En Lobolandia había llegado el día más esperado y no, no era el 31 de diciembre o el aniversario de la ciudad, se trataba de la "Luna del Lobo".
Todas las familias, se preparaban con gran antelación para esa celebración. Venían los parientes de pueblos cercanos o remotos, se preparaba comida, rituales, tratamiento de su pelaje, ¡Todo bajo la estricta planificación de esa noche! dónde practicaban por semanas con anterioridad, para que su aullido fuera el mejor y ganar el respeto de todos dentro de la comunidad.
Wolfang, era un lobo joven. Tenía más de una década por lo que se esperaba por aquel tiempo su transformación. Su familia estaba conformada por Lily, su madre, con un talento para oler las mentiras de todos; su padre Rolf, era el macho Alfa de la manada ya que era un lobo de nacimiento y se había ganado el respeto de todos al morir su abuelo. La familia la complementaba Luna, su hermana menor, una loba blanca famosa entre la manada por su melodiosa voz, y esa noche su grupo "Los Lunaticom" harian su gran debut delante de la plaza Bosque Negro, donde tenían pautado pasar la noche.
La vida de Wolfang había sido distinta a los demás lobos, debido a que mientras los pequeños iban a clases de aullidos, defensa de otra manada o imprimación con los demás, él tenía que cumplir compromisos con sus padres como regentes de Lobolandia y que algún día, pasaría a estar bajo su responsabilidad.
Pero wolfang no aspiraba eso; el envidiaba la vida de sus amigos que era sencilla y sin tanta responsabilidad. Su principal pasión era conocer el mundo. Siempre estuvo limitado a estar cerca de la comunidad ya que su madre olía cuando alguien estaba diciendo mentiras, entonces no tenía más opción que siempre andar cerca para no meterse en problemas.
Disfrutaba estar en el bosque horas y horas, oliendo, oyendo, mirando de todo a su alrededor. Se caracterizaba por ser tímido y solitario; prefería el silencio y apreciar lo pequeño, lo inapreciable antes los demás. Además, Wolfang tenía el talento de que sus ojos cambiaban de color según la emoción que estaba sintiendo:
Eran blancos cuando estaba alegre o emocionado, grises cuando asistía a los eventos de su padre, verdes cuando iba al bosque y rojos cuando algo le disgustaba. De resto, la mayoría del tiempo eran negros, esto demostraba la tristeza e incomodidad con esa vida que no eligió y que cambiaría por otra, pero parecía que no tenía elección.
In Loboland the most awaited day had arrived and no, it wasn't the 31st of December or the anniversary of the city, it was the "Wolf's Moon".
All the families were preparing well in advance for this celebration. Relatives came from nearby or remote villages, food was prepared, rituals were performed, their fur was treated, all under strict planning for that night, where they practised for weeks in advance, so that their howl would be the best and gain the respect of everyone in the community.
Wolfang was a young wolf. He was over a decade old, so his transformation was expected at that time. His family consisted of Lily, his mother, with a talent for sniffing out everyone's lies; his father Rolf, was the Alpha male of the pack as he was a wolf by birth and had earned the respect of all when his grandfather died. The family was complemented by Luna, his younger sister, a white wolf famous among the pack for her melodious voice, and that night their group "The Lunaticom" would make their grand debut in front of the Black Forest square, where they were scheduled to spend the night.
Wolfang's life had been different from the other wolves, because while the little ones went to howling classes, defence of another pack or priming with the others, he had to fulfil commitments to his parents as regents of Loboland and that one day, he would be under their responsibility.
But Wolfang didn't aspire to that; he envied the life of his friends, which was simple and without so much responsibility. His main passion was to see the world. He was always limited to being close to the community because his mother could smell when someone was telling lies, so he had no choice but to always stay close so he wouldn't get into trouble.
He enjoyed being in the forest for hours on end, smelling, hearing, looking at everything around him. He was characteristically shy and solitary; he preferred silence and appreciating the small, the priceless before others. In addition, Wolfang had the talent that his eyes changed colour according to the emotion he was feeling:
They were white when he was happy or excited, grey when he attended his father's events, green when he went to the forest, and red when something upset him. Otherwise, most of the time they were black, showing sadness and discomfort with the life he didn't choose and would trade for another, but it seemed he had no choice.
La Luna del Lobo
En la mañana, Pelajes Style estuvo repleto de las lobas arreglando, maquillando y afilando sus garras. Lily, encargada de la organización, ya tenía todo fríamente calculado: había mandado a traer los mejores jabalíes, alces, venados y liebres del bosque para que todos pudieran comer y beber. Tenía el escenario, discurso de la noche, familia llegando y ubicándola en su cueva; año tras año era el mismo ritual y aunque todo salió muy bien, siempre le gustaba encargarse de todo.
Llegada la hora, con el pelaje desenredado, garras afiladas y todos en la plaza, se dieron cuenta de algo: Wolfang no estaba. El joven lobo, tenía de costumbre hacer sus caminatas por el bosque, siempre buscando su tranquilidad; ese día con tanto bullicio que se escuchaba a kilómetros, había caminado durante varias horas dejándose llevar por el sonido del río, los pájaros cantando, la brisa alborotando su largo pelaje, oliendo las flores que lo rodeaban, en fin, sintiéndose libre, muy libre. Sus ojos eran muy verdes, un verde luminoso, un verde que irradiaba y aunque él no lo veía, llamaba la atención como quien ve unas luciérnagas en la oscuridad.
De repente, sintió un olor extraño, ajeno; un olor que nunca había experimentado o sentido:
¿Una nueva flor?
