Chapter 1: The Winged One

      The crouching creature laid low, its soft underbelly fur barely just touching the rough edges of the undergrowth. It was winter, and the first few flakes of snow had begun to float down from the heavens. The creature's fur, matted with the odorless substance, had served its purpose well, protecting it from the decreasing temperatures as Winter arrived. The beast lowered its muzzle and narrowed its amber orics, trying to focus on the herd of elk in front of it, which was completely oblivious to the fact that one of its members would become a potential target in a cruel chase. The wolf parted its maw and reclined onto its haunches, searching for a suitable weak prey. It had to choose precisely, for it would only have one chance at making the kill. Finally, the wolf picked its target, and sprang.

      The wolf flattened its auditives against its skull, as its powerful limbs carried it against the harsh winter winds, as it weaved through the undergrowth and tree trunks that sprouted from the depths of the soil. The wolf snarled, as the rush of adrenaline gripped it. This time, it would have its dinner. The elk, the wolf's prey, ran as fast as, or even faster, than the beast itself. The pounding of hooves could be heard throughout the deserted snowy-white landscape, as tesnsions rose between the two. The wolf closed the gap between both creatures, and made its final spring, where it landed onto the female elk's spine, and sunk its canines into the soft flesh, which the razor sharp teeth penetrated easily.

      The wolf peeled its lips back in a snarl, pulling its canines away from the warm, life-giving flesh, before clambering, with much force, onto the elk's jungular vein, where it sank its fangs in for the final blow. A normal wolf could not have done a kill like this all by itself, but of course, this was not a normal wolf. It was a winged canidae with the strength of a bear, and the power to see the past and future. Its fur was brown and tan, the distinctive marks of a normal Timber Wolf, but it had features that drew the attention of many poachers, such as wings, bigger than an eagle's, but served the same purpose. The wings were rarely used, as the wolf preferred to hunt on land and not in an aerial battle. Its fur was camouflaged neatly with the dense undergrowth of the forests.

      As the creature observed its kill with much interest, it shook its massive apex, as it began to view the creature's past. "No," the predator growled. The power had often controlled him, and as if in slumber, had made him do miraculous things, such as lift a tree trunk 50 times the weight of his own. The wolf often hated this power, and at times praised it and thanked the heavens that he had it. However, it was a power that seemed to have a mind of its own, coming and going whenever it wanted to, and only came when there was a real need for it to.

      The canid slunk back. What was happening? The wolf was only making its first kill of the day, and the power had struck him like a machete in full force, knocking the furred creature off its paws. He was not prone to any danger so far, and yet his power struck him. This is odd indeed, thought the wolf.

      "Hleide, are you alright? We saw you from the other side of the meadow... Or, well, what's left of the meadow." A young male wolf ran up to Hleide, or The Winged One, as most wolves named him.

      "I'm alright, really," Hleide said in a slight growl. He would be thought as weak, for a winged wolf. He was the only winged wolf of his kind, and he could not show any weakness, for it would lead to his downfall one day. The great wolf shook his beautiful grey and tan pelt out, realising that it was covered with withered leaves and snow, before maintaining his calm and proud pose. The pack of wolves that had stuck close to him ever since their near perish had become just like his own pack, except that he was not the alpha male.

      "What are you looking at, Liuju? The mutt does not deserve anyone's attention." A deep growl erupted from somewhere behind the hoard of wolves that crowded around Hleide. Hleide recognized the voice immediately, and knew that if he did not get himself out of the situation, it could turn ugly, for the alpha male of the pack had often been jealous of Hleide's abilities, so much so that he would kill Hleide in order to satisfy his jealousy. It was Ogene, the alpha male of the pack.

      Hleide lowered his tail in submission and flattened his ears against his skull, showing that he was not threat to Ogene, the alpha just growled threateningly at the supposed intruder. The rest of the pack cowered in the sidelines, while Hleide yawned, as frankly, he was bored.

      "Am I no threat to you, mutt? Why should you have to yawn in front of me?" Ogene growled again, and a deep rumble rose from deep inside his throat, as he widened his stance, narrowing his golden-amber orbs at Hleide suspiciously.

      Hleide showed no emotions on his visage whatsoever, and in fact, he could not really bother anymore about Ogene's lack of respect towards his presence. However, he did not project any signs of insult towards the alpha. Ogene could read wolves' eyes, and could sense their emotions. Hleide could hide any signs that revealed what he thought or felt, and this made Ogene growl irritably to himself. The rest of the pack was now slowly moving towards Hleide's side, inch by inch, and Ogene realised that they were going against their alpha. Even his mate, Hindrance.

