Nothing I've ever known: a cautionary tale

Once upon a time, in a forest far far away, there lived a vicious she-wolf, with glittery red eyes and fangs the size of a human child's forearm. Everyone in the forest was afraid of her, and she knew it. The rabbits ran into their holes as fast as they could, the squirrels scampered up the trees, and even the other carnivores cowered when she came close. The bears laid close to the ground, the cougars bowed, and even the snakes knew when not to slither. It made no sense at all, one mere wolf, reigning over the land, roaming, conquering the spirits and courage of others. Size was no matter. It was that deadly, cold glint in the steel of her eyes which said "I'm not afraid to die" that froze everything in her path.
Not many creatures in the forest knew her past. Only a few, in fact... ones that could keep their mouths shut and their wisdom to themselves. No one questioned, but everyone wondered. Why did she become so vicious? How could anything create such a monster? How could a nameless female wolf have killed an entire pack of hyenas in just a few minutes? An entire herd of rampaging moose? A den of rattlesnakes? No one knew. But it was battles such as these that gave her a name. Rage.
Rage was happy. No one made her angry, no one stole her kills, and no one destroyed the scent markings she left along the path. She got too used to it, and became oblivious to the blinding loneliness that haunted her every footstep. In her independence, she no longer remembered the taste of friendship or the scent of comfort. The meaning in her life was for a simple existence, one in which she could have all control and no doubt.
One day, while hunting, Rage nearly stumbled over a wounded red deer. Instinct kicked in and she pounced, fangs flashing and claws outstretched. But for some unknown reason, the clear, fearless eyes of the stag stopped her from completing her attack. She landed a few inches away from the deer, and they stared at each other for moments, hours it seemed.
She spoke first. "Why do you not fear me? Have you no desire to live?" After a long pause, the deer answered, "Why should I fear you? I am wounded and cannot escape. There is no other choice but to accept my fate." He started to move, but only could budge with his front feet. A trap encircled his two hind legs. "Why did you not kill me?"
Rage opened her mouth to answer, but closed it again. After a few moments, she hesitantly replied, "I don't know." They stared at each other for another long moment, before she turned around and headed back into the forest without looking back. He blinked, and set his head down onto his forelegs, waiting for the inevitable death that will soon arrive.
Darkness settles. The stag is still lying there, with his eyes closed. There is rustling in the bushes, and he raises his head. A family of wolverines appear from the bushes, teeth gleaming and snapping, almost tasting the blood-scented air. They chatter excitedly, and begin to run towards the immobile deer. Just as they were about to pounce onto him, Rage leaps out from behind them, bites down on the leader and tears him apart. So fast her actions were a blur, she moved from one wolverine to the next, leaving only blood and entrails in her path. When finally all were in pieces, she raises her bloodied muzzle, enters the bushes again, and comes out with leaves in her mouth, which she delicately begins to place on the stag's leg.
Using her two front paws, she pries open the trap, nicking one of her legs in the process. Fresh blood flowed from his reopened wounds, and her nostrils flared. But she only continued putting on the leaves. After completing her task, she laid down next to the deer, who did not stop looking at her the entire time. "You came back." She did not respond and closed her eyes to sleep.
The next morning, before opening her eyes, she felt something moving on her head, and responding naturally, twisted her body to lie on top of the threat... it turned out to be the stag. "Your fur seemed matted. I was only trying to smooth out the tangles." With a snarl, she got to her feet, and bounded into the forest.
As the days went on, they continued to spend time together, and her icy exterior began to melt under the observant eye of the red deer. Her snarls became less common, her red eyes began to soften, and the tension that was held inside her body slowly seeped out. He, whose name she soon found out was Oak, saw her as more of a tender soul that had been bruised too often than a vicious killer, and she saw him as her first confidante. They understood each other, often without using words, and a budding romance developed between them.
They would lay under the twinkling stars, her furry head on his smooth shoulder, or his head on her hind legs, just in comfortable silence. It was almost too good to be true.
Then, one fateful day, when she was out hunting, a pack of wolves found Oak grazing in a clearing. The alpha male sniffed the air, and motioned to the others not to attack. "So... you're the one that has conquered Rage. I was expecting more... teeth." In a flash, he scratched Oak's hide so that blood dripped onto the ground, and just when Oak was about to attack with his antlers, the other wolves encircled him. "Don't worry," the alpha leader sneered, "this is only a little incentive for the missus." The stag set into motion, slamming his antlers into the nearest wolves, and kicking a few in the face with his hooves. But his dull attacks were no match for the sharp claws and teeth of the wolves, as they clawed and scratched just so he would lose enough blood that he would not die, just weaken. Once he could no longer find the strength to attack, the pack of wolves then lead the stag away.
Rage, after a filling meal, came back to find no Oak, only his blood, and the scent of a pack of wolves. In that split second, her eyes turned back to fiery blood, her snarls sent shivers down the backs of all the animals in the forest, and her claws hit the ground with a grinding sound. Following the trail, she entered into their domain, and saw that Oak was so weakened that he could barely breath. Without another thought, she lunged at any and all wolves nearby, ripping into their throats and digging into their organs with her teeth and claws. No sooner than did she squelch the life out of one that she aimed for the jugular of another, her body whipping around, her feet barely touching the ground, and her teeth causing sickening crunches. After dead bodies began to pile up, the leader sat down next to Oak. "You want him alive, don't you? Tone it down or else your beloved will be no more." Rage turned to charge towards the leader, but masses of wolves converged between them.
"...ge... don't listen... i'm already done for... leave me! Don't be stupid..." The hoarse voice of Rage's beloved only stirred her emotions, and in that one moment her eyes turned softer and her claws retracted a bit, the other wolves swarmed on her, taking her by surprise. Their claws drew deep furrows on her body, their teeth dug into her veins, and while her consciousness faded as they submerged her in her own blood, she only heard, "What happened to you, Rage? Where's the she-wolf I made to become a monster?"
After her body became limp, Oak lifted his head to weakly stare at the leader. "What did you just say?" "I molded her into the monster that everyone fears to prove my own self-worth... I even had to kill her entire family myself. Too bad she became weak." Using the last bit of strength, Oak twisted his head to swipe at the wolf with his antlers, but that put his neck right in front of the alpha's teeth. "And to think love was supposed to make you stronger... what a fairytale." With that, the wolf ripped open Oak's throat.

The End.

RTOTD's

Why is it so hard to get up in the morning, yet so hard to fall asleep at night?

Why am I addicted to LBP?

Why do i always lose my camera?

Why can't my hair dry perfectly smooth and straight?

Why do I hate working but always want more money?

Why do viruses attack nice old computers?

Why does RAM deplete after awhile? Does it die?

Why do flip flops hurt when you wear them too much?

Why is parking so hard to find at school near HOL?

Why do people go to gas stations at 2AM?

Why don't i have PPT on my computer?

Why am I always so tired lately?

Why does being a senior seem so scary?

Por que por que por que~~ hahaha

And is there a pittbull in pittsburg that is named pitt? I hope so.

Blake

What\'s in a name?
Is it as the sun.
Or a cooling Spring?

There should be a newline before this.

And then two.