The chill of the night breeze whistled through the forest canopy. The full moon shines overhead, illuminating the treetops with its pale yellow light and casting shadows on the ground. Slowly, a lone wolf creeps its way through the trees. Its grey-brown fur, lush from a rich summer of successful hunting shines luminously in the moonlight. Its menacing yellow eyes gaze out at its surroundings, searching for its next victim.
It sniffs its way along the soft soil on the forest floor dotted with freshly-fallen leaves. Now, in the cool of night, the ground feels comfortingly warm, almost as though the wolf is walking on a nest of feathers.
The soft trickle of a nearby brook can be heard. The wolf perks its ears up, listening carefully to gather information from which the source is still far out of its reach. Along with the trickle of the brook the gentle patter of footsteps resound through the forest. Quickening its pace, the wolf moves steadily towards the sound of the footsteps. Yellow eyes gleam with anticipation.
At last it reaches the clearing, the water in the brook sparkles mystically, reflecting the light. At the edge of the brook a young doe can be seen thirstily lapping up the water. The young wolf poises itself to spring into action.
A crack of a branch underfoot resounds through the forest like a gunshot. A snarl. A yelp. A glimpse of pearly white teeth. Darkness.
Commentary:
Yup, there you have it. My fail attempt at creative writing that contains vivid mental imagery. For some reason while I was writing this I was reminded of Breaking Dawn >_>
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