Black Dog Descriptive Writing
Black Dog is based off of a stream of concious I did in February during one of my many routine walks through a cemetery near my house. It was night time, and everything was cold and damp. But the moon made this atmosphere that I just loved that I had to write about it. It should also be noted that it was around valentine's day and I was thinking about my “perfect” mate (don’t judge me, you’ve done that before) This piece is also about on how I would be a “perfect” mate, and how I would have to change in order to actually protect who and what I love. Now, a problem I ran into was that after I had personified the storm cloud in such an evil manner, the wolf character seemed like her had to chase after her, and just thinking about it just made the character pathetic, which i didn’t want. I didn’t want a character that relied this heavily on another person. So after some time, I was
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inspired by a book about German Folklore that had stories discovered by the Grimm Brothers, where the idea waned into a story with the similar idea to the original, but with a new spirit, which for the time being, I am content with. With that, this is the story of why wolves howl at the moon.
Black Dog Once upon a time, there was a wolf that walked down the familiar path up the mountain, to his favourite spot.
He traveled under barren oaks, and maples, through the thick snow. He is a young wolf with grey and soft fur like white ash. He does this every night for the cool, winter air, a sky filled with stars, and her. Tonight however, the wind is blistering, damp, and unforgiving, and courses through the wolf like a banshee's cry. But with what can be mistaken for the fur of a humble dog, his pelt protects him from this almost supernatural presence, or at the very least, muffles it’s cry. Upon getting to the spot, looking over the cliff, down to the cold winter see below, , he hears a faint whisper from behind. The wolf's shadow begins, “She is awake”. The wolf looks up to see her, just walking up. Among playful stars, in a veil of night, the Moon, full and angelic, is awake. Still tired, she stretches and yawns, and looks towards the wolf with bedroom eyes, illuminating the spot to which he stands. The wolf promptly sits down to further admire her radiance and
power.
Every night, in an effort to be with the moon among the stars, he keeps her company. But he does not have a malicious intent, he truly wants to be with her. He admires her power over the sea, churning the tides, and overseeing the creatures that reside in the infinite blue like a mother would for her kin. Even beings of the supernatural praise her, worshiping her, for her playful mischief, illusions and dreams. She is both the Queen of the Night and the Princess of Starlight.
She of course knows this, and flaunts this power, showing off in a childish manor, which is still endearing to wolf. She creates hypnotic whirlpools and crashing waves by the cliff sides, gives dreams to the hibernating animals, and dazzles the sky with shooting stars. The wolf marvels at her radiant light and power After some time however, the wind begins to pick up again, and she fears it may be time to say good bye. She is not afraid of the north and south wind, but afraid of what the will do if they catch a creature like a wolf with her. All her can do is promise to return. he bows, and blow her a kiss, and say good-bye
As the wolf begins to make his way back down the mountain, with the Moons now bittersweet eyes, there is a horrid crack and light in the sky. The wolf, alarmed, looks up again to see thick winter clouds, engulf the sky. The North Wind, a giant surrounded by clouds, wearing pelts of game appears furious. He begins to grow larger and larger and larger, filled to the brim with anger, viciousness, and envy. The North Wind roars with the voice of Fafnir, and has a hunger. To fill the void envy has left, he devours the Moon in one monstrous gulp. The wind, now content, continues forward, leaving the wolf alone in anguish. The wolf does not know what to do, and mourns his loss, “I am a coward without her, and I am weak. I am but a pup, and the wind, a deity as old as the earth I stand on. I want to get her back, but I am a mere wolf.”
But then, from the sea below, a shadow begins to rise from the deep, causing the earth the wolf stands on to shake and quake. Coming up to the wolf, Lilith appears to him, and hisses, “Wolf, where is my sister?” The wolf, afraid of Lilith and still upset, manages to keep his ground, “She has been swallowed by the Northern Wind, but I can’t save her.” Her eyes narrow like a foxes would.
