Chapter 12
Molarsh shivered in his sleep. He was standing on a very high mountain full of snow. The icy winds were buffeting his fur, and smashing their chill on his face. He looked around for somewhere to escape, but everywhere was filled with whiteness. Normally, Molarsh would have enjoyed this, for wolves adore the winter. In winter, every wolf grows a thicker layer of fur to guard against the cold, and when they hunt, their paws sink in to the fluffy snow, snow so white that they resemble the feathers of a Snowy Owl or the face feathers of a Barn Owl. In winter, even those with golden, tawny or cream pelts, what they call autumn fur, have white pelts, reflected by the ice and the snow. They can be concealed in their surroundings, hidden, and not be found...
"But not this!" Molarsh yelled into the sky. This was a place of emptiness and nothingness. He fluffed up his shoulder and neck fur and brought his haunches closer to his stomach to save heat. He could hear himself panting with feat, and another, softer sound. Molarsh stiffened. There were paw steps coming from somewhere he did not know. And then he saw it.
An icy white wolf was coming towards him. She had very icy green eyes, like green chips of leaf ice, which were found on the leaves in the wolves' territory during winter. Molarsh wanted to go yeep, this wolf was Shibaan.
"Greetings, Molarsh," the spoke, with a faint trace of a growl echoing in her throat. Her icy eyes bore into Molarsh, making him whimper. "I see that you know who I am, don't you?" Molarsh nodded, and sank down into the snow. He made a sound between a growl and a whimper, and stood up and lied down again, crouching half-way. For he did not know whether he was to show submission or aggression to this wolf who rules the Wolvrinn, a place where the evil one go after death. Molarsh knew with full certainty that he was not dead yet.
Shibaan didn't seem to be bothered by his uncertainty of his position. She drew up to her full height, and raised her head to look up at the Sky of No Stars in the land of Wolvrinn. Then, to Molarsh's horror, parted his jaws, the Jaws of Night, and sang a mystical song that Molarsh had never in his life heard before. It was not about the fruitfulness of hunting, nor was it about the change in weather, wind direction or season. It was not about the joy of a new member added to the pack, nor was it the agony of a loved one gone. Molarsh could not decipher the meaning of the song, but when Shibaan finished singing, nothing had happened.
Shibaan turned around to face him now, her green eyes growing more and more intense, "You have come because you have failed to protect your new leader, ShaoMao," Molarsh bowed down in shame, "She is now at the brink of death, but it depends if she can be saved." Molarsh looked up at Shibaan, trying to avoid her terrifying eyes, and asked, "Can you do anything to help her? With the help of Skyah..."
"No," Shibaan replied him, her voice turning into a low growl, deep and dark, "Her destiny is fated, and entwined with yours. But we can do nothing to help, but a powerful dragon is guarding her." Molarsh nodded, the dragon was CheengLong. "Now as a punishment for your failure, you will visit this place in your dreams, and you must endure and chill and the pain of loneliness." Molarsh wanted to ask "when will this end?" But Shibaan was gone, and the snow was gone. He felt himself falling... falling...
Molarsh woke up, his heart beating fast like a woodpecker. A pair of eyes were looking down at him, flooded with concern. "Are you alright?" Alkara asked him gently, "You were howling and clawing the moss in your sleep." Molarsh looked at his mate and nodded, "Yes, just a bad dream."
As he watched his mate snuggle back beside him with the three pups, Molarsh hoped and wished that it was only a bad dream. Sighing, he laid back, but he dared not sleep again.
Greetings to all. This is my first time writing about something irrelevant to the Chapter on the same page. It would be my pleasure if anyone commented on this story in the wolf's perspective. I might start writing on the story of Molarsh's pack only if I have time... They're my second favourite animal anyways... ^^
As for SM and CL story, I might have to stop for a while, cuz I can't find the Dragon bk and can't cont the story cuz I forgot the details in Dragon. Sorry... But I'll post a new book about ShaoMao's early-and agonizing-life from an infant to 7 years old. Thinking how to connect the story with the first Chap of this book. Gonna be difficult... Any suggestions?