¿Un nuevo animal?
No identificaba el olor, así que decidió indagar con su mirada, con su grandes ojos verdes. No tardó mucho tiempo cuando se encontró parado frente a una forma que jamás había pasado delante de sus ojos. Está forma era ajena, casi semejante a él pero diferente en todo: olor, forma, vista. No sé parecía a nada de lo que había vivido en la comunidad pero sentía que le agradaba, le gustaba lo que veía.
Debió pasar mucho tiempo viendo aquella figura, pero sintió que todo se detuvo. Wolfang no se movía, estaba perplejo sin saber que hacer, su sangre bombeaba muy rápido en su corazón, su estómago se contrajo y no fue sino hasta que escuchó los aullidos a los lejos que lo sacó de ese estado inmóvil.
The wolf moon
In the morning, Fur Style was full of the she-wolves grooming, making up and sharpening their claws. Lily, who was in charge of the organisation, had already had everything coldly calculated: she had sent for the best wild boar, elk, deer and hares from the forest so that everyone could eat and drink. He had the stage, the evening's speech, the family arriving and placing them in their cave; year after year it was the same ritual and although everything went very well, he always liked to take care of everything.
When the time came, fur untangled, claws sharpened and everyone in the square, they realised something: Wolfang was not there. The young wolf was in the habit of taking his walks in the forest, always looking for his peace and quiet; that day, with so much noise that could be heard for miles, he had walked for several hours, letting himself be carried away by the sound of the river, the birds singing, the breeze ruffling his long fur, smelling the flowers that surrounded him, in short, feeling free, very free. His eyes were very green, a luminous green, a green that radiated and although he couldn't see it, it caught his attention like fireflies in the dark.
Suddenly, he smelled a strange, foreign smell; a smell he had never experienced or felt before:
A new flower?
A new animal?
He couldn't identify the smell, so he decided to investigate with his eyes, with his big green eyes. It didn't take long when he found himself standing in front of a shape that had never before passed before his eyes. This shape was alien, almost similar to him but different in everything: smell, shape, sight. It was unlike anything he had experienced in the community but he felt he liked it, he liked what he saw.
He must have spent a long time looking at that figure, but he felt that everything stopped. Wolfang did not move, he was perplexed, not knowing what to do, his blood was pumping very fast in his heart, his stomach contracted and it was not until he heard the howling in the distance that brought him out of his immobile state.
Wolfang corrió y corrió, jadeó mucho y allí se dió cuenta que se había alejado mucho de Lobolandia. Siguió corriendo pero no podía olvidar esa imagen, esa mirada, ese olor que lo mantuvo hechizado, no podía pensar en nada más.
Cuando llegó a la plaza en vez de existir un ambiente de fiesta o celebración, estaban todos husmeando, buscando, revisando cada rincón tratando de encontrar alguna pista de su paradero. Al detenerse en medio de la plaza, su madre lo abrazó y todos se alegraron que apareciera.
Una vez recuperado de la corrida que hizo por medio del bosque y pedir disculpas por la preocupación, comenzó a contar que se había alejado mucho de la manada, recuerden qu no podía mentir. De repente, hizo una pausa y hablo de aquella forma que vio; recordaba su olor, forma, imaginó como se sentiría tocándola. Nuevamente su sangre bombeo rápidamente por todo su cuerpo, su corazón latía, su hocico se secaba, estaba inmóvil y
¡Sus ojos cambiaron a azul!
Un azul brillante, vivo. Este azul iluminó toda la plaza. Jamás se había visto algo semejante sin motivo aparente.
Wolfang tomo una bocanada de aire y aullo; lo hizo tan fuerte, tan sentido, tan agudo y por largo tiempo que todos voltearon a verlo.
Se hizo un gran silencio y sus padres lo entendieron:
Wolfang había conocido a una humana y... Se había enamorado.
Wolfang ran and ran, he panted a lot and there he realised that he had gone far away from Loboland. He kept running but he couldn't forget that image, that look, that smell that held him spellbound, he couldn't think of anything else.
When he arrived at the square, instead of there being a party or celebration atmosphere, they were all sniffing around, searching, checking every corner trying to find clues to his whereabouts. When he stopped in the middle of the square, his mother hugged him and everyone was happy that he had turned up.
Once he had recovered from his run through the forest and apologised for the worry, he began to tell how far he had strayed from the herd, remembering that he could not lie. Suddenly, he paused and spoke of the form he saw; he remembered its scent, its shape, he imagined how it would feel to touch it. Again his blood pumped rapidly throughout his body, his heart pounded, his muzzle went dry, he was motionless and his eyes changed to blue!
Her eyes changed to blue!
A bright, vivid blue. This blue illuminated the whole square. Never before had such a thing been seen for no apparent reason.
Wolfang took a breath of air and howled; he howled so loud, so heartfelt, so high-pitched and for such a long time that everyone turned to look at him.
There was a great silence and his parents understood:
Wolfang had met a human and.... He had fallen in love.
To you, thank you for being my inspiration...
Very cool post ☺👌👌👌 I was like to read it
Thank you! 🤗
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Wao!, esto si que es original y llamativo, hay segunda parte? esta buena la historia
Era un regalo. De repente... Gracias por la idea. 🤗
Oye me gusto y sorprendió el final. Gracias 🌷
A ti por pasar por aquí. Saludos...🤗.
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Genial historia. Sigue regalándonos lo mejor, calidad y buena redacción.
Gracias por su apreciación.
Seguimos creciendo.
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Gracias por todo el apoyo y por estar en mi proceso de crecimiento dentro de Hive. 😃