The Wolf and the Lamb
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Thread Topic: The Wolf and the Lamb
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Name: Basil
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Personality: A sweet and innocent young Lamb prince that has known nothing outside of the Meadow. He's never experienced fear or uneasiness, living in comfort with his family. -
Name: Cyrus
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality: Cruel and vain leader of a fierce wolf pack that believes they can rule lands. He's quick to anger and has a taste for cruel humor. -
His ears were tickled by the soft breeze from where he lied in a patch of long, plush grass. Birds chriped and tweeted on the warm, sunny day. The young boy let out a soft sigh of content as he sat up, ears twitching again as he was called to eat lunch. Basil. Basil. He heard his mother's honey-sweet voice on the wind as he stood and half ran to his home to eat whatever was prepared for him. He knew that half of the Meadow was already his, and the other half would come when his father made him king in three years. To Basil, there was no place in the world better than the Meadow, his home.
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Cyrus flicked a leaf to the side, his crystal blue eyes dull. His pack had strained their noses, trying to find new land to take over, but there was nothing. Making fun of those in his own pack was becoming tiring as was searching for prey, and for a moment, he wondered if it was worth continuing to search in the direction they were going. No signs of other creatures- edible or not- had been seen, beyond the single straying animal that showed no emotion as the wolf tried to scare it before his pack launched on them like the dogs they were. He looked up from his position and glanced over to one of the pups, who was also playing with a leaf with a more enthusiastic note. Cyrus stood from his spot, stretching out his limbs. All he'd have to do was keep searching. "Forward, everyone! We cannot stop until we find more land to claim and more food to eat."
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Basil seated himself outside once more after receiving his food, munching on the meal made with fresh crops. Their kind, the lambs, were vegetarians. They never ate meat, never had to. Even when it came to the fish in nearby rivers or ponds, they never caught and ate those either. Lambs were peaceful folk that sought to care for their fellow creatures, unlike creatures in scary tell-tale stories. Basil didn't like the stories in which there were other creatures out there that could stand to eat meat, but he assumed they were just that, stories. Nothing bad would ever happen in the Meadow.
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He lead his pack onward, his nose occasionally twitching as he picked up strange scents or familiar ones. His pack followed behind, the pups running to try to get in the front while their mothers smacked their heads and dragged them to the middle. Cyrus often adored the younger wolves and had helped teach them how to hunt. As he went to investigate an odd smell, another one came to him- the smell of meat. Flicking his ears, he turned into the trees, shoving the branches out of his way. The pack followed, and he could hear some of them shouting happily. He couldn't identify what the smell was coming from, but there was a patch of strong light up ahead, and the smell was getting stronger as he neared that area. A victorious smirk crossed his lips.
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The lamb prince finished his lunch, heading back to spend more time in nature. More so he wanted to go and play with the young sheep, tell them stories and make things using leaves and flowers. Although, their favorite game was when they hid in all kinds of places, making Basil look for them all. He enjoyed it, but he worried when he couldn't find one of the little ones, fearing they'd gone beyond their homeland. But they never did, so he didn't worry as much anymore.
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After minutes of shoving leaves out of his face, Cyrus broke out into what appeared to be a large clearing. It took him a moment to realize that what he had thought was only a clearing was actually a vast meadow, trees outlining its borders but spread out far and wide. He walked briskly out into the open, scanning for the source of the smell. At first, Cyrus saw nothing, and he was going to be disappointed that he had been mistaken. However, as he looked harder, he finally saw it. Or rather, them- flocks of people. No, not people, he realized, but sheep. He sneered and began to laugh. "I've outdone myself," he muttered mostly to himself. A pup ran up to him, squirming with excitement. "Alpha Cyrus, what kinda prey is that? Is it fast?" He shrugged, starting forward to let the pack know it was safe to continue forward. "They're sheep.. And.. Haven't seen any for so long, we'll have to find out, hm?" The pack leader flashed a toothy grin.
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Basil gave a small lamb girl a smile as she placed a flower crown on top of his head. "Basi isn't just our lamb prince, but our flower prince, too!" She giggled up at him, touching his hair more than she should've. Once she realized it, she pulled away with a shy blush while a few lamb boys snickered at her. Of course, Basil didn't mind it at all and pet her head. "Thank you, Petunia. Here," The prince placed a tiny flower crown on her head as well, bowing lightly to her. "Now you're a little flower princess." A grin tugged at his lips as she giggled and squealed like a little fangirl. Basil then called for the young sheep to join around him. "I think it's time for a story. I have a good one today."