      "We can stand it no longer, Ogene. Your arrogance towards Hleide has gone long enough. You should be respecting him, like all the other wolves in the forest, not driving him out of our lands like some pest. He is the Winged One, not vermin, Ogene." Hindrance spoke this time, as she faced her mate while at Hleide's side, stamping her paw onto the soft la
yer of freshly fallen snow. Ogene felt a sense of anger rise towards his mate, for once in his lifetime, someone had actually dared to speak up to him. Not wanting to offend his mate, he snarled towards his pack, and bounded off into the forests.

      Hleide snorted, as a cloud of mist rose from his nostrils in the chilling winter air, and his grey and tan coat was now covered with snow. He shook his pelt once more, and turned to Ogene's pack members. With a deep sigh, he raised his tail dominantly, but not as much as Hindrance. "Your alpha male has acted cowardly towards his own mate. For this, he shall not be punished," Hindrance seemed relieved as her posture relaxed a little. It was a great offense to act cowardly as pack leader, and a greater offense to disobey the Winged One, who made all the rules of the forest. "But, he shall be shunned for a week or so for his ignorance towards the laws of the forest. If an alpha male shows any sign of weakness during a tense moment, especially towards me, he shall not rest in peace. An alpha should be strong-willed, and with this fearless personality, he would be ready to lead the pack. Ogene, however," Hleide looked towards the clump of trees where Ogene had disappeared to, "does not show the signs of a worthy leader, yet." The pack nodded in agreement, including Hindrance. " Now, I shall be off. Take care of yourselves, wolves, for there are many enemies lurking about this area. I can sense them."

      Hleide gave a brief nod of his skull, before unfurling the mighty feathered wings along his spine, and took flight to the air, where he was the least comfortable, but the good thing was that it made it easier for him to go to destinations. With his short tail hanging behind him, he flapped his wings as hard as he could, observing the forest below him along the way. He sensed the presence of Ogene not far off and felt a pang of sympathy towards the aging wolf, but took no obvious notice, as being the law-maker of the lands, he could not show any sign of biasness towards a particular being.

      He felt another presence, the presence of another wolf, below him running on the ground. Who could it be? Hleide looked down again, only to see his pack brother, Liuju, running below him. Liuju seemed focused on something, and he as he ran, his paws drummed the ground swiftly and rhythmically, causing Hleide's auditives to twitch with every pounding of the paws against the snow-white terrain.

     Hleide was awfully close to nature, more than he actually knew. His soul was linked to nature itself by the power he had, as the power determined whether nature would live, or perish into the hands of Man, as Man had just a little less power than he had, with their powerful tools and minds. The homo sepien was one creature whom he could not control or speak to with his Gift. By using his mind, he could usually speak to any animal he wished, unlike The Sight, which was a totally different power that some wolves had. He knew these wolves - Larka and Fell, two siblings with coats in contrast with each other, blessed and cursed with The Sight.

      Larka and Fell were his close friends, and he had heard many great things about them from what they called the Lera of their part of the forest (Lera is the animal term for other animals). Unfortunately, Fell's dear sister had already gone to the Red Meadow, which Hleide did not believe in, unlike the wolves in that part of the forest. Both siblings were history makers, saving mankind with their own gift of The Sight, which allowed them to see the future through looking into a pool of still water, look through the eyes of The Helpers[birds], as well as control movements and actions of any animal, except Man. Although the power that Hleide had was different from The Sight, both of the powers had the same effect on Man, which was nothing. Many wolves confused The Sight with The TruthSeeker, which was what Hleide had. His power allowed him to detect a lie in any creature, as well as communicate with any creature, unlike The Sight, which allowed its beholders to communicate to only a limited amount of animals.

      Liuju was heading towards another pack's territory, and that pack was rivals with Ogene's. Could Liuju be a spy for that pack? Hleide wondered, and decided to hover above Liuju at a steady pace, silently following him. Hleide's feathered wings flapped quietly, as he swooped down a little towards the black wolf as it ran, not caring if anyone was following him or not. Hleide could sense fear in his pack brother's heart, and was concerned about him. He did not want his pack brother to mix with any killer packs in the forest, for they broke the oldest law of the woods - Never wage war against another pack unless it is necessary or with good reason. The rival pack had killed more than a hundred wolves intentionally without good reason, and Hleide had yet to punish them severely. He knew that the guardians of the elements would not be pleased with their behaviour at all.

      As Liuju neared the rival pack's territory, he suddenly swerved and halted in his tracks, before looking up. The black wolf spotted a bird-like figure in the sky, and sighed. He knew it was Hleide. Liuju's brother was extremely concerned about his safety, and often followed him wherever he went. Shaking his large apex, Liuju reclined onto his haunches, and waited for the figure to come nearer. Up in the skies, Hleide saw the black wolf stop and look straight at him. He knew he had been caught.