As if Lilith wanted to change the wolf, she beckoned the wolf, pulling the threads of his heart. She presents him with a gift of the gods, and speaks, “If you truly do love her, then heed these words, Wolf. Prove not to me, but her your worth. Prove to her that you deserve to be with her. If you do truly love her, then bare these fangs and claws that make men cower behind torches. Bare then so you may eat the heart of the Northern Wind, and so you may become powerful.”
The wolf, knowing that Lilith is right, that he is weak, and a coward, takes the claws and fangs, and says, “You are right, I don’t deserve to love her, but neither does the Northern Wind. No one does, so I will earn it. I will travel through the mist of the land, looking for that him. Someday, I may be blacker than the night. One day, I may be dark enough to love the Moon, and we may rest finally.” The wolf bows, and runs after the Northern Wind
Many weeks go by until the wolf finally catches up with the Northern Wind. Tired and worn, his thoughts are hazed, but his will to rescue the Moon are on his mind.
The wolf’s and Lilith’s words still resonate in his mind. He is weak, and he wishes to be stronger to protect the Moon, but the Northern Wind ate her.
The wolf finally comes to the home of the Northern Wind and see’s him preparing a fire. It is dusk, and the sun has almost set. Beside the Northern Wind, the wolf sees a piece of the Moon's veil. The wolf cries tears that burn like fire, and in an instant, he sprints towards the Northern wind, bearing his fangs and claws.
The Wolf leaps towards the Northern Wind head, and bites his throat so he can not roar the words of the storm. The wolf, now vicious and manic, charges to the Winds belly, biting, and slashing, and tearing into. He calls for the Moon, but can not hear her, but he can hear the heart of the Northern Wind. It is deafening like thunder, which fills the wolf with bloodlust.
“I am weak,” he growls “If I am to save her, then I must eat the Northern Winds heart, like Lilith said I would.”
When he emerges, the blood of the Northern Wind has stained his once warm, grey coat, to a horrible black.
Suddenly, a familiar presence arrives, The Moon descends down to the Northern Winds home, with a broach made from the clouds of the cosmos and a ring crafted from the sun's gold. The Moon, afraid and disgusted by the wolf's savage appearance and the body of her husband, flees to the night sky, and remains there for all of eternity. Ashamed of him, she hides from the world by waning and waxing, so she may only see the earth below once. And from this day forth, all the wolves howl to the full moon, in the hopes of forgiveness.
inspired by a book about German Folklore that had stories discovered by the Grimm Brothers, where the idea waned into a story with the similar idea to the original, but with a new spirit, which for the time being, I am content with. With that, this is the story of why wolves howl at the moon.
Black Dog Once upon a time, there was a wolf that walked down the familiar path up the mountain, to his favourite spot.
He traveled under barren oaks, and maples, through the thick snow. He is a young wolf with grey and soft fur like white ash. He does this every night for the cool, winter air, a sky filled with stars, and her. Tonight however, the wind is blistering, damp, and unforgiving, and courses through the wolf like a banshee's cry. But with what can be mistaken for the fur of a humble dog, his pelt protects him from this almost supernatural presence, or at the very least, muffles it’s cry. Upon getting to the spot, looking over the cliff, down to the cold winter see below, , he hears a faint whisper from behind. The wolf's shadow begins, “She is awake”. The wolf looks up to see her, just walking up. Among playful stars, in a veil of night, the Moon, full and angelic, is awake. Still tired, she stretches and yawns, and looks towards the wolf with bedroom eyes, illuminating the spot to which he stands. The wolf promptly sits down to further admire her radiance and
power.
Every night, in an effort to be with the moon among the stars, he keeps her company. But he does not have a malicious intent, he truly wants to be with her. He admires her power over the sea, churning the tides, and overseeing the creatures that reside in the infinite blue like a mother would for her kin. Even beings of the supernatural praise her, worshiping her, for her playful mischief, illusions and dreams. She is both the Queen of the Night and the Princess of Starlight.
