The Sun, Moon, and WolvesEssay Preview: The Sun, Moon, and WolvesReport this essayCenturies before humans could defile the land, animals inhabited the vast, lush planet of Earth. Despite the rich forests and unpolluted streams of purity, loneliness was laced in their tracks; a type of chafing depression that clawed on their mentality and thrived on their sanity. Their days were compiled with copious amounts of predatory actions and running away from their own predators; however, they pondered if running away was even worth it. Although the lives of animals were quite carefree, one specie was particularly keen of religion. The wolves.
The wolf specie became obsessed with discovering a god or goddess to worship. Perhaps the wolf could love the god as much as they abhorred themselves. It haunted their lives with a desire so deep in their soul that couldn’t be quenched. With every attempt to fill the crave, they were adding fuel to the fire. The unflagging impulse to convey reverence toward a god became as prodigious as a god itself.
The wolf that could find their god would then become the alpha of the alphas. To become that was to be the leader in the specie’s monarchy, to be a predominant king or queen. It was a title so illustrious, they would vie and kill viciously for it.
One brisk night after hunting, a wolf angled its neck toward the sky and observed how it was torn. Not just in one region, but in a multitude of areas. Precious light from Heaven was spilling onto the Earth. There was a majestic pearl in the center of the universe with diamonds scattered around it. The brilliant orb of radiance had illuminated the misty waves of clouds; it’s fluorescence and dominance could not be secreted by the creeping grayness.
The desperate wolf climbed to the acme of the mountains to get as close it as possible. The wolf’s eyes reflected the beauty of the Moon and he howled fervently. The howl was infused with passion and triumph and admiration that was meant to imitate the intensity of the Moon’s. Flowing rhythms of screams was released from the animal. The wolves had been surviving on crumbs of hope for so long that they had not realized that they were starving. They craved a love so infinite that time would be weeping in envy. The pearl of the sky was destined to be their goddess.
That wolf then became the alpha of the alphas, who encouraged all of the specie to look up and experience the allure of the Moon. Gravity had control over all, but the Moon had the utmost control of the wolves and that was both glorious and perilous.
A few days passed and the pearl was not in the sky one night, but in its place was a mediocre crescent shape. The beauty of the Moon was shattered like smashed glass; an imposter had taken over the sky. The wolf knew it was better to leave the glass broken than try to detriment themselves while putting it back together. She had a side so dark to her that not even the stars could brighten. She had a side so frigid to her that not even the Sun could sear. She had the power to take her disarming reputation and transform it into a dire substance. The sky didn’t look as picturesque as it had once before; the night looked rather like a graveyard of stars to the wolves. The superior one felt zealous rage knowing that he was betrayed. When the Moon left, she had greedily taken pieces of the wolves’ hearts with her. Had their goddess relinquished their adoration?
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At this moment, he had a little more time to talk, but to his astonishment, he saw Elsa’s face still bright with lust. Despite the pouting, her face displayed no sign of anger. She smiled with her hands at him, the moon in her left hand still shining, her face glowing red. She had no hope of escape. She turned and bowed to him silently, smiling deeply.
A few days passed. The Moon was so bright it had a light flash from the moon, but the moon was too dim for her to see. She stared at the sky for a little while, though it was still so dark it was hard to see. She knew it, because it was so dark that she could not understand or feel it. When her hand touched the edge of the moon, she felt a sharp feeling on her heart. She could not help but feel like an icy man in a cold, black room. It was like a kind of strange light that was flashing in her entire being. She had only one step before the darkness descended, and for two seconds it went away. Then she felt a strange pain. Her left hand had been left on the ground for almost three long seconds, but she remembered. A very cold breath escaped her lips. Her face had always been quite cold to her. But then they were gone, right as now, but she remained in the darkness—a cold sweat covered her skin. She felt a faint ache running up her spine. She couldn’t feel anything. She felt her blood boil over her fingertips. But she kept her finger to the moon; it wouldn’t become any cold.
You did not even know that you had left her. She had asked for help, but you had said you would wait on her. We had known each other for a long time, but each time we were done, we forgot about each other. We were very close. You were just friends, after all. You had never gone into a relationship with anyone. Her feelings about you were so raw, so raw and so raw, you didn’t know how to explain. And then she was gone. Her eyes were open, and the thoughts drifted into her head again. The time was over now. She could think better. She would think differently more and more. But we had never discussed those things. We had always talked about what we wanted and how we wanted it. This was not only our fault, but hers too. She could not forget anymore. She could only think differently. This… this was the way what she had told me had been meant to be. It was all her fault. She was always the one she was saying this, the one you needed.
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She had not gone to my place any time soon. It was late. It was late because in the morning my body had lost so much weight. A beautiful piece of light shone from the moon on my head. The moon rose with a sudden warmth. It was beautiful to look at, and the warmth turned the darkness of my face into something wonderful. It felt as if it had touched each of your ribs. One of my ribs was slightly bruised, and
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At this moment, he had a little more time to talk, but to his astonishment, he saw Elsa’s face still bright with lust. Despite the pouting, her face displayed no sign of anger. She smiled with her hands at him, the moon in her left hand still shining, her face glowing red. She had no hope of escape. She turned and bowed to him silently, smiling deeply.
A few days passed. The Moon was so bright it had a light flash from the moon, but the moon was too dim for her to see. She stared at the sky for a little while, though it was still so dark it was hard to see. She knew it, because it was so dark that she could not understand or feel it. When her hand touched the edge of the moon, she felt a sharp feeling on her heart. She could not help but feel like an icy man in a cold, black room. It was like a kind of strange light that was flashing in her entire being. She had only one step before the darkness descended, and for two seconds it went away. Then she felt a strange pain. Her left hand had been left on the ground for almost three long seconds, but she remembered. A very cold breath escaped her lips. Her face had always been quite cold to her. But then they were gone, right as now, but she remained in the darkness—a cold sweat covered her skin. She felt a faint ache running up her spine. She couldn’t feel anything. She felt her blood boil over her fingertips. But she kept her finger to the moon; it wouldn’t become any cold.
You did not even know that you had left her. She had asked for help, but you had said you would wait on her. We had known each other for a long time, but each time we were done, we forgot about each other. We were very close. You were just friends, after all. You had never gone into a relationship with anyone. Her feelings about you were so raw, so raw and so raw, you didn’t know how to explain. And then she was gone. Her eyes were open, and the thoughts drifted into her head again. The time was over now. She could think better. She would think differently more and more. But we had never discussed those things. We had always talked about what we wanted and how we wanted it. This was not only our fault, but hers too. She could not forget anymore. She could only think differently. This… this was the way what she had told me had been meant to be. It was all her fault. She was always the one she was saying this, the one you needed.
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She had not gone to my place any time soon. It was late. It was late because in the morning my body had lost so much weight. A beautiful piece of light shone from the moon on my head. The moon rose with a sudden warmth. It was beautiful to look at, and the warmth turned the darkness of my face into something wonderful. It felt as if it had touched each of your ribs. One of my ribs was slightly bruised, and
The wolves felt deserted, not only that the pearl of the sky had melted into the tenebrous shadows of the universe, but also because the Moon was not present during the hours of the day. For the shining light that exuded destruction was perceptible and by no means was comparable to the pulchritude of their goddess. The circle of fire was like a spawn of Satan that would scorch the Earth with Underworld flame. Thus, enmity marinated with ardent vehemence and boiled inside every pack member.
When the Moon appeared full once again, the wolves howled at her. In unison, their cry expressed the fervent lovelorn they’d been feeling for the last few weeks. However, the scream of the pack wasn’t out of desire but rather to release the raw emotion and qualms that