Wolf’s Eyes

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Winter of the Year of Our Lord 876,  Somerset, Kingdom of Wessex

The Master of the house closed the door as quickly as his numbed fingers allowed. The study wooden door muffled the storm winds that howled outside. The warmth from the fireplace beckoned, but beyond sat a figure against the wall, cloaked in the flickering shadows. The Master noticed the thick forearms, crossed at the chest and covered in scars. The snout of the man’s mask reached into the light.

A wolf’s snout.

The light reached just across the muzzle, but went no further. Dark pits where eyes should be, stared back at the master.

“Your Lord calls but hears no answer,” said the man. The master doubted for a moment but it was a man’s voice, muffled and deep. A voice accustomed to giving orders. A voice that demanded obedience.

“I…I..haven’t received any summons,” said the Master.

“Now you have,” said the Wolf’s Head.

“Right, of course, but you see, this winter is most foul, the snows are deep and the food scarce. The men are not ready, my lord,” said the Master.

The Wolf’s Head muzzle turned to the mantle above the heath, “Yet I see your spear is sharp, your shield mended. Have you forgotten how to wield them?”

The Master pressed his back to the door. For an instance he sought escape, but he remembered that wolf never prowl alone, “No…of course not, but this is not the time, not the season for campaign. When spring comes then we will make ready.”

“Make ready now and we turn back the night. Come the thaw the heathens will strike again and all will be lost.”

“I understand, my lord but alas,”the master slid to the floor, “the heathens have already struck.”


“A fortnight ago, my lord. They took our wives and our daughters as hostages. They said that they would put any who resisted to the blood eagle. I can’t, I shan’t…” the Master leap to his feet, “Were was our King when we needed him? He asks to fulfill vows he neglected when he fled the field. I gave him my son in battle to the heathen horde and now they taken my wive and daughter too. Do what you will with me, my lord, for I have nothing left.”

“A house divided can not stand,” quoted the Wolf’s Head.

“Then make was was unmade, mend was was broken!” Lips trembled with every word, “Do that and I will march to the gates of Hell with spear in hand and psalm in my heart. Swear it and will slay a hundred heathens in the King’s name!” Tears ran down ruddy cheeks.

“We shall bring back what was taken, be they kin, bodies or the thieves themselves.”

“I ask nothing more my lord, and expect nothing less.”


2 comments on “Wolf’s Eyes

  1. DEadline is today but if you have anything ready…. All the rules are here SO! We’ve decided to extend the deadline from November 30th to December 30th, to give people a chance to join in! This is an anthology for a charity, so you’ll get no proceeds from the sale, though you will receive publicity, lots of promotion and the opportunity to be spotlighted on at least two blogs, with more than 150 watchers over the both. We will *try* to arrange a blog tour, but if you want to arrange your own publicity for the book, feel free! We can supply, when the book is ready and published, you with graphics for sharing/promoting, and we promise at least one BIG author name for the book. The charity the funds are going to is Artisan Rarebreeds – a rescue dedicated to the conservation of rare breeds. The money we are raising is specifically aimed at the wolves, as they are an added drain on their funding. There will be publicity offered by these, too, as they are willing to do what it takes to get the book out where it belongs. Showcase your talent and find a place to show off what you can do! We will offer you an ebook version in return for your entry, which you can read through yourself. We will arrange reviews and everything else for you You can enter 4 poems or 2 stories…or 1 story and 2 poems. At least two will be successful! Now – the rules! (It has to be done, I’m afraid!) • This is a wolf-themed book. That means NO shapeshifters, wolves that have been transformed from humans, or anything other than four-legged quadruped wolves. • Magic is okay…as long as the wolves don’t transform (yes, we are strict on this bit, so we aren’t giving anyone leeway!) • A wolf talking to other wolves or even to other animals is okay – with humans, it’ll be dependent on whether magic was involved in the effort or the world you are working with. • Please…NO NO NO violence towards humans. We want to show wolves in a positive light, hopefully to teach people more about them. • Stories have a word-count limit! 1000 words is the barest minimum (we will accept 75 words under, maybe 100 at a push) and 5000 words is the maximum (100 words is the most we will accept over) • Poems have a limit of 40 lines per poem. • Keep cussing to a minimum please, and if writing from a wolf perspective…maybe get creative instead of effing and blinding? • Please, please edit your stories for us! We can run through them, but there’s not much we can do. We can’t afford to pay for a proper editor. • Have fun! We don’t want this to be hard to enter, but we’re trying to make sure all entries are of a good quality Send all entries in to wolfanthology@gmail.com


  2. Well, it is a bit tight as deadlines go. But thank you for thinking of me and lets see what happens. 😀


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