauna aspect of nature, specifically the lamb, as opposed to sceneries, to display parallelisms between the lamb and Nell. In Survival: A Thematic Guide to Canadian Literature, Atwood discusses several aspects of a recurring theme in Canadian literature—survival; one of the topics discussed is “Animal Victims”. Atwood notes how it is “Very [rare that] an animal liked or disliked for itself alone; it is chosen for its symbolic anthropomorphic values” (Survival, 95). This concept is applicable to “Moral Disorder” as the lamb’s aggressive behavior presents an opportunity for Nell to indirectly address her vexation to Tig for paying more attention to the farm and his sons than her. Throughout the story, Nell implies of her pleasure at being loved more by the lamb than Tig, which
The King had been alone for almost all his life, he never got to know his parents. His only friend was a large pterodactyl named Rodan. The King had been so confused, how could a creature be so different from himself? He was enormous, even when he was a baby. Rodan was an abnormally large pterodactyl, that much was true, however, he was still very small compared to King. King had a thick, black hide and fairly short, stubby arms. Rodan, on the other hand, was lithe and maroon red, with a set of long, leathery wings which allowed him to soar high into the skies above.
Jake, Lucy’s neighbor was a well-educated kid. He was 15 years old and lives in an old timber house with his parents. Jake’s father was a farmer and had lived in the area since he was a lad. The area seemed to be haunted since creepy tales about all sorts of beasts was told. People even claimed that they were awakened some nights by a howling. Mostly people believed that it was a feral dog but Jakes father incised that it was a wolf, a ghost wolf. He was sure since he had seen a wolf in the forest when he was in Jake’s age, but none believed him. He kept telling his son about the wolf and Jake wanted to find out the truth. Lucy knew about Jake’s curiosity, at the same time as she decided to escape from her unbearable father. So she lied to get Jake by her side on the endless escape from the futureless community. She said that she knew where the wolf’s lair was. Jake got even more curious and joined her wolf hunting-adventure.
“Excuse me little boy what are you doing on my family farm?” the woman asked using decorous behavior.
Anxiously, villagers rush to the scene to help the young boy, only to be derided by him. After multiple incidences with the young shepherd, the villagers stop coming to help him, assuming it is just another hoax. After the villagers decided they had, had enough of the boy’s lies, is when he needs them most. One day a wolf actually was attacking his flock. He screamed for help in dismay, only to realize that his past perfidious claims, ultimately lead to the massacre of his flock.
'Why so far? It's a good thing that I packed extra food.' "Okay, and where exactly are these 'boys'?" I look around the room, seeing nothing but decorations, Bobby and I.
“Then weakness will be your plea./I am different. I love my brother/and I’m going to bury him, now.”
brother had been taken away at such a young age and the only person that
“Suddenly the young hunter saw the woman, with her dress above her waist, her bare legs sprayed wide apart. He had never seen a woman like that before. He ran quickly to her side and stared down at her belly, quite frightened to touch. There, lying beneath the woman's legs, was the body of a small, damp, pink animal, attached only by something that looked like a rope......”
I have been lurking through this forest now for a week since waking up from hibernation. The last thing I had to eat was a motting carcass of deer, that wolves had cleaned off about a week prior. Even the maggots tasted good, as I was very famished. My little cub came running up to me as his paws scruffed the ground - “Mama mama” as little cub was frightened. I mama bear watched my little cub frightened from a two legs,“ little one come here I have a story to tell”. I was walking in sodden and through bog-holes looking for a carcass of an animal or something with flesh. My paws were abraded by the long paths long the county line road. It was in the middle of spring and all the animals were coming out of hibernation and I was one of them. I
Pyramus and Thisbe lived in Babylonia and from the time they were young, were neighbors. They played together daily as children and fell in love as they grew older. Although neighbors, their families were hostile to one another so the love between Pyramus and Thisbe remained a secret. They had a special meeting place at a wall between their houses. This particular wall bore a scar. A large crack marred its smooth surface as a result of an earthquake long ago. Pyramus and Thisbe communicated through this crack when it was risky to see one another. One particularly magnificent day, they arrived at their usual meeting place. The beauty of the day made them lament their situation all the more. They cried as they watched two hummingbirds fly over the wall together. Suddenly they came to the decision that they would not be stopped from being together any longer. They decided to meet that night outside the city gates under a mulberry tree filled white fruit. This particular tree grew near a stream next to the local cemetery. Thisbe, hidden by a veil, arrived at the appointed spot first and waited patiently for Pyramus to come. All of a sudden, a lioness fresh from a kill, her jaws covered in blood, slunk out of the brush to satisfy her thirst at the stream. Thisbe, frightened by this disturbance, ran to a nearby cave. In her haste, she dropped her veil and the lioness grabbed it and shredded it with her bloody jaws. Meanwhile, Pyramus had arrived at the meeting place. As he approached the tree he could not help but notice the large paw prints of the lioness. His heart beat faster. As he approached the stream, his fears were confirmed upon seeing Thisbe’s veil torn and bloodstained. Unable to find Thisbe and fearing that she was dead, Pyramus was unable to contain his sorrow. He
Aunt Leslie then snapped me out of my deep thought asking whether I was okay. I told her I was even if it was obviously a complete lie. "So shall we go back to Geraldine tomorrow morning? Or would you like to leave in the evening?"