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Cyrus put his hands behind his back as he began to stroll through the grass, humming a soft tune. His pack began to trail behind him, coming out through the forest one by one. He could tell that they were all eager to see what he had found, and his grin seemed to widen as he felt their emotions waving off of them. Shuddering in delight, he walked up to a stray lamb, his eyes gleaming in the sunlight. He moved his hands up in front of himself and leaned down to meet their eyes. His grin did not waver as he felt the confusion roll off of the person's body. Coating his voice sweetly, he asked, "Might we ask you to come over for dinner?" Roaring laughter came from those behind him, and he stood up, cracking the bones in his fingers. He smiled now, and as he looked away from the lamb, he questioned them in a colder tone, "Where might I find your leader? If you can answer swiftly, I'll count to ten before I let the pups lose on you."
(plot twist, he only counts to three
"oops I can't count") -
Basil cut off his story and his ears twitched at the breeze, something feeling a bit off. He assumed it was only an oncoming storm, despite the clear sky, and ushered the little ones back to the castle as young guests. His parents enjoyed the company of the little ones anyways.
The lone sheep began to shake at the sight of the wolf, finding his, and his pack's, presence in their home wrong. Wolves weren't supposed to exist here, nor were they supposed to be able to find the lambs. Still, the fear-filled lamb considered directing the alpha to their king, but realizing they wouldn't live either way, they decided not to. "..You..You shouldn't be here.." -
The wolf's attention snapped back to the lamb, and a look of anger flashed in his eyes as he regarded them with a rather irritated look. "We shouldn't be here? I'm afraid you've got it all wrong. See, we take pride in all of the land that is ours... You happen to have mistakenly claimed part of it." He shifted his gaze to the younger wolves that were shoving their way to the front of the crowd. "How disappointing, to know that your only words are that we don't belong in an area that we'll be reclaiming. Oh well. Perhaps you may send my regards to everyone, if you can make it away in time." Cyrus stepped back, yawning as if this were dull to him. "One, two, we're going to catch you. Three, four, you better lock your door. Five, six, you know you can't pass through any tricks. Seven, eight, you better hope you aren't bait.." He put his hands behind his back again, pausing to breathe in and sigh. "Nine, ten, my pack finishes their hunt again." As the leader sang the final words, howls broke through the air and the little wolves launched themselves at the single sheep.
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When the counting began, the sheep's eyes widened as they hurriedly tried to stand to run. There was no possible way for the sheep to outrun the wolves, not even the little ones, but if they could manage to warn the others in any way, they'd try. Upon receiving their first wound, the sheep let out the loudest, most distressed sound they could muster.
Basil's ears twitched again, but not from the breeze, not from inside his home, but from a sound so horrifying that he felt he was imagining it. "Um, Mother? Could you watch them for a minute? I need to go talk to Father about something." The older lamb woman nodded at her prince with a smile and watched him go to the king's quarters. Basil looked at his father with concern. "Father..." The older male lamb looked at him grimly. "Things are about to change, Basil. Find somewhere safe for you and your mother." The younger looked up at him with a spark of concern. "What's going on?" The king shook his head lightly. "I don't know, son. But it's not good." -
Cyrus looked back to the rest of his pack, humming as the pups scratched up the poor sheep and started to feast. He gave them a warm smile, tapping his fingers against his palms. "One of you, watch over our young ones as they feast. As for the rest of us, we shall descend on this place and find the leader. Perhaps they might have something of value. I'd hate for us to eat them all if they have something we can take first." With that, he started off deeper into the meadow, off towards the castle. More sheep were coming into view, and the leader showed no emotion as a couple of stray pack members went off to slaughter one or two more of the slow creatures they had found. He supposed more fear wouldn't hurt their cause.
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"Go now, Basil. Hide with your mother and our future." The king ordered, his son reluctantly making his way back to the open living space. He didn't know how to tell youngins that they needed to hide, so he tried to smile and treat it as a game. "Little ones, let's play a new game. It involves going into the underground and sitting quietly until I say so. Whoever can stay quiet will get a sweet treat. Okay?" The young sheep, eager for their prizes, hurried to follow Basil to an entrance underground. Once all of the little ears were out of range, his mother pulled him aside. "What's going on, honey?" The prince averted his eyes, letting out a sigh. "Father said something's going to happen.. So he told me to--" He perked up at more sounds of distress coming from some distance away from the castle, his heart racing. "No time. Come on." He grabbed the queen's hand, helping her down the old wooden steps into the dark space underground. He worried for his father and his people more than anything. Especially with a new sound tickling his ears. It was wet, with some form of crunching. It made his skin crawl thinking about it.
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