17.11.2013
The Were-wolf reported by the association hasen't appeard and will likely strike next month, I'm corrently of duty, recovering. Its the full moon, even if the modern were-wolves aren't affected by it, they still run with the pack every full moon. So maybe I shoudn't of went out. But it helps to write outside, clear my thoughts. I'm corrently with a friend, in the forest, even if I'm pretty sure were safe, its better to be prepared. In my bag I have my trusty small bow with a dozen poison arows, not poisoned enough to kill but enough to drive any rogues off, atleast.
Oh no, Friend's Coming, write more later.
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"Hey Riley, Don't you get tired of writing in that old book?"
"No, not really, its my Grand-pa's journal, and before he died, he said that every day till I die, I have to write in it."
"Oh, sorry. You miss him a lot, don't you?
"Yeah, its been a year."
Riley's Grand-dad died because a rabbid wolf attacked him in the woods. When they found him, his body was so badly torn up that the police had to identify him by DNA only. They never found the wolf, but they assumed that it died shortly after.
"Darn, Riley I'm sorry I brought up the subject."
I could see her tearing up, so I did the only possible thing a best friend for life would do, I hugged her very tight and let her cry on my shoulder for as long as she needed and then sat beside her.
""!!!CRACK!!!""
"Riley, What was that!?"
"Don't know. Lets check it out."
There was something just outside of the clearing. I could hear panting, and low growling to the right side of the clearing. Right next to the exit. Darn. What ever it was, it was smart, it blocked our way out of the clearing. It sort of sounded like a wolf, but way bigger and ferocious.
"Riley, its blocking the exit. We can't run."
"So we won't run."
"Wh-a-a-t-t?"
Not the answer I was expecting. She knew what it was that made the sound. I was sure of it. Right then the "it" in question stepped out of hiding. It was Big and it was Ferocious alright. It was a Giant African Wild Dog, narrow body frame and tall-legged, it was at least twice the size of a normal wolf, its shoulders came up to my head. Yep, African Wild Dog. I'm going to die. African Wild Dogs are the most strong-jawed of the canine family. Real Killing-Machines. I'm domed, and not only that, but Riley too!
"Riley, I'll distract it you run! With any luck you'll survive!"
"No chance!... SAFFRON, LOOK OUT!!"
The wolf suddenly ran towards me, this was it, I was going to die.
A flash of pain, crunch, blood and a heck of a lot more pain. Pain, my arm was on fire, burning, the pain was going up my arm, no, the fire was going up my arm to my chest I let lose a scream of pure agony it s was now in my legs it hurt really bad, I couldn't help but scream again and then all I could do was whimper and hope that the beast would do off with me soon.
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"Is she ok?"
"She'll be fine."
"Sorry, you can't go further, wait outside, please."
"SAFFRON, YOU BETTER LIVE!"
People were crying, that voice, Riley, the clearing, the wolf, RILEY, she was crying, but where? Where was I? Heaven? No, Riley wouldn't be crying in heaven, what had happened? AH! My arm... it hurt! Bad, I let out another whimper, no, a cry. It hurt bad, I tried to move, no can't move it hurts to much. Then nothing, it want black.
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"Saffron...Saffron,....Saffie..."
"Where....did-(YAWNNN)-you get that-(YAWWWWN)-nick-name anyway...?"
I opened my eyes, where was I? Mom, Dad, Riley and her parents were here to. It was bright, white and smelled like bleach, it smelled exactly liked the...the...HOSPITAL!! Everybody had red eyes, especially mom, dad and Riley. What had happened? I tried to get up...
"AHHH!"
Bad Idea, I looked around, yep, the hospital. And I was in the bed. Every one was staring down at me. And my right arm was wrapped in a big, thick, white bandage.
"Don't try to get up sweetie-beetle."
My mom,
"Your going to be here a while shookuns-bear."
And my dad,
"Saffie your awake, thank god!"
And last-but-not-least, Riley.
Now that my eyes had accustomed to the bright, white lights, and that I had successfully, sort of prompt myself up on the hard bed, it was time for the million dollar question...
"What happened? Like, why I'm I here?"
"Sweetie-beetle, you and Riley were out for a walk in the moonlight at 5:00 in the morning, and you were attacked, by a wolf. Riley got a branch and fought it of, but your arm was very badly ripped and torn where the thing bit you."
"How long have I been out?"
"2 and a half days, shookuns-bear."
"2 and a half days?!"
"Yeah, Saffie, 2 and a half days of high fever and screaming, you were in some serious pain, that's why you were unconscious for so long."
"Man... everything hurts, especially my head."
"Get some rest sweetie-beetle. we'll see you in the morning."
1 WEEK LATER....
"Ready to go home?" That was the question that the nurse asked me this morning when she announced that I could go home for the first time in a while. Yes, yes I sure was ready to go home. My arm still throbbed and ached and hurt but it was sort of getting better. "Sort of" as in the only thing the week at the hospital accomplished was stopping the blood, it had barely healed. It wouldn't bleed anymore, but it was still in bandages because the wounds hadn't healed one bit.
Over the week the police and wildlife officers came and went asking me for details on the attack and I told them the truth: That a big African Wild Dog came out of the woods and attacked me and my friend. They miss-interpreted the message and said that it was a grizzly that attacked us. But let me ask you this; Would a grizzly leave the distinct bite-mark of a African Wild Dog imprinted on my arm?
The scars, if the wound ever healed, would stay with me all my life and then some, because apparently the bite was so deep that it had left marks on my bones as well. Cool, if I was in a better mood.
Riley had skipped school for 4 days after the incident and by doing so we were both to are knees deep in homework, but since my right hand had been the target, I couldn't write, type or anything else. So I had it easy for all the time it took me to heal and gain some strength in that hand, in other words, I wasn't going to be graded this school semester. Awesome!
Well, this is going to prove an amazing experience for me, its going to take months to heal and rehabilitate myself so might has well get started!
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First Bitten, Twice Shy
WerewolfNormally, people would scream. Normally, people would try to crawl away, run away, to just get away. Normally, wolves half the size of horses didn't exits. And normally, beyond a doubt, I was supposed to be dead. Saffron Silver, a marvel addicted...
