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Awaking at Wolf Creek
"I awoke in the leaf litter and stinging nettles covering the forest floor, my senses burning and my memory hazy. How long had I been laying here? My thick pelt of fur was slightly damp from the low mist which had surrounded me. I stood to inspect the place in which I had found myself. It was growing dark and the scent of danger sailed through the air making my heckles stand on end. I had to move. I ran uphill thinking higher ground would be safer from whatever was troubling me. I grew increasingly uneasy and stopped dead in my tracks, listening, my ears quivering, straining to hear the slightest noise. Like a bolt of lightning a shadow dropped from the trees above me and landed just a few feet from my nose, I yelped and backed up only to collide with another shadow. Cold and unmoving, like a carved jet statue. The one which had appeared from overhead let out a blood curdling laugh, like thunder ripping through my skull. Without hesitation I ran, this time downhill which was faster but more treacherous, my paws skidded and slid from beneath me and several times I tore through the undergrowth on my stomach. Nothing but sheer terror illuminated my mind, too afraid to even contemplate what this unknown evil might be. Adrenalin coursed through my veins, dulling my pain, keeping me running.
It wasn't until I felt the ground give way beneath me and my body came crashing into the icy waters of a stream that I stopped.
Panting heavily I tried to catch my breath. I lay in the shallows of the stream, allowing the water to trickle over my fur and wash away the soil and blood now coating me. For what seemed like hours I stayed there, still panting, occasionally dipping my head to drink. The forest was quiet. I could no longer smell any danger but still I remained cautious. Slowly, painfully getting up, I walked downstream. The slosh of the water as I carved my way through and the tumble of small pebbles unsettled beneath my paws, brought back my senses and I began to think clearly once more.
I could not remember what brought me to the forest, nor could I remember falling asleep on the forest floor. What could I remember? I tried to focus but half faded images fled swiftly from my mind just as they had appeared, like phantoms in the mist.
The bank of the stream was a few foot deep and supported by a green, grey stone wall, I moved closer to walk alongside and inspect it in detail. It looked old and worn. Such effort had been made to keep such a small stream from eroding the bank. I stopped when I saw it, just ahead of me part of the wall had crumbled, rocks piled rough and messy, strewn about and becoming lost in the stream. I approached, still cautious and sniffed the scene before me; Damp stone, leaf mould, bitter soil and slightly salty silt. This had been ruined long ago, the damage was not fresh. Perhaps instinct took over as I dug my claws into the mess, pulling up great lumps of the rock and hurling it behind me, digging furiously I dislodged the greater part of the obstruction to see behind.
A doorway! The water did not reach the entrance and I doubted that it ever would even in a heavy downpour. I dug further, removing all of the stone blocking the doorway, paying no heed to where the earth and rock fell like meteors on the other side of the bank. The entrance was small but big enough for a man to crawl through.
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List of audio files used:
- Lake waves by Benboncan at freesound.org +)
- Wind Chimes Ambience by By BristolStories www.freesound.org +)
- Rumble by By Pushtobreak - www.freesound.org +)
- short rockfall by freesound.org +)
- wolf howl by Gorgoroth6669 from http://freesound.org +)
- water_dribble by junggle from http://freesound.org +)
- Desert monolith by Proxima4 from freesound.org +)
- Small stream by www.soundsnap.com *)
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