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Wolf dream
Jan. 11th, 2006 07:28 amA man came to town with a wolf, demanding tribute or he would set the wolf loose to terrorize the town. He wanted a wife. It came down to me or the daughter of one of my friends.
"I'm hardly a virgin," I said the man.
He laughed. "This isn't blood sacrifice. What would I do with a virgin? Give me a woman with a little meat and experience."
I didn't like the man, but I didn't fear him. I was, however, a little afraid of the wolf, but as no one had ever seen it, how could we be sure it was real?
"How do we know your wolf is real?" one of the townspeople asked the man. "And if it's real, why should we fear it?"
That night several of the town's animals were gruesomely slaughtered. The next morning the stranger announced that he would be putting on a show in which he would be displaying the beast.
Curious, I kept following blood trails, hoping to catch sight of the animal away from its master. I found her. She was small, about the size of a coyote, and white. She was covered in welts and lacerations. She was scared, angry, undoubtedly dangerous, but the blood spilt throughout the town was her own.
"Poor bitch," I thought as she snarled at me. It was then I knew we had nothing to fear from the wolf, and everything to fear from her master.
"I'm hardly a virgin," I said the man.
He laughed. "This isn't blood sacrifice. What would I do with a virgin? Give me a woman with a little meat and experience."
I didn't like the man, but I didn't fear him. I was, however, a little afraid of the wolf, but as no one had ever seen it, how could we be sure it was real?
"How do we know your wolf is real?" one of the townspeople asked the man. "And if it's real, why should we fear it?"
That night several of the town's animals were gruesomely slaughtered. The next morning the stranger announced that he would be putting on a show in which he would be displaying the beast.
Curious, I kept following blood trails, hoping to catch sight of the animal away from its master. I found her. She was small, about the size of a coyote, and white. She was covered in welts and lacerations. She was scared, angry, undoubtedly dangerous, but the blood spilt throughout the town was her own.
"Poor bitch," I thought as she snarled at me. It was then I knew we had nothing to fear from the wolf, and everything to fear from her master.
