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Growl and roar--it's okay to let the beast out.
From the edge of the forest where the mountains begin, a pack of sleeping wolves, huddled together in the cold, were woken. Travelling on the crystal air was a sound to fear in the night - the sound of parents calling out in anguish and loss.
A sound that would even chill the souls of beasts.
I'm not an owl. I'm a wolf. I'll howl. -Arya Stark
... vampire ruler Hin Kahur implemented howler aversion therapy.
Just because we think of wolves (or the wilderness, or another race) as wild and fierce, doesn't mean there isn't another side to them.
Wolf - tis what he is. He's not blackhearted like some men. 'Tis no heart he has at all.
I can't play guitar, but I can sure make it howl.
The wolf exerts a powerful influence on the human imagination. It takes your stare and turns it back on you
It's why real men just go out in the woods and howl. I must do it and get paid.
Throughout the centuries we have projected on to the wolf the qualities we most despise and fear in ourselves.
Like the honey badger, the werewolf takes what it wants.
Something about the howling of a wolf took a man right out of his here and now and left him in a dark forest of the mind, running naked before the pack.
The sensuous ache only deepened as he stared at her. He placed his hands behind his head.
"Make me howl then. I dare you.
The Wolf is never tamed through violence. But rather with a kind, gentle, and above all, patient hand. The most ferocious of beasts see enemies everywhere. They have to in order to live. All they know is how to be attacked and how to fight. They expect treachery from all.
Go to bed, you fool," Calcifer said sleepily. "You're drunk."
"Who, me?" said Howl. "I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober." He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he thought it might escape him unless he kept in touch with it. His bedroom door did escape him.
Wolves are the witches of the animal world.
You can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce ... silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you do with terrible beauty? ...
When have you looked?" said Sophie.
"Oh, how your rears flap and your long nose twitches", Howl croaked.
I am a Wolf.
Quietly, I will endure.
Silently, I will suffer.
Patiently, I will wait.
For I am a Warrior.
And I will Survive.
The beasts' gruesome growls and roars unmistakably sounded like a dare.
Their howls rose to the sky and twisted together until they were on, and the other beasts joined in too, all of their voices creating a wild, plaintive song of sorry and abandon and anger and love.
There are some things a man can't fake, and lethality is one of them - a lapdog might learn to howl, even bare its teeth on occasion, but that don't make it a wolf.
I'm delirious," said Howl. "Spots are crawling before my eyes."
"Those are spiders," said Sophie. "Why can't you cure yourself with a spell?"
"Because there is no cure for a cold," Howl said dolefully.
I need me some wolf loving.
The stumbling weighty hostility of bears, the incorporated rapacity of wolves..
I let a little bit of the wolf show.
Pie in a bed of raw onions. Human skull looking put-upon.
Howl
Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves.
I have been known on occasion to howl at the moon.
into a wolf?" The wary dislike stamped
He picked up the skull and knocked an onion ring out of its eye socket.
"I see Sophie has been busy again. Couldn't you have restrained her, my friend?" The skull yattered its teeth at him. Howl put it down rather hastily.
A little wolf is present in every one of us.
Who fears the wolf should never enter the forest. What?
If you think of the way Howlin' Wolf made records, you get the feeling there wasn't a production manager onsite, or a publicist having his say on how he should sing the songs. When you listen to his records, you feel like you're tapping into his voice.
What Great Beast will have their solitude pierced by your grasping little voices?
By now it was clear that Howl was in a mood to produce green slime any second. Sophie hurriedly put her sewing away. "I'll make some hot buttered toast," she said. "Is that all you can do in the face of tragedy??" Howl asked. "Make toast!
Wolves are so frightening not because of their fangs and claws but because of their intelligence, because of their hunger.
We hear rumors of a man who leads a rebellion in the forest, determined to drive the invader out. It's said wherever wolf howls or hawk cries, he appears.
I closed my mouth in order to cut off the high-pitched keening escaping my lips. Who knew a wolf could scream like a jungle cat?
That night the wind was howling almost like a wolf and there were some real wolves off to the west giving it lessons.
A series of howls and war cries echoed through the camp ... The werewolves and Japanese had attacked.
-pg.353 Forbidden Nights with a Vampire Kerrelyn Sparks
They will be like shadows, they will be like wraiths, gray members of a congregation of nightmare; hark! his long wavering howl ... an aria of fear made audible.
The wolfsong is the sound of the rending you will suffer, in itself a murdering.
Which wolf will win?...
whichever one you feed
A lamb in a city of wolves.
No onslaught more fierce was ever seen in the savage world of beasts, where some desperate small creature armed with little teeth, alone, will spring upon a tower of horn and hide that stands above its fallen mate.
The gaze of the wolf reached into our soul.
Grace: I picked up my sweater from the floor and crawled back into bed. Shoving my pillow aside, I balled up the sweater to use instead.
I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face.
It was almost like he was there.
As night fell, the prehistoric landscape came alive with sound: howling and shrieking, screaming, calling and barking. "I've suddenly realized why all of these animals died out," Scathach
To their rear, a wolf howled, and she wondered if it was her handsome red and ivory beast. Ferghus
I have suckled the wolf's lip of anger and I have used it for illumination, laughter, protection, fire in places where there was no light, no food, no sisters, no quarter.
