One wolves tale

Chapter 9: Music Blossoms

Ridged, firm trees stand like soldiers. Elongated limbs, stretching to their limits to catch the elliuminating rays from the ever increasing warmth from the sun. The relaxing breeze snatching the helpless leaves away from their homes.

Jackson stumbles through the rows of soldiers, following the never-ending path to a dream. Pastel pink petals are guided along the grass. The fresh scent spreads rapidly, carried by the soft breeze. Petals gracefully circle an alluring cherry blossom tree. Its stunning appearance blinded those who looked at it. Its beauty guided Jackson closer as he admired its frame. He reached out his little hand as the petals danced around, the wind singing a soft tune. The tip of his slim fingers connects with the trees's smooth trunk, his hand caresses down its hard skin. His eyes close slowly, listening to the orchestra of trees making their sweet, gentle music. He let out a relaxed sigh, laying his bare back against the smooth wood as he slid down. Looking around, the subtle petals lay to rest on the floor, waiting to soon grow old.

As the clouds in the sky lose their patience, angered by the burning heat. The gentle lullaby casts a spell on the land, the animals falling into a resting sleep, Jackson included. Words from heaven come pouring down, the poem of rain were God's resting words of wisdom. The ground is covered in tears of the dead, never forgotten, but remembered by those who loved them.

As the yellow shining sun started to wake. It filled the sky with mighty colours of red, splashing the clouds with endless rays of pink. It's bright and charming light shined down onto the trees glamorous pink hair. Jackson's eyes flicker open, looking around with half open eyes. He groans softly as he leans forward, rubbing his pale back. As he arched forward, soft cracks of his spine are heard. Jackson took a deep breath before standing back onto his own two bare feet.

While walking towards a meadow, Jackson stops. He stood staring at two deer eating a fresh patch of green grass across the meadow. Carefully placing his bag against a small, mossy boulder, he slowly takes off his shorts. Jackson quickly but painfully transformed into his furry wolf form, shaking his fur like a wet dog. Sneaking into the long, yellow, dried grass, he took soft and gentle steps towards the pray; like a lion hunting its next antelope. Once he was close enough, the deers sensed his presence, dashing away. Jackson growls loud, sprinting after them desperately. His strong, powerful legs kick back the dirt, his tongue sticking out like an excited dog. Once in range of the younger deer, he pounces onto its spotted back, plunging his sharp long teeth into the deers throat. Jackson's teeth remained attached to its neck as the deer twitched and shook in fear, soon falling limp. Jackson dropped it once it died, huffing and puffing.

Jackson dragged the deer carelessly back towards his bag, laying it down. He sat next to the lifeless deer, staring at its face of peace. The deer was now on it resting bed, waiting to be devoured, so its carcass would soon help new life grow.