01. 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏
Many said love is so mystical and beautiful; that it was the answer to solve the biggest and never-ending problems of this world.
Love is sweet, yet more as fresh fruit than candy or confectionary. Love is colourful than the rainbow, yet more as summer blooms than the neon lights of the frenetic city streets. Love is steady and forgiving, yet more as the wise mother than the servant in rusty chains.
Love hears and speaks with the wisdom of the heart, with a sense of the soul of the other. In love we have our 'forever home' yet even our own 'haven'. It gives us the ability to fly so freely, joyfully returning when each heart calls for the other's touch.
Yet some folks said love was difficult.
As sunlight enters raindrops and emerges as rainbows. Love enters the soul of each single individual and emerges as their passions in the arts, in science, in nature, and in whatever sparks their curiosity and drive. Love; it is how they find their truth and purpose. It is how they give of themselves to others. Love is what makes us who we are, it is the energy that brings us to life.
So if you've been missing the word 'love' in your whole life.
You'll do anything just to gain that missing emotion in order to feel alive.
Which makes the person craving for love to be toxic. To it's own self, and even others.
Moving into the morning light is a young alpha wolf. It was a majestic dark coated one, fur glossy and thick. It's paws kissing the earth with the lightness and serenity in it's sharp gaze. Staying still, for if Tomas moves it will take a flight into the trees, yet even hide. He then breathed in slowly, taking photographs with only his eyes.
The day was as cold as ice. As Winter had blessed the surfaces and bestowed it with sparkling snow and sheer cold covering the vast lands, the pine trees and atmosphere, slowing down time by it's mere presence as people start on becoming impatient on waiting for the beloved holiday called Christmas.
Onyx orbs still focused onto the majestic being that's meters away from him. Young Photographer Tomas Blake; a young, tall man with dark curly locks, around the twenty-five, who was wearing very thick yet loose clothing had then took out his camera age of right after he had finished sizing the beast that was drinking water from the nearest lake, so pristine and clean.
Discreetly hidden in between thick branched trees, he then took a few beautiful shots of the creature that elegantly posed, naturally and opposing from the word 'unattractive'.
Hugging himself firmly to keep warmth for himself, he then breathed out in a rather shaky and ragged way. Thick arrays of swirly white smoke slowly escaping his blue and trembling parted lips; due to the weakening temperature of winter that his clothing couldn't handle.
Slowly moving along thick snow as he saw the wolf making it's move. Winter boots gradually sinking into the thick and sticky layering of snow, his keen orbs then wandered around the just by following the place he's stumbled upong lone wolf.
It was very haven-like.
Winter trees aligned. Their denuded forms standing starkly against the milky white snow, almost like charcoal outlines sketched by a passing artist. Along limbs that not long ago were adorned with the vibrant colours of autumn lies an unblemished white layer.
Reaching out to the thick branch in awe. Still on the move. His body then paused in fear as he saw a wolf hunter flexing it's take-down bow and arrow onto the wolf that's laid upon the snow thawing grass with his calloused fingers.
"No. . No. ." he weakly whispered, heart increasing due to the sudden fear that arose pace inside of him.
Running towards the hunter who's now've shot an arrow onto the dark, sable coated wolf that howled in a heartbreaking tone. The young man then bellowed at the hunter who's hunting illegally, ignoring the past recalls of preserving the decreasing lineage of these pulchritudinous creatures.
Pointing his camera at the man in a rather menacing way. The hunter then scoffed at his foolish actions. "Aye there, kid. Don't mess up with my hunt," he began, rolling his eyes in a rather irritated manner.
Still pointing the camera onto the asshole who dared to pierce an arrow into the lone, young alpha wolf's. Tomas shook his head in disapproval. Brows furrowed, and sharp, keen eyes focused on the man. "No. What you're doing is illegal and I can fucking get you jailed, my friend." he warned.
"You won't do that."
"Of course I will. I only speak facts. And what I said of getting you into jail, I will do that so." Tomas pointed out, pulling out a police badge from his pocket, causing the hunter to stumble away, annoyed that his hunt for today was interrupted by a dangerous young photographer that can expose his selfish deeds of piercing an arrow into a wolf's.
Tomas then scoffed at his foolish actions of believing that he was a cop. "Yes. Go ahead. Run, you wimp." he stated, carefully placing back his ill father's badge back in his pocket.
Cursing under his staggered breath due to the realisation of why he had done that, Tomas had then darted his perturbed gaze upon the wolf who's been shot. Now rushing towards the wounded creature that was whimpering in obvious pain.
Moving closer, he then heard the small whimpers accelerating, which ended up breaking a part of his soft and very caring heart that was as fragile as glass.
Stood infront of the bleeding dark coated wolf that weakly growled at him; due to the fear of the young man ending it's miserable life. Tomas then disregarded it's growls and bravely knelt down beside of it that continued on growling in pain and sheer fear.
Reaching his slender hand onto the arrow, Tomas then froze when the wolf started whimpering. It's beautiful onyx orbs that had a tỉnge of crimson Specks on it, now focused on his bland coal ones, pleading to not touch the arrow that's pierced onto it's flesh.
Pulling away from the temptation of pulling out the arrow that was deeply impaled on it's side. Eyeing the lone wolf, he then flashed a Soft caring Smile, showing his boxy Smile which fluttered lots of hearts.
"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you, never," he started, voice softer than before.
"So come on. . Just let me help you. I won't hurt you. I won't, pup." he repeated, hoping that it'll make up it's mind.