      Brother, why are you acting so suspicious? I almost thought you were going to the Denial Pack. Hleide's mind reached out to Liuju, expressing his concerns through the power of the TruthSeekers. The Denial Pack was one of the packs that took part in the annual culls of wolves in the forest, and waged war without permission. I am merely going to visit my.. Our birth pack, brother. We need to visit our packs sometime, right? When was the last time you saw Mother or Father? Liuju's eyes narrowed accusingly at Hleide's nearing frame. He knew that Hleide had not gone back to see their parents for a very long time, and by then, their parents would be old and frail. On the other paw, Liuju had been seeing their parents frequently, and knew that they were alive and well.

      Hleide broke the connection guiltily as Liuju brought up the matter about their parents, and he could sense that Liuju was telling the truth. Hrmph. Well, if Liuju will not listen to the concerns of his pack brother, he will suffer dearly, but not under my fangs. Hleide shrugged, and turned away from Liuju, before flapping his ailerons gently, letting the wind take him away from his pack brother. Liuju shook his head once more disapprovingly at his elder brother, and bounded off into the depths of the forest.

Chapter 2: Trouble at the Cavern

I'll do a little commentary. I think it would take too long to comment on the whole thing.

      The crouching creature laid low, its soft underbelly fur barely just touching the rough edges of the undergrowth. It was winter, and the first few flakes of snow had begun to float down from the heavens. The creature's fur, matted with the odorless substance (I have no idea what this substance would be. The way you wrote suggests that the snow is the odorless substance. But how can snow matt it's fur or keep it warm?), had served its purpose well (the way you phrased this suggests that the 'creature' is serving their purpose well, not this 'odorless substance') , protecting it from the decreasing temperatures as Winter arrived. The beast lowered its muzzle and narrowed its amber orics (what is an oric?), trying to focus on the herd of elk in front of it, which was completely oblivious to the fact that one of its members would become a potential target in a cruel chase (Cruel? Not exactly the best word to describe a hunt or chase). The wolf parted its maw and reclined onto its haunches, searching for a suitable weak prey. It had to choose precisely, for it would only have one chance at making the/a kill. Finally, the wolf picked its target, and sprang.

      The wolf flattened its auditives (Ears. Just because you use big words doesn't mean your piece is well written) against its skull/head, as its powerful limbs carried it against the harsh winter winds, as it (you followed 'as if' with 'as if') weaved through the undergrowth and tree trunks that sprouted from the depths of the soil (sounds like the wolf was underground!). The wolf snarled, as the/a rush of adrenaline gripped it. This time, it would have its dinner. The elk, the wolf's prey, ran as fast as, or even faster (that sounds too conversational), than the beast itself. The pounding of hooves could be heard throughout the deserted snowy-white landscape, as tesnsions rose between the two. The wolf closed the gap between both creatures (maybe itself and the elk? Not 'both creatures?), and made its final spring, where it landed onto the female elk's spine/back, and sunk its canines into the soft flesh (sort of contradicting/interrupting the flow with the use of the word 'spine'), which the razor sharp teeth penetrated easily.

      The wolf peeled its lips back in a snarl, pulling its canines away from the warm, life-giving flesh, before clambering, with much force, onto the elk's jungular vein, where it sank its fangs in for the final blow (Please restructure this sentence). A normal wolf could not have done a kill like this all by itself, but of course ('but of course' conversational), this was not a normal wolf. It was a winged canidae ('canidae' is plural. Also, big words don't mean better) with the strength of a bear, and the power to see the past and future. Its fur was brown and tan, the distinctive marks of a normal (I hate the word 'normal'. Such a scape goat for young writers!) timber wolf (no need to capitalise for species names), but it had features that drew the attention of many poachers, such as wings, bigger than an eagle's, but served the same purpose (what purpose? Flying? It's obvious but sounds silly in this sentence. Maybe 'same purpose as a birds wings?'). The wings were rarely used, as the wolf preferred to hunt on land and not in an aerial battle. Its fur was camouflaged neatly with the dense undergrowth of the forests.
 

   As the creature observed its kill with much interest, it shook its massive apex (the apex is a part of the body? http://www.thefreedictionary.com/apex), as it began to view the creature's past. "No," the predator growled. The power had often controlled him (you referred to the wolf as 'it' this whole time and now you're starting to say 'he'), and as if in slumber, had made him (wasn't the elk female? Who are you referring to?) do miraculous things, such as lift a tree trunk 50 times the weight of his own. The wolf often hated this power, and at times praised it and thanked the heavens that he had it. However, it was a power that seemed to have a mind of its own, coming and going whenever it wanted to, and only came when there was a real need for it to.

Wow. I think I has to read more...

Maybe just a little too much deion...but that's just my opinion! Otherwise really good! =)

Thank thee Diamond, c:

Sorry for the over-describing, my form of wolf roleplay that I participated in last time was killer wolf rp, which needed a lot of deion in order to make the opponent visualise how the wolf is attacking, from which side, and all that c: