#wolf3

[lulu-kiwi-moew]

Hello!! I'm back with more cuties!!

Also, credits for the sona's to @xcoffeebomb and @sakuwura-meow-meow!! They let me use their human sona's to do this art!! Just made Them as wolf!

I HAD LOT OF FUN!

But anyways, see you all next time with another art!

[schokokokatze]

Secretive still wasn’t used to it, even with the time that had passed since the attack. Her wounds had had time to turn into scars, but her heart didn’t heal as easily. She told herself that he had fought bravely, that the Great Wolf must be proud of him. She told herself that the attacking tribe had been desperate for food. The winter had returned too early and the animals and plants died in the frozen wasteland.

It didn’t help much. It felt like a punishment. Secretive could have gone to Wind, her older half-brother, for help, but she didn’t want to burden him. Not now. Not when she knew what they had done to him, to his beautiful wife. 

When she grabbed Wave and headed for the oldfashioned round house her neighbors lived in, she knew that it wasn’t a time for pride. What food she had, she gave to Wave, but she wouldn’t be able to keep it up. Her house was too cold, no wood left for a warming fire. They’d need help.

She was greeted by gloom. Sable and Dust had both perished in the attack and the children were all too young to fend for themselves. Moving back in with their grandfather wasn’t exactly a relief either. Knowing had become even more mean-spirited in his old days. Today, however, he wasn’t up for a fight, not even after hearing his young neighbor’s plea.

“All we have to spare is a bit of bread that’s gone moldy”, he mused and looked at her weary expression with some concern. “Are you sure you wanna keep living there by yourself, girlie? Could be dangerous. They might be back once they’ve eaten all they’ve plundered.”

She gathered up all her courage and gave Knowing a reassuring smile. It might have been the hardest thing she’d ever done, and she had borne a child. “Take heart, old friend. The Wolf won’t abandon us. He’s Naithoul. He walks at our side with silent paws, and leaves his prints in the snow. In helping me, you’re doing his work, as you allow me to keep fending for myself and my child. The temple will remain open. In fact, just like my dear ... just like he wanted, at the end of the week, I’ll host a get-together for whoever can afford to come. If you’d give me that bread, I’ll gladly take it.”

He didn’t fight. In fact, she believed she might have impressed him with her resolve. A resolve that faltered when she bit into the bread. It was vile, tasted rotten on her tongue. It didn’t matter. If mold was what she had to eat to stay alive, then she’d do it. She’d fight. For her family. For the Great Wolf.

[vividardent]

“who they are”

it won’t be. we’ll stand beside her as she sifts through the wreck, trying to figure out where her construct failed.        we wonder if this is it, downturn, ankles and wrists damp with autumn river.

to us, even the forest’s different – bright colours now all hiding eyes, watchers taunting, laughing, a pressure building through our misting breath. we’re about to speak our mind and save the wolf when she starts stacking again.

years later, after we’ve fallen apart and grown again, we come back to see the city of little stone spires, growing forest-like out of the riverbed.

[schokokokatze]

Secy: I’m glad you’ve come.

Knowing: Well, it takes guts to be spouting your nonsense at a time like this. I can respect that.

Secy: I am still glad. This is important. We’re going to recover, and Naithoul is here for us even now. He hasn’t abandoned us along with my dear ... with the prophet.

Knowing: “I suppose you’d know. Thanks for the invitation, it’s always interesting to see the younger generation acting like idiots.”

Secy: “Then I hope you’ll enjoy your time here. I’ve prepared a chant for later, unfortunately without drums, but we’ll make do. You’re welcome to let His spirit guide you through the music.”

Knowing: “Well, that’s nice, girlie, but please leave me out of this. I came for you, not some big wolf in the sky.”

Secy: “That’s the part you’ll like, Knowing. He’s not in the sky. He lives in you. You’re welcome to feel it. The beast. The animal that wants you to bear your teeth, protect your tribe, your family. Feast on the blood of my prey and warm yourself at my hearth. We’re one tribe. One family. One ... pack.”

Knowing: “Girlie, don’t take this the wrong way, but ... you’ve a knack with words your husband never shared. You may not be a seer, or a prophet, but you’re a high priestess alright. That Dark boy could learn a thing or two from you.”

[The Chief and Chieftess especially enjoyed the occasion. People started building igloos en masse and they took the opportunity, because my sims are ridiculously horny in general.]

[schokokokatze]

Finally, Secretive had enough firewood to keep her fire going. Which was just one of her many problems solved. Food was less of an issue since she’d gotten Wave to catch fish for them, but there was still the small issue of several small puppies, and the small fact that her temple was unfinished.

“We’ll get around to it”, Guardian had said.

Guardian was dead, and now Secy had to get around to it, because it was the difference between living in a house with a lot of dogs, and living in the temple of the wolfgod Naithoul.

[schokokokatze]

Everything Secretive does is work, especially now that the puppies arrived. They actually have as many dogs as can be expected of a temple dedicated to a wolf-god. One of them turned old and grey however, and Wave aged up into a child, which means he can at least go fishing. Maybe they don’t have to beg again.

[schokokokatze]

Since the house is impossibly cold at the moment, due to the lack of wood, Secretive first burned some furniture, and then took her son into the forest to get some firewood. It was night still when she left, and they got to witness a beautiful pink morning.

[schokokokatze]

Ever since he’d become a false prophet, Guardian had been feeling a bit guilty. However, seeing as his half-finished temple allowed him, his woman, and his little son to live in it comfortably enough, he had felt that maybe the gods were not angry with him after all, not if they allowed this.

When he woke at night with a start, he did not, at first, know what it was he was hearing. The snow had subsided somewhat lately, had come and gone with an icy wind, that was howling around the house even now.

A scream.

He jumped out of bed, his Secy stirring beside him. She gave a low moan, in the dark, he could feel her sit up. Another scream, closer this time. Like a yell. It was answered, like a drunken chant, by many voices. Wood bashed on wood, gave the chant a rhythm, like drums.

He had been wrong.

The gods were not just angry at him, but at the entire tribe, for following a made-up god. They had sent another tribe to punish them, to slaughter them, rape their women and take what little food they had. They had sent this terrible cold, too. It was all his fault. Maybe if he defended his family, as any man should, the gods would relent. Forgive him for his hubris.