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As darkness fell, there was complete silence. Not even the wind made a sound. The forest was lazy, for the Sun hadn't breathed life into it for at least ten minutes now. It was like a still picture, and yet appealed more to the eye than any possible sequence of motion. There was something about it that was simply nothing short of spectacular. Just breath-taking. Just as it seemed that the stillness and silence was frozen in time, a noise emerged from the depths of gray and black. What normally could not be heard rang out past the tree trunks and pierced the air. It was the crunching of dead, dry leaves. Paws were moving across the grassy, moist soil. Black paws. It was a wolf. Keeping pace, it crept through the night. It was practically invisible, due to its pitch black fur. Truly a sight to see. It's fur was made of black holes and shadows. The dark night sky was jealous. The wolf's eyes, however, were an angelic white. They shone out like beams of concentrated angel dust. They were slightly more than half open, very calm. Suddenly, they widened. Somewhat of fear, somewhat from curiosity. The wolf stopped dead in its tracks. About twenty feet ahead, in the clearing, stood a magnificent beast. Another wolf, except this one was a brilliant tone of white. The texture looked as that of a cloud, and the soft, creamy color would remind one of milk as it poured down throughout its body. It seemed to have this, stunning aura around it. It was almost too much to take in at once. After the black wolf had a few moments to gaze upon this beauty, it suddenly arched its neck upwards and closed its eyes, with its nose aiming at the stars. Its chest extruded as it took a long inhale. Then, finally, it howled up at the night sky. The sheer sound was melodious. It brought everything back into existence. The trees danced, the stars glistened and twirled, and the green seas of grass rolled about. The white wolf stood afterwards, elegant in pose. The black wolf was frozen. The presence of this angelic wolf took form in the gravity that pressed down on the black wolf. He felt almost in a dream-like state, and could not process anything. After a full thirty seconds the black wolf finally regained control of its soul and snapped into reality once again. It moved closer, ever so slowly to the white wolf. As it surveyed this creature more, it noticed a small scar, over its eye. The black wolf was intrigued now, and began to increase in speed to get a better view. He had seen nothing like this before. Nothing of this magnitude before. It beckoned him. It called out to him. Desire swept over the black wolf as it seemed to float over towards this magical, white being. Its eyes were locked on. As soon as the black wolf got within a reasonable distance, a deafening noise shattered the tranquility of the forest. A gunshot. The black wolf froze mid-stride. The sound rippled through the peace, tore apart the silence and disturbed the resting souls of the trees. The white wolf flinched. Its knees buckled and its head instantly shifted downward. Its tail sunk as a streak of red could be seen traveling down its front leg. The trail of red leaked from its left shoulder and ended in what was now a small puddle beneath its paw. The black wolf's head tilted and his paws clenched the soil. The white wolf's legs finally gave and it gracefully fell to one side. Everything immediately returned to its previous, still state. The black wolf surged with energy and broke out in a dead sprint for the white wolf. After what seemed like an eternity slow-moving silence, the black wolf came to a stop before its target. The white wolf's eyes were closed and its body unmoving. The black wolf's eyes sparked with red embers that only matched the pool of blood collecting by the white wolf. He was mad.. Enraged. This rage was soon overwhelmed by a disabling wave of sorrow and despair. The black wolf just stared at the white lump before him. He waited for it to move but it wouldn't. Finally, the black wolf turned around and walked slowly in the opposite direction, away from the clearing, and back into the maze of trees. The image was cemented in his mind. He could not shake it away or change his thoughts. He could not bear the sight, nor the memory, and felt as if he would go mad. He tried not to make a sound during his depressing walk back through all of the dead leaves. He looked up at the sky and stared at the stars that weren't there anymore. He pondered about everything that had just flashed before his eyes. It seemed like the whole thing took a few seconds, or in other ways, a few years. Even though his paws slowly moved away from the horrid sight, he felt as if he was still there, looking down upon the one thing that had moved his emotions from a single glance. A life's worth of tragedy was printed across his face. He was daydreaming as he walked, not paying attention to where he was heading for it took up all his mind could hold. He was broken out of his state by what sounded like more crunching of leaves in a nearby area. Did he just hear that..? That. There it was again. Yes, it was for certain. The wolf looked around him swiftly, only moving its neck. His eyes were white blurs, dashing back and forth. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a shimmer in the moonlight. He froze as it came more into view ever so carefully. It was silver, and metallic, like polished mercury. The wolf's heart stopped as the image became fully engulfed in the subtle light. A gun. It was a gun. A long-barreled rifle with a mounted scope. A strange-looking creature was holding it. Pink skin, no fur at all. It was wearing different colored fabrics that somewhat blended in with the current surroundings. Its eyes were emotionless and cold. The wolf felt as if he was staring death in the face. A terrible fear overcame the wolf as he dashed in the other direction. The being flinched and tried chasing the wolf. After a few seconds, another deafening noise. A shot rose above all other noises and bellowed through the atmosphere. The wolf kept its stride and eventually became out of ear shot of whatever this thing was. The wolf panted hard. He tried to catch his breath. He was terrified. There were no traces of this other being now. Just him, the trees and silence. The wolf felt as if he used wings to get away, due to the sheer speed in which he took off with. He tried to calm down when a stinging sensation broke out on the top of his head. He clenched his teeth and let out a low growl. He moved his paw up and felt where the stinging was coming from and felt skin. A strip of bare skin where the fur had been taken clean off. No blood, however. He must have been in too much shock to feel it earlier. He then walked slowly into the wind and winced as it kicked up and blew along the tender skin. It cooled the burning down, but stung in its own way, quite a bit. The wolf had no idea what was going on. All it could recall was amazement, then sorrow, then fear and now pain. He shook his head slowly as he treaded through the ocean of his mixed emotions, and tried to calm down. He was then stopped in his tracks by a strong sense of nostalgia. He tilted his head once again and stepped out into a clearing. It was the same clearing as before. There sat the white lump that was once a graceful, angelic wolf. The sorrow and depression swarmed over him yet again, just as he had begun to forget about it. His feet moved toward the lump without him knowing, and his tail dropped. The next thing he saw was the sleeping beast, right on the grass in front of him once again. He looked down now at the wolf, its fur slightly tinted pink from all of the blood. The black wolf's heart beat slower as crystal clear drops fell upon the white wolf's cheek. Sadly, this was not rain. The black wolf sobbed silently over the loss of this elegant being. This pure soul. This mysterious entity was now non-existent. The wind hugged the black wolf, and the trees leaned in to console him. He examined the lump more as best he could through his misty eyes. It felt like this angelic creature wasn't at rest completely, as if it was too soon, or as if it died before something meaningful was done. The black wolf was dead now. Not physically, but in every other way imaginable. He felt as if he were staring at his self, motionless amongst the many swaying blades of soft grass. The wind whispered and the clear drops fell slightly at an angle. The black wolf bowed slowly, as if showing a form of respect, or gratitude. He then slowly licked the cheek of the white wolf, as a sign of true endearment. He then gathered what was left of his composure and turned away, and walked sluggishly back towards the trees. He walked into the wind again, hoping it would dry his eyes faster. The cool, loving breeze now numbed the pain on his head. As the black wolf slowly made it to the trees he faded in with the now pitch black background ever so slowly. He was gone without a trace. The white wolf's fur flapped violently in the wind. A small white flame in a field of green. Just then, the corner of the white wolf's mouth slowly curled upward, in what looked like a grin. This expression quickly faded to nothing once again, as if it had never happened. The sound of silence filled the air as the wind continued to speak its mind to the trees, resulting in the trees response as they swayed from side to side. One star could be seen in the distant sky, and it glistened faintly, trying with all of its might to set the sky a blaze with its pure light. The environment remained the same, but was changed forever in a way that could never be explained by anyone, or anything. About thirty minutes of the night had elapsed at this point.. There was about ten more hours to go.. ~The soul never dies~

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