About to reach back onto the wolf; its menacing growls turning into pleading whimpers that placed a stake inside of the human boy's heart.
Tomas then frowned at realization.
The wolf was probably a rogue.
The reason why it was all alone, in this oh so cold world.
Various snowflakes slowly drifting down the surfaces. Snow slowly thawing from the heat that came from the sun's scorching fingertips that provided warmth in this winter season.
"You're a beauty," the latter pointed out, slowly moving his hand towards it's heavily breathing body. "Probably the reason why he shot you." he pointed out, frowning, still eyeing the creature that laid infront of him.
The lone creature that was deeply in need of love and warmth.
Love and warmth for a beautiful yet beasty creature?. . Sounds like a joke, but no. Everyone is need of love and warmth, whether if it's a person or not.
As one's life would be dull and meaningless without the word 'Love'. Dull like a blank sheet of paper, that's waiting for it's body to be filled with contents with a pen grazing it's body along its surface.
Life? Life wasn't supposed to be meaningless. Life has meaning. Without meaning, what is life?. . Just a word that had no absolute meaning?
Moving closer towards the wounded creature, it then continued on whimpering, which caused the older's lips to falter into a deep frown. "Hey, don't be afraid. I won't ever hurt you. I'll take you right until you're better. You see, I'm a part of an organisation that cares about your kind. I won't hurt you. . So come on." he pleads.
Yet even though how kind and trustworthy the young photographer had sound. The creature just flashed him a deceiving look, which made Tomas to sigh in frustration. "This is going to be a long ass night," he sighed, pulling out his phone to call for help.
"But it's going to be worth it. Since you'll be safe from this cruel and exhausting world," he added. The dark and crimson-ish orbs of the lone wolf sparkling brightly as if it gave birth to a new morning star.
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Bringing the young, impaled wolf into a sanctuary for wolves and other animals that Tomas was in. The arrow still pierced into its skin. He then stumbled in the wooden building, the weak creature securely wrapped around his robust arms. Blood trickling down it's wound and drenching it's dark coat, Tomas then heaved a deep sigh of pleasance when he had seen the one who's leading this sanctuary.
John Ryan; a 34 years old scientist that was a huge lover of animals. He took care of Provided them with such care that is needed many. to help them roam back in the wild. And if not, John provided them a wide acre for them to roam onto, that felt like their ever-so natural habitat. And food for them to demolish and engulf to remove their thirst and quench for food.
He was also a vegetarian. Disliked the fact that meat came from these beautiful creatures who are treated badly and will end up being killed in a rather inhumane way; such as dumping land mass onto them until they suffocate, yet even throw them in pits of boiling water or oil until they're cooked thoroughly.
Animal cruelty. The reason why John was a vegetarian. As he couldn't stand the fact that they are treated badly just for their meat.
Rushing onto the older male who was assisting a limping calf that had it's front left leg amputated, John's eyes then widened seeing Tomas carrying a bleeding wolf that was in the brink of death.
"Tomas, what happened?!" he exclaimed, terrified of what he was seeing infront of him.
"It was some dude hunting illegally. It tried killing off this poor guy. But I'm glad I was there to stop him on doing even more," he explained, following the older male who ran towards the medical room to assist the impaled creature.
"Please don't tell me that he'll die. Don't give up on him, please," Tomas pleads, watching the sparkle-like nebula from it's eyes slowly vanishing.
"I won't, don't worry. I would never let a living-being die in my clutches." Jonh stated, tousled blonde locks pushed up which revealed his forehead and furrowed brows due to the anxiety that rose up inside of him.
"Please do."
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As minutes passed by like nothing.
Waiting for the young alpha wolf's health status, the young photographer had then anxiously tapped his feet onto the wooden floorings, eyes fixed on the young calf beside him that stared at him in confusion.
"What is it?. ." Tomas questioned, talking to the calf that kept on staring at him.
"Geez, stop staring at me, Edgar. It's hella weird." he argued, rolling his eyes as it kept staring at him, but then it mooed, now sauntering away from Tomas who waited cautiously for the young wolf's recovery.
As footsteps reverberated amongst the dark wooden floors, Tomas then shot onto the figure that stood beside him. "Yes, John?. ." he called out, watching his dimpled up his gaze Smile falter into an ill at ease one.
"Uhm. . May I ask you of a request, Tom?" he started, voice low, quite confusing to be honest.
Blinking his thick lashes, he then furrowed his brows, raising them up afterwards. "What request?.." he coltishly answered, waiting for his absolute response.
Leaning onto the wall-mounted displays that held different genres of books; ranging from an old collection, to a new one. John then gazed deep into his baffled eyes. "It may sound abit questionable, as it is, but would you like to take care of it?" he now asked of his assistance.
Darting his gaze onto the weak wolf that laid on a clean soft sheeted bed, Tomas then darted back to the older. "Why is that?" he asked, uncertain of his request.
As first of all, why didn't John want to release it back into the wild?
"Well you see. . It's a rogue right? I mean you've seen it all alone am I correct?" John pointed out, fixing his thin specs that was slightly tilted.
Too overwhelmed of the situation he was placed in, he then started thỉnking of plans to get out of the hook. "It is. But is a rogue's temperament dangerous? I mean-"
"It's far different from normal wolves, Tomas. Far different from the wolves you've seen and met," he stated, crossing his arms, he then heaved a deep sigh.
"And have you perhaps looked in it's eyes?. . It's not dangerous, Tom."
"Unless want him to."
