Black Ghost

Three (2/2)

The black wolf appeared in her dreams the next following nights. He always repeated the same thing: Angry, angry, angry you are. I will help. Let me help. His voice was nonexistent, sounding like the breathy wind itself, and yet without even seeing his lips move to form the words that he repeated, Quiet knew that those words were what he was saying. And it scared her.

The longer that the ominous wolf hung around in her mind, the more frustrated she grew. No one would try and listen, try and read her lips or watch her motions to try and decipher what she was saying. Not even her own mother. Her perfect cousins, Elegant and Grace, barely acknowledged her existence, much less wanted to sit while she flailed around and tried to mouth the words of her anxiety. The black wolf was the only one who listened, the only one who was willing to wait patiently as she worked out how to mouth the words properly so that others could understand. And he had the very same problem, lacking a voice so instead needing to speak entirely through body language. It was hard to think about anything other than her mysterious acquaintance. She knew that it was wrong to speak with him, to seek him out when she went on a walk through the woods. And yet… although she knew that it was wrong, it felt so, so right.

Black Ghost- A Lone Howl Halloween story

By President Loki

(Part two of One)

Curiously, today felt different. The Black Ghost story still hanging on the back of her mind, she ventured her way through the trees with a slight hint of wariness. Ghost stories always fascinated Quiet, but they also gave her a sense of fear and precaution. It usually took her a day or so to get the details of the story out of her mind, freeing her of any additional anxiety.

The longer that she walked the more anxious she felt, and soon she was looking around, casting glances over her shoulder every few steps. The undeniable feeling of being watched had overtaken her, and it caused her fur to tingle all along her body. And yet, she couldn’t see, smell, nor hear any sort of hint as to there being another living soul out in the forest with her. Even the birds and squirrels seemed quiet for such a well-weathered day.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and stopped in her tracks. Pivoting, she looked slowly around at the brightly colored forest surrounding her, scanning it for anything that could be tracking her movement with steel eyes. She circled twice, unable to find any sort of sign that she was being followed, but as she turned back the way that she had come for a third time, she was met with the face of a very fluffy black wolf. His eyes were white, a foggy sort of pale gray with no life in them at all. He was inches away, dry nose puffing hot air into her face, and although he was far taller than she, his eyes were directly level with her’s. Had Quiet been able to make a sound, she would’ve screamed; but her silence kept her from reacting in fear. Being mute kept her oddly calm in situations such as this, and even as fear spiked through her body, she stayed rooted.

When she blinked he was gone, as was any sort of trace that he had existed at all. Slowly turning her head once more she searched for him, but seeing nothing, she set off back towards her home in unnerved angst.

Black Ghost

Six

Over the next week, Quiet’s pack began to decline. It had started with the elder- what had his name been?- becoming sick and then passing. Then went Gentle. Then Giant and Rough. And now the litter of pups were deathly sick, one of them having already died. The rest of them were certainly not far behind.

Two days passed and the entire litter was gone and now buried in the ground. What had previously been a pack of sixteen had been reduced to seven. What Quiet didn’t understand was how any of this death was happening, nor how she had survived that long. If there really was a murderer amidst them… why hadn’t they killed her?

These thoughts kept the mute coyote up at night. She lay in her lonely den, curled up with her back pressed against the dirt wall behind her, nose tucked under her tail, as she pondered what could possibly be happening. There was so much sickness, so much blood. The sickness had to be coincidental. It had to be. There was no way in all of the stars that their murderer- whoever they were- could make the coyotes fall ill. There was no way. No way at all.

And yet… despite the way that she argued with herself at night about whether or not that could be possible, something deep down inside of her knew. It knew exactly what was happening- exactly who was doing this. But that small part of her, the section that held the final piece of the puzzle, refused to open up to the rest of her mind. It refused to let her realize who and what was doing this.

So she simply laid and pondered.

When Quiet finally dipped into sleep, morning came far too quickly. She was woken by a shrill cry. The cry of one of her pack mates.

Jumping to her feet and shaking sleep away from her, Quiet quickly blundered out of her sleeping place to find her aunt Soft hunched over something in the center of the clearing. Her head was bowed, eyes screwed shut, all while whimpers escaped her mouth.

As Quiet drew nearer, she saw that it was two somethings on the ground; Elegant and Grace. They were twisted, mutilated, so bloody that at first it was hard to identify which was which. Their stomachs were ripped wide open, revealing their hollow insides. Blood-coated organs were scattered around on the grass around them. Grace’s lower jaw was ripped away and lying beside Elegant’s tail. Elegant’s face was so shredded that it was impossible to make out whether or not her eyes were even still intact. Huge claw marks were scored down their sides, long and caked in blood. Quiet felt queasy just from looking at such a horrific sight, and she felt bile rise up in her throat as her stomach begged to vomit.

The rest of the pack was gathering now, letting out fearful cries and whispering to each other. What had been seven was now five. Five pack members left.

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