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This story is my most recent original work that I have written. It is a storyabout my favourite animal-the wolf. I have more chapters to this...but I won't post them yet. blaugh Well...not much more to say here. Read on!

Jaded Existence

A/N: Most of the scenes in this story metaphorically portray true events that happened in the history of my country(Canada). If you can guess what they are; a cookie to you!.

Born of a stricken mother they shall be,
Living in the unknown; living with mystery,

Stolen from the figure they once knew,
Forced to live independent, a life born anew,

Torn apart from one another,
Living alone, no sister, no brother,

She shall find the guidance of the master,
He shall find the long-laster,

They shall both learn the way of violence,
To fight, to kill and to do “what’s meant”,

Till once again they find one another,
Living together, as sister, as brother.

Part 1- Life after Death
Chapter 1- Fallen Leaders

Trees, drenched with the beauty of early spring-time warmth, spread their wings over the rich soil below. The branches had been plucked of their feathers only two seasons previously, just before nature spread her cold wrath across the region. Now, as the deadly winter passed over the natural wilderness, new life began sprouting. Buds still protected with a thin membrane of green grew on the very tips of the bare, barked branches of every tree, fed excessive minerals from the constantly falling rain. Beauty was again springing to life.

Tears from the heavens fell with a harsh anger, but this was nothing unfamiliar to the land at this time of year. Rocky cliff sides, etched with long, deep crevices, dripped with the liquid as the pools of water overflowed deep within the face. Though the land was cold with darkness, this could not exterminate the feeling of happiness that spread even beyond the large expanse of the forest. All creatures were beginning to slip out of the places where they sheltered for the long, cold winter. The coming of a new year excited most of the creatures, up to the largest. A scurry of activity swarmed the forest floor.

But one cave, standing tall in the side of a rugged cliff, held a feeling of depression. Inside its’ dark depths lay a wolfess, her body stretched across the stony ground. Her breathing was fast-paced and not even the rapid patter of rain from outside could subdue her frequent grunts and yelps of pain. Exhaustion swept through her body as she lay there limply and without motion. Even the natural glow of the wolfs’ eyes had dulled as the suns slowly passed by. Her once-charming fur coat now looked messy and nearly all the colour it once had had vanished.

The wolfess’ stomach was obviously swollen with the growth of young cubs. She was late into her pregnancy and soon the time for birth would come. But, unlike most of the alpha females in the region, she would not be joyous in the birth of her offspring. No. She suffered with something more natural than such, and it swept all willingness to live from her soul. Illness caught a glance into the wolfess’ eyes and now caught hold of her life. Her days are strictly limited.

A howl, friendly to the pregnant wolfess’ ear, sounded in the nearby distance, just outside the perimeter of the cave. Seconds later the she-wolf who had made the howl was visible as a silhouette at the mouth of the cave. Her fur coat was a brilliant gray, the same as her sisters’, with only a slight bristling around the muzzle. The newcomer respectfully bowed her head and lowered her tail to the suffering alpha. She carried meat freshly torn from the thigh of a deer, still soaked in blood, in her mouth.

“Sister...” the alpha female whispered in a painful tone and only slightly lifting her head from the ground.“You have come.”

Dropping the meat at her sisters’ side, the newcomer said, “Yes, Danni, I’m here. But you must eat now if you want to live until the birth of your cubs. Lord willing, of course.”

“Thank you, Sylvia. I would be lost if this curse had gotten you too.” Danni replied, slightly thankful. She ripped the meat apart and ate it as fast as her body would allow.

Danni looked fearfully at her sister, “My time is coming. It won’t be long now.”

“Your time?”Sylvia asked, with concern for her sister.

“Yes. The muscles in my stomach have been tensioning for quite some time now. I’m afraid that they will be born any sun now.”

Sylvia could clearly see the worried expression on her sister’s face. Though she hadn’t had cubs of her own, Sylvia knew that giving birth demanded an extremely large amount of energy from the mother. Something that Danni didn’t have. If the birth was successful, she would not have the energy to continue living. And even if it was not, she would die from exhaustion.

“I’m sure everything will be alright. You’ll survive to see the growth of your beloved cubs,” Sylvia assured. But they both knew that such a thing was an impossibility.

“I can only wish. And ask that the Lord of the Pack, my mate, will watch me through the process. He was such a dear friend to me, like everyone else that had once made up our pack. But now he and everyone else are gone,” she whispered with a distressing sadness, “I’ll be joining them soon.”

