Day 9
Today we had to make a creature short story. I choose to personify a Mexican wolf and tell a tale of his finale adventure,
Rabid night
stalker
By Cameron Haney
Canis Lupus Baileyi – Mexican wolf
Humans call me Canis Lupus Baileyi but, that’s a mouthful so
I go by Caleb. Every day I go to my nine to five job, hunting for the pack, today
I’m tracking a new scent. I can tell it’s big but I have never run across this
scent before. I’ve been tracking it for the better part of a week. The only
reason I’m still tracking it is too make sure it leaves our territory. A few
day ago whatever it was came too close to the nursery and it seemed to be
hunting. It has been easy to track this beast, he leaves a trail of death wherever
he goes. I think he has the madness. I’ve seen it affect the strongest they
begin to foam at the mouth and are worse than the hairless apes. It hurts the
most when a family member get the madness you know it’s over. First the foam,
then the madness, then they die a painful death. I need to find Ravage that is
what I’m going to find him no matter how long it takes.
After two weeks of tracking I had my first encounter with Ravage
I noticed too late following his tracks that he had doubled back. I lifted my
head and howled a warning to those farther back in the hunting party. It was
too late the screaming had already begun. I raced back and when I arrived he
was there gorging himself on my brother’s body he wasn’t even dead yet. I
finally got a look at Ravage he was what we call a night stalker or a panther.
He turned his blood red eyes toward me and charged. I jumped onto his back as
he was charging and sank my teeth into his neck. We grappled and rolled. He
threw me off and bit my leg. I felt the bone crack and yelped. I turned and
bitt him on the ear and ripped it off. The taste of his
blood filled my mouth fueled by rage and anger and I locked my jaws and
squeezed harder. Ravage ran to the edge of the cliff with me still attached and
threw us both off into the rapids below. I hit the water like a sack of bricks
and blacked out. When I came to I had floated father down the valley than I ever
had before. But I had a mission to complete. I inspected the bite and knew I would
come down with the madness. But before that I had to kill Ravage and protect
the pack. It is my job to make sure the pack survives.
I got up and followed Ravages scent into the woods. As the
days passed I could fill myself losing my grip on reality as the madness tried
to take over. I knew I didn’t have long when my vision went red and I ripped a
fox to shreds. From then on I pushed myself harder to find him before I became
like him. It took me three days of constant tracking to find Ravage hiding in
his cave. I dropped low to the floor and crept forward. Ravage whipped his head
around sure he had heard something at the mouth of the cave. As Ravage settled
back down into his slumber I attacked. I dashed forward and took a chunk out of
his side. Ravage jumped up dripping blood but that didn’t seem to faze him. He
swiped his claws along my flank raking four long lines along my side. As we
fought I could feel my self-weakening the loss of blood was getting to me.
Ravage didn’t seem to be affected at all as he came forward for the kill I went
limp. I only had one chance for this to work I waited until he was right over
me then jumped up and ripped out his throat. Ravage staggered for a few steps
then collapsed. It was done and with my last bit of strength I crawled to the
ledge and threw myself over taking the madness with my dead body couldn’t
infect anyone else.
Back in Caleb’s pack they tell stories of his heroics so
none would forget how he gave his life to protect the pack. As the years pass
the name Caleb was passed down to pups who seemed to embody everything Caleb
stood for it was a great honor for all who were able to carry on the name.