Introducing my next MasterKoda Blog Tour guest, who is none other than Dominique Goodall! Now, this post will be a little different because she has a story to tell about the photo prompt pictured below. Let’s listen in.
The Wolf, The Fox, and The Flowers
The wolf sighed as she slunk across the ground. Each step just hurt her now. She was so exhausted that she was almost comatose as she made her uncertain way across ground that seemed to be out to get her. The life in her eyes was beginning to fade, beginning to dim down as the flame of life inside her emaciated body began to slowly die out, as though a candle were being blown out.
She collapsed upon the ground suddenly, her head dropping down as she closed her eyes in utter despair. She needed sleep, and that’s what she did right there and then – without any thought to the dangers which may have laid in wait for her. She was in the dark. Nothing and no one could interrupt her now while she gathered the miniscule strength to stagger on further away from the horrors of her past – horrors which lingered even now.
She didn’t sleep for long before the hunger pangs in her stomach began to rumble, waking her up. She sighed softly, unable to gather the strength and her scattered thoughts enough to get up. She let out a low sigh before she shook her head and then rested it back on her black and white paws. She honestly didn’t see the point in fighting it any more.
Death had her in its clutches, and the relentless wolves that collected inner howl were howling at her heels. She could almost feel their breath, burning on her nape and now…now was when she would lie down and let them take her somewhere better than this. She whined quietly when she felt the insistent nose of some woodland creature nuzzling against her shoulder. She couldn’t amass the energy to even open her eyes – nor could she remember the last time she’d felt her stomach full with food.
It was almost as though the creature paused at her weary sound of utter defeat. She only relaxed back down when it went away; leaving her with thoughts of the horror she could remember from her early life in her birth-pack. She ignored the grumbles of her stomach, her ears splayed as she finally got a full waft of blood – and that was the scent which made her open her eyes. She whined softly as she noticed the rabbit, laying in front of her as though a gift from above.
When she lifted her head a little more, she spotted the plush white fur of a fox, whose muzzle was reddened around the muzzle. She growled softly in rough thanks as the fox nudged it nearer towards her then politely backing away so she could eat. It took her time to feed, even the single rabbit filling her stomach to the point where she felt uncomfortable.
She advanced towards the little fox, bending her head down and flicking her ears as she growled quietly again – though this time it was a proper thanks as strength began to flow through her veins and fresh life again began to swell within her eyes. To say that she was happy may have been stretching the truth too far, but to say that she was willing to fight on…she’d agree with that.
Her mind had cleared since she’d eaten, the faint fog that had lingered now swatted away like a fly by a tail. She shook her head the once before licking her dry lips and sinking down to rest her rear on the floor.
“Thank you, little fox. You didn’t need to save me, you could have left me to starve there and none of these would have worried.”
The fox shook his head before pointing his muzzle towards the bush beside her.
“I saw those flowers there – they are like you are. Both of you are fragile and beautiful, needing protection. I couldn’t let you fade away, miss wolf. You are needed in this world, every world needs a flower as beautiful and as dainty as yourself.” The fox grinned suddenly and pawed up at her, his head tipping to the side as he yipped quietly. “My name is Vhenan; can I ask your name too?”
He watched the black and white pelted she-wolf as she straightened herself up and then growled proudly into the air. It was only now that he realised that her eyes differed, were two different colours in a way that dominated the frail beauty of her too slender face. Despite the strength currently running her body, he could see her legs beginning to tremble again.
“My name? My name is Singer, and I’m so glad to be alive.”
Even as she collapsed, weak still, a grin pulled the black-edged lips of her muzzle back as her tail wagged. Her nose was now buried in the pink blossoms that lay next to the depression in which she had lain when she was giving up – but now she was fighting for life again, she made a new one, where she was able to see the flowers the kind-hearted fox had compared her to – the first compliment in her young life.
What do you think about this?
Does anything about Singer make you think of times in your own life where you wanted to give up?
Dominique Goodall is the author of the soon to be released Echoes of Winter, book one in the Seasons of the Wolf series and a self-confessed wolf addict. She has currently been published in two anthologies by Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing and is currently working on getting herself better known by sending in manuscripts for as many different anthologies as she possibly can.
As much as she loves to admit it, she never will be able to count her wolf stuff- there’s nothing left for her to be truly able to collect without her own home.
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She can be friended on Facebook here: https://www.facebook.com/WaterSinger
Her author page on Facebook is here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Dominique-Goodall-author/250907358312446
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Her twitter name is: https://twitter.com/#!/DomGoodall
and her blog can be found here: http://dominiquegoodall.wordpress.com/