As Sylvia shifted uncomfortably on the gravel, an awkward silence passed between the two sisters. While Danni remembered the life she lived as the hunter, Sylvia could only listen to her sister’s rapid, painful gasps for air.

“Do you think my pups will suffer like I have?” Danni asked her sister, “I don’t want them to live through such a hellish experience like I am living through now.”

Sylvia replied with a heavy guilt, “I wish I could say they would survive to become the greatest hunters that ever roamed this land. But I don’t know if this curse will be passed on to them or not. I’m sorry.”



“Beauty can mask the Darkness. Beware the thorns of a Rose.”



For Danni the next few days were spent sleeping, even when the rain let up and the sun shone down warmly on the soaked ground below. Even with constant sleep Danni could feel her last remaining shreds of energy fade away. It was even difficult for the young wolfess to lift her muzzle off the stony floor nowadays.

When Danni awoke from her nightmares, which were composed of the death of the little cubs she now nursed within her womb, she thought of Torn, her mate, and the dominant leader of what was her pack. She would conjure up images of his powerful figure. She depicted him just as he looked like when he lived. His size was striking to even the most powerful wolf leaders in the region. He weighed far more than anyone else in the pack had and his head rose higher than anyone else as well. He sure was a formidable foe to anyone who challenged the pack. The thick black fur on which Danni once rested her head upon was one of the most comforting memories she had of her fine mate. But he was taken, just like everyone else in the pack.

A sudden pain in her rump drew Danni away from her thoughts. As the pain didn’t cease, she realized what was happening. The cubs were about to enter the world.

Whispering silently, Danni aroused her sister from her slumber at the entrance to the cave, “Sylvia, wake up.”

Sylvia awoke and listened to what her sister had to say.

“The cubs are coming and I need you to get away from here. Stand guard if you want to, but I don’t want you to see my suffering.”

Sylvia obeyed without protest. The times Sylvia and Danni shared together were precious to them both and she knew that this could possibly be the final favour Danni ever asked. Sylvia didn’t want Danni to be angered at her for the last day she lived. Sylvia trotted down a rocky path leading to the solid ground where she would wait until her sister called.

The wait was long and dreadful. Sylvia swam in her thoughts of worry as the sun passed through the cloudless sky. Danni probably wouldn’t survive through the night. The sister Sylvia played with as a pup would soon vanish from the Earth, only to exist in a mere world of imagination. Danni and she had experienced so much together and now those times would be coming to a closure with the death of her sister. But one hope still remained in Sylvia’s mind. The cubs Danni would bear would hold a remnant of their true mother. A piece of her that would stay alive as long as her offspring grew to create lives of their own. Sylvia would raise the pups well.

The anxiety of the situation eventually overpowered Sylvia’s willpower and she was forced to occupy herself with other things. She decided that it would be best for her to hunt. If by some miracle Danni was to survive, she would need to eat. Sylvia abandoned her post at the cave entrance and patrolled the perimeter around the cave. After hours of hunting she finally found and killed a grouse that had carelessly strayed too far from its’ den. After the kill, Sylvia returned to the cave’s entrance to wait, with the dead grouse beneath her paw.

The sun continued to fall in the sky and Sylvia heard nothing from within the cave. Eventually she began pacing, her worries peaking as every moment passed. When the forest was bathed in dawn’s fiery light, Danni finally emerged from the cave’s dark depths. As Sylvia looked at her sister’s frail body, she saw that she was shaking wildly and her eyes couldn’t focus on only one thing. She nearly fell when leaving the cave.

Immediately Sylvia rushed to her sister’s aid.

“Danni, you must eat-“ She said, but was soon interrupted.

“No, Sylvia. You are the mother now. You need the meat more than I do. It’s time for me to leave you now.”

Danni lifted her eyes to Sylvia’s. The pain they held were as clear as the sky above. She would be leaving the cubs she struggled to bring into the world without seeing them grow into fine young hunters. She wouldn’t even get the chance to look into their fine young eyes.

“I have one last thing to ask of you, sister. If a male and female survive to puppyhood, I would like you to give them these names: April, for this season is the time that I, their true mother, is to join their father and Farn, in memory of the one who sired them. The memory of our pack shall live on, in the future generations, as the Ancients once said.” Danni said, tears now flowing from her eyes, “Be a good mother to the ones I sacrificed myself for.”

“The true mother shall see her children once again. When she rests in Heaven with the one she loved.” Sylvia whispered as Danni struggled to leave the area and move far into the forest where her life would be taken.

“I promise.”