She of course knows this, and flaunts this power, showing off in a childish manor, which is still endearing to wolf. She creates hypnotic whirlpools and crashing waves by the cliff sides, gives dreams to the hibernating animals, and dazzles the sky with shooting stars. The wolf marvels at her radiant light and power After some time however, the wind begins to pick up again, and she fears it may be time to say good bye. She is not afraid of the north and south wind, but afraid of what the will do if they catch a creature like a wolf with her. All her can do is promise to return. he bows, and blow her a kiss, and say good-bye
As the wolf begins to make his way back down the mountain, with the Moons now bittersweet eyes, there is a horrid crack and light in the sky. The wolf, alarmed, looks up again to see thick winter clouds, engulf the sky. The North Wind, a giant surrounded by clouds, wearing pelts of game appears furious. He begins to grow larger and larger and larger, filled to the brim with anger, viciousness, and envy. The North Wind roars with the voice of Fafnir, and has a hunger. To fill the void envy has left, he devours the Moon in one monstrous gulp. The wind, now content, continues forward, leaving the wolf alone in anguish. The wolf does not know what to do, and mourns his loss, “I am a coward without her, and I am weak. I am but a pup, and the wind, a deity as old as the earth I stand on. I want to get her back, but I am a mere wolf.”
But then, from the sea below, a shadow begins to rise from the deep, causing the earth the wolf stands on to shake and quake. Coming up to the wolf, Lilith appears to him, and hisses, “Wolf, where is my sister?” The wolf, afraid of Lilith and still upset, manages to keep his ground, “She has been swallowed by the Northern Wind, but I can’t save her.” Her eyes narrow like a foxes would.
As if Lilith wanted to change the wolf, she beckoned the wolf, pulling the threads of his heart. She presents him with a gift of the gods, and speaks, “If you truly do love her, then heed these words, Wolf. Prove not to me, but her your worth. Prove to her that you deserve to be with her. If you do truly love her, then bare these fangs and claws that make men cower behind torches. Bare then so you may eat the heart of the Northern Wind, and so you may become powerful.”
The wolf, knowing that Lilith is right, that he is weak, and a coward, takes the claws and fangs, and says, “You are right, I don’t deserve to love her, but neither does the Northern Wind. No one does, so I will earn it. I will travel through the mist of the land, looking for that him. Someday, I may be blacker than the night. One day, I may be dark enough to love the Moon, and we may rest finally.” The wolf bows, and runs after the Northern Wind
Many weeks go by until the wolf finally catches up with the Northern Wind. Tired and worn, his thoughts are hazed, but his will to rescue the Moon are on his mind.
The wolf’s and Lilith’s words still resonate in his mind. He is weak, and he wishes to be stronger to protect the Moon, but the Northern Wind ate her.
The wolf finally comes to the home of the Northern Wind and see’s him preparing a fire. It is dusk, and the sun has almost set. Beside the Northern Wind, the wolf sees a piece of the Moon's veil. The wolf cries tears that burn like fire, and in an instant, he sprints towards the Northern wind, bearing his fangs and claws.
The Wolf leaps towards the Northern Wind head, and bites his throat so he can not roar the words of the storm. The wolf, now vicious and manic, charges to the Winds belly, biting, and slashing, and tearing into. He calls for the Moon, but can not hear her, but he can hear the heart of the Northern Wind. It is deafening like thunder, which fills the wolf with bloodlust.
“I am weak,” he growls “If I am to save her, then I must eat the Northern Winds heart, like Lilith said I would.”
When he emerges, the blood of the Northern Wind has stained his once warm, grey coat, to a horrible black.
Suddenly, a familiar presence arrives, The Moon descends down to the Northern Winds home, with a broach made from the clouds of the cosmos and a ring crafted from the sun's gold. The Moon, afraid and disgusted by the wolf's savage appearance and the body of her husband, flees to the night sky, and remains there for all of eternity. Ashamed of him, she hides from the world by waning and waxing, so she may only see the earth below once. And from this day forth, all the wolves howl to the full moon, in the hopes of forgiveness.