Remember that you are a wolf. And you cannot be caged.
It came with the wind through the silence of the night, a long, deep mutter, then a rising howl, and then the sad moan in which it died away. Again and again it sounded, the whole air throbbing with it, strident, wild and menacing.
Animals are less alone with roaring than we are with all these words.
Speak of a wolf and you see his tail!
Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.
You mean run away? Wolves don't run from a fight. Rebecca Winters in Lone Wolf Rising
These wolves are more than wolves, Robb. You must know that. I think perhaps the gods sent them to us. Your father's gods, the old gods of the north. Five wolf pups, Robb, five for five Stark children.
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
Now remember courage, go to the door,Open it and see whether coiled on the bedOr cringing by the wall, a savage beastMaybe with golden hair, with deep eyesLike a bearded spider on a sunlit floorWill snarl-and man can never be alone.
FURIES:
Over the beast doomed to the fire
this is the chant, scatter of wits,
frenzy and fear, hurting the heart,
song of the Furies
binding brain and blighting blood
in its stringless melody.
What Wolf began to realize was that
A vile beastly rottenheaded foolbegotten brazenthroated pernicous piggish screaming, tearing, roaring, perplexing, splitmecrackle crashmecriggle insane ass of a woman is practising howling below-stairs with a brute of a singingmaster so horribly, that my head is nearly off.
Stories are the wildest things of all, the monster rumbled. Stories chase and bite and hunt.
A wicked conscience mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.
That's not who you are," Blythe said.
"Who am I?"
"My little wolf." She traced my jaw, the ridge of my knuckles. "All teeth and claws. Cunning, and fierce, and insatiable.
A wolf will growl to warn you that it's angry and a bull will paw the ground before charging. Rattlesnakes rattle, cats moan and hiss, and hyenas grunt and cackle. But a man will smile right in your face as he drives a knife into your heart.
Twilight whippoorwill ... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness
Think wolf; be wolf.Wolf-- Kat Kruger
Wolves are not all the things people want them to be, good or bad, but they've carried with them forever the most baggage.
For your sake I have braved the glen, and had to do with goblin merchant men. Eat me, drink me, love me. Hero, Wolf, make much of me. With clasping arms and cautioning lips, with tingling cheeks and fingertips, cooing all together.
From the dark forest that bordered the soft ploughed fields, came a low cry that did not belong to any animal. It was accompanied by the sound of branches bending and snapping, and the splintering of wood as trees were crushed or toppled onto their sides.
I'm wolf. So shove that down your throat and choke on it.
You'd better run, little bunny ... before the big bad wolf catches you.
step between the gateposts of the forest with the greatest trepidation and infinite precautions, for if you stray from the path for one instant, the wolves will eat you. They are grey as famine, they are as unkind as plague. The
Escape from goblins to be caught by wolves.
Yeah, princess, but we all know that once you go wolf, you don't go back.
The wolf is the arch type of ravin, the beast of waste and desolation.
Just the night before, a puma's howl had set a chill at my spine and, man, life didn't get any richer than that.
If we lose our sanity ... We can but howl the lugubrious howl of idiots, the howl of the utterly lost howling their nowhereness.
I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words. I scatter them ... in time, and space. A message to lead myself here.
Fear makes the wolf seem bigger.
Promise me you'll be careful, my boy." She handed him the pack she'd assembled.
"Don't worry. The Wolf has no interest in me," he said, smiling through his pain. "I'm all gristle.
Faraway a leopard barked that high, dissatisfied deep roar it cuts off so sharply, as if its annoyance is too great to express, can only be appeased.
Only the mountain has lived long enough to listen objectively to the howl of the wolf.
Never fight a wolf in the moonlight, your fingernails will meet with claws, your fear with death then your final breath draws as your red blood pours.
Wild is the music of autumnal winds Amongst the faded woods.
Wolves never look more funny than when they have lost the scent and scrabble to find it again: they hop in the air; they run in circles, they plow up the ground with their noses ...
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf? Jacob Black New Moon
Bloodthirsty, thy name is Momma Wolf.
Wolf?" she whispered. His eyes brightened, wild and hopeful. Releasing Winter, he strode forward. His tumultuous eyes scooped over her. Devoured her. When
We wolves did many things: change, hide, sing underneath a pale, lonely moon - but we never disappeared entirely. Humans disappeared. Humans made monsters out of us.
I realized fear one morning, with the blare of the fox hunter's sound. When they're all chasin' the poor bloody fox, 'tis safer to be dressed like the hound.
Wolves are not our brothers; they are not our subordinates, either. They are another nation, caught up just like us in the complex web of time and life.
My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to approach the place of danger.
I could tell that the wolf thought he had it in the bag, a savage smile curling up the edges of his mouth, when all of a sudden the tree next to ours swung one of its branches over and whacked the ever-loving shit out of that wolf, right on its stupid wolf head.
The wolf who sings alone is not happy.
I am the big bad wolf, sweetheart. Now get your ass up to your room.
The yells and yammering, croaking, gibbering and jabbering, howls and growls and curses, shrieking and shrinking that followed were beyond description. Several hundred wildcats and wolves being roasted slowly alive together would not have compared with it.
This howling mouth, this head which rolls back and tries to escape.
A wolf does not think like a human.