Trapped as a wolf

Exploring Hell

The flat plains of worn down fields, stretching into a maze of tarmac pathways burning in the simple sun provide a route for large metal beasts to roam upon, whilst tractors work hard pulling heavy loads through. A gruntled groan is background music along the motors path where fresh gold turns quickly to dying brown. Away from the destruction, hedges line an area that travels off into the desirable distance, fitted with high voltage fencing, creating an almost idyllic prison ground. Inside the rusted and refurbished pen, gravel shows onlookers where to walk whilst yet more innocent poles weave into tall paddocks around, and each tree is caged in by short constricting fences and under the velvet grass, hard grey rules over the clay brown. Small vibrations are sent through the slab, sourced in one of the revived grounds, cut off from home, where a young grey wolf seeks escape from the show.

Eyes still plastered onto my back, My body began to relax and control slipped within my grasp. But take the fragile threads I did not, for taking them felt wrong in this place and this body. The world was no longer moving as I had stopped pacing but my heart felt higher than it should be, its beat coursing through every vein and vessel it could find, crawling up my throat and banging in my ears, like an annoying piece of music that comforts you.

"Breath"

 My heated breath slowly escaped my lips before fresh cargo arrived. scents came with it and I was no longer separate to my other half in this moment, but united, thinking the same thoughts, or not thinking aloud at all, not interrupting. The grass, the dirt, even the cement looked strangely beautiful and with a big bit of faith I stepped forward, realising the further in I went, the further from the eyes I became.

Realisation was beautiful as I took one last look back, towards Mr Hope but directly at Mr Field, my captor and my enemy and my friend. I believe he saw the emotion in my eyes, not singly sad, but all emotions I felt. The brief glance was charming as I proceeded with caution further into hell. My hell.

The leaves on the few bushes are a waxy green, the lone tree a withered brown and a tired red on the leaves. The ground is a brown with worn grooves where previous occupants had tread. I dipped my head down and took two sharp lungful's through the nose.

Wolf

Male

one year old

Fully mature

scent is two years old

Wolf Male Mature Three years , Rabbit for lunch

The scents in this body are so vibrant and I can hear even the slightest murmur for forever. I listen hard to my surroundings, quiet, quiet and.. static. I slowly move my head to locate the source and there are many. some from presumably phones, some the electric fence and some, CCTV cameras.

"Crap"

And then the atmosphere changed completely, I was no longer a wolf looking and smelling the plants and animals, I was a prisoner looking at cameras, fences and cement compounds, smelling the disinfectant and sweat, hearing the man made static buzz through my core like a bee on fire.

we are separate now, I am Grace and Charlotte is Charlotte.

"I take it we won't be seeing your form for a while then" She whispered

"Uh Huh" I reply softly. The small pen began to empty at the edges of spectators and soon it was only I who remained. "well at least we are safe in here" I'm beginning to chuckle, I mean what's the point in moping, just look on the bright side and work around the problem, or through it. Just don't sit looking at it for days.

"Urgh sure, at least I'm comfortable."  

I look around at the place again, it's alienating features and homely ones too. I see a little hole attached to a building and strut forward with curiosity and knowingness. It is nothing special, it is what is expected, it is a straw bed. "Mmmm homely isn't it" Charlie mutters.

"Yeah, I think we can add some improvements"

"Soil for warmth,  actually why don't we just dig a hole and bring the straw to it?" the wolf called charlotte asks

"why not.. It will probably be warmer than this once we are finished and it will pass the time, who knows we may enjoy ourselves" I agree

And so the digging began, the soil was cool under my soft pads and our minds were working hard to work out how it should be dug... the structure, the depth.. and soon enough we were set into a calm, working rhythm.

 The hole was not incredibly large, big enough for us to easily climb into but not so big that it exposed the interior to the elements. It had a slight ridge in the doorway to prevent any water coming through and curved around to block it from the wind. The inside was not spacious so that it retained our heat a lot easier and had a smooth wall of mud and chalk. It was quite dark inside, but as a wolf our sight adapted to the change in light enough and it wasn't like we would run into a table.. so that wasn't an important detail.

We ran back to the hut after checking our den and grabbed a mouthful of straw, this joined with some soil in the den made it quite comfy but after gathering some green foliage it was perfect. 

The sky had become a stunning peach colour as the sun was hovering only just above the horizon. At this Charlotte yawned and I too was ready to sleep, so we had one long stretch outside before entering our new den. Just as I settled down I heard a wolf cry.

"do you like it here Grace?"

"I don't know, I mean it is horrible being away from home but I guess no one means us any harm and we will be getting fed..."

Grrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuumb

"Urgh I'm so hungry Charlie... we haven't eaten in over a day.. A day... Surely mum and dad have noticed that we are gone, oh they will never know we are here. Unless the press make a fuss about it, but even then we don't even own a TV.. how will they find us.. will they find us?"

"Oh I do hope so Grace... If not then I guess we.. we...

 we..." Her voice trailed off inside of my head, as if hope was being scraped off her skin with every passing thought.

"We'll think about that when the time comes, lets just focus on the now."

As that thought came into my head I heard some noise made by some monkeys.. followed by some other animal I don't know's call, proceeded by more and more noise until it went silent. It got to the wolves...

The wolves didn't howl or whine, but I could hear them running... the sound of synthetic freedom humming through the ground. Then I smelt it. Meat. Raw, Beautiful Meat. The wolves had stopped and after what I could only guess was a scuffle amongst the pack... I heard only munching from all the animals on the park.

"They just had to leave us till last didn't they" Charlie chuckled low, her patience wearing thin

 I was about to reply and then I heard a gate click... so I sprinted towards the sound and stopped off short when I saw the guy holding my guts fiancé. I started stalking cautiously forward.. the memory of my last meal, the paste on the dish in the woods, brining unwanted memories and therefore my instincts getting in gear.

The handsome meat flew over the fence to tie the knot with my stomach but I was a worried parent, taking my time before finally allowing them to be together. And when it touched my tongue I realised I wouldn't care if it was hiding a secret.. I loved it too much to go back.

The rich and raw textures and flavours danced in my mouth, creating a fire works display of reds and pinks and blacks and violets. I was in heaven.

Perhaps Hell isn't so bad when you can visit heaven.

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Wow that's taken forever to write... who liked that bit of romance at the end ;) I think Graces gut and that raw hide were made for each other hehe.. I have no idea what ive been thinking whilst writing this but I hope You like it (word count 1434) BTW I wrote that first bit in English last year so i tried it out as an experiment, hope you enjoy

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