“Tell me again, little Lamb, which things are ours to take?” “All things, dear Wolf.”
Separate, but never parted, Kindred Kindred represents the twin essences of death. Lamb’s bow offers a swift release from the mortal realm for those who accept their fate. Wolf hunts down those who run from their end, delivering violent finality within his crushing jaws. Though interpretations of Kindred’s nature vary across Runeterra, every mortal must choose the true face of their death.
Kindred is the white embrace of nothingness and the gnashing of teeth in the dark. Shepherd and the butcher, poet and the primitive, they are one and both. When caught on the edge of life, louder than any trumpeting horn, it is the hammering pulse at one’s throat that calls Kindred to their hunt. Stand and greet Lamb’s silvered bow and her arrows
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“Yes, dear Wolf.” Lamb’s voice echoed like a string of pearly bells. “Begin your hunt.”
With that, Wolf bounded across the field after the youth, a howl thundering through the valley. His shadowed body swept over the remains of the newly dead and their useless, shattered weapons.
The squire turned and ran for the woods until thick black trunks passed in a blur. He pressed on, the frozen air burning his lungs. He looked once more for his hunter, but could see nothing but the darkening trees. The shadows closed tightly around him and he suddenly realized there was no escape. It was the black body of Wolf that was everywhere at once. The chase was at its end. Wolf buried his sharp teeth in the squire’s neck, tearing out ribbons of vibrant life.
Wolf reveled in the boy’s scream and crunching bones. Lamb, who had trailed behind, laughed to see such sport. Wolf turned and asked, in a voice more growl than speech, “Is this music, Lamb?”
“It is to you,” she answered.
“Again,” Wolf licked the last drop of the youth’s life from his canine jaws. “I want to chase again, little
He decided to explore the area around the lake a bit, and sees an animal in the distance. It’s a wolf.
In the case of the “Wolf Lies Down”, it illustrates a situation between him and his friend. A friend who left his bow and arrow as a sign that he has taken Wolf’s horse, however, a year later, Wolf expect the horse to be back to him, unfortunately, his friend did not show up. So Wolf decided to visit the Elk soldier chief to explain what happened. The Elk soldier chiefs in his society decided to send someone to fetch wolf’s friend. Although Wolf’s friend was aware of the course, he went to the fourth chiefs of the community and the situation between the two was solved. After the conflict was
of the wolves and finds that they are more than the savage and merciless hunters
In Blake’s poem “The Lamb” from Songs of Innocence, Blake proves that in order to keep innocence alive, a child must not question. It is in a child’s nature to trust all that has been told. Therefore the lamb represents childhood as well as innocence. The lamb is personified as being a gentle creature without sin, and the poem itself is characterized by pleasant light imagery. This imagery is an indicator that innocence is a desired state of being. In the first stanza of the poem, the narrator asks questions regarding
At Simon’s murder the boys, “Leapt on to the beast, screamed, struck, bit and tore.”
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.
“The wolf did with the lambkin dwell in peace. His grim carnivorous nature there did cease. The leopard with the harmless kid laid down. And not one savage beast was seen to frown.
In Blake’s work “The Lamb,” he shows innocence through sheep and their nature. Blake describes sheep’s nature by saying that they “Feed/By the stream & o'er the mead/ have thee clothing of delight/ Softest clothing, wooly, bright” (Blake 4-6). This passage shows that sheep are providers to man and show no harm. Blake says that sheep has a, “tender voice/ making all the vales rejoice?” (Blake 7-8). Blake makes sheep seem to have a joyful emotion and wants to share it with others. The sheep has a tender voice which means it is not intimidating. Natoli, who is the author of the novel William Blake, says that,
In conclusion, due to being a simplistic poem using a sheep connect with Christ, shows that the poem “The Lamb” belongs with Songs of Innocence, while using a fearing tone, and using a more sophisticated language here by shows that the poem, “The Tyger” belongs with Songs of Innocence. The lamb shows emotion that involves a story revolved around God and Christ. The fact that the small lamb is cute and innocent, shows that it belongs where it is placed; along with the tiger showing that it is a fierce creature, capable of extreme bodily harm, shows that the poem, “The Tyger” belongs with Songs of Experience. Overall William Blake did an excellent job manufacturing these poems while placing them into categories of Innocence and Experiences. These are very terrific poems that deserve their titles and a spot in our literature book.
“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......”
The rumble of distant cars could still be heard from the forest. It has already been days since Viktor had chased the rabbit across the highway. It was a hunt that went terribly wrong. The scent of a plump, juicy rabbit was detected during a midnight hunt and stalked for some time. Viktor hesitated in pouncing on the prey and this delay turned out to be a fatal mistake. Once given this opportunity, the rabbit had finally caught scent of the wolf from a shift in the wind. The chase started prematurely and an easy catch suddenly turned into a long, arduous run. Viktor had tailed the rabbit for quite some time, but he was determined to regain control of the hunt. He got closer and closer to his midnight snack, when the view of trees suddenly disappeared and replaced with a large span of gravel and concrete. They had somehow managed to arrive at the Great Thunderpath, named after the distinctive sound that cars made when driving past compared to the sound of thunder. This was the boundary between the two wooded areas. Not many wolves were known to have crossed it due to the controversy that shrouds this highway in mystery. Many wolves have died near this road when human construction began and started to pave out a path. Habitats were destroyed and as a result a significant amount of sources of food disappeared along with it. This was part of the reason food was so scarce this winter. However, it was crucial for Viktor that he catch this rabbit and not for all this effort to go to waste. This year’s winter has been especially cruel, the brutality was unmistaken. It arrived several moons early and taken many unprepared souls as a result. The sudden arrival may have been caused by old tensions between the long gone huma...
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
Crawling, I try and find the warmth and heart beat of mama; she hasn’t returned home from her journey. My feathers are near frozen and and my stomach growls and lurches. I panic at the chill that washes over my body. The fluff and mama’s feathers are on the brink of extinction. Frost bitten and hungry, I stumble to the oval opening in the hollow. A fresh blanket of snow is layered over the great forest. Did mama get redirected in the snow? I wonder. I creep closer towards the rough unknown terrain ahead. Just as I step to the edge of the hollow, a mourning cry captures my attention. A lone wolf in the distance cries desperately out to his brothers and sisters. His howl is high pitched and strong. He is a lost teenager searching for a juvenile mate. Crashed with surprise I tilt forward, tipping even closer to the outside world. I attempt to balance on the sliver of the hollow’s cliff. As strong as my mind is compared to the actual strength of my petty body, I flap my wings as hard as I can. I’ve created a full power that has never been reached before in my entire being. I soar backwards into the rough inside of the hollow. Dazed with pure adrenaline, I lay there flat on my back. A stabbing pain slices deep into my vertebrae.
“Dearest friends! As you know, a member of our congregation, Howleen Wolf, was brutally raped by a bloodsucker. Or, as you might know the term, vampire!”
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.