
A short story to honour the beautiful Avro Vulcan which, sometime during the coming week, will fly for the very last time.
This is a companion piece to my earlier story 'Gone'.
This is a companion piece to my earlier story 'Gone'.
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Wolf
Size 120 x 118px
File Size 33 kB
Listed in Folders
Ok, now I'm convinced. You and Vixyy are drawing from the same amazing well of talent and inspiration. You've taken your favorite elements and bound them together seamlessly into a potent mental image that makes my heart race.
For me, wolfsong is a powerful emotional trigger. I've mentioned this before elsewhere. The very word 'howl' is special to me. While it can denote noise made by a machine or a human or even the wind, it only truly serves its purpose when tied to the lamentations of Canis Lupus.
Your story, however, brought the two together in my mind. I'm a fan of anthropomorphics so of course I can be happy with a fox and a wolf flying a beloved plane. Performing such a transformation with a machine as impressive as the Vulcan isn't a stretch, either, and one I'm happy to indulge. You went further, though. Sebastian's love for his plane and the reveal of his true form brought out the soul of the war bird. I could see her, proud and powerful, elegantly precise yet capable of pushing flesh and bone into loosely jumbled chaos.
I could *hear* her matching Sebastian's ecstatic cry. And when you can hear something that profound, it's impossible not to *feel* it.
Bravo, good sir. And thank you.
For me, wolfsong is a powerful emotional trigger. I've mentioned this before elsewhere. The very word 'howl' is special to me. While it can denote noise made by a machine or a human or even the wind, it only truly serves its purpose when tied to the lamentations of Canis Lupus.
Your story, however, brought the two together in my mind. I'm a fan of anthropomorphics so of course I can be happy with a fox and a wolf flying a beloved plane. Performing such a transformation with a machine as impressive as the Vulcan isn't a stretch, either, and one I'm happy to indulge. You went further, though. Sebastian's love for his plane and the reveal of his true form brought out the soul of the war bird. I could see her, proud and powerful, elegantly precise yet capable of pushing flesh and bone into loosely jumbled chaos.
I could *hear* her matching Sebastian's ecstatic cry. And when you can hear something that profound, it's impossible not to *feel* it.
Bravo, good sir. And thank you.
Very frequently these old planes seem to embody far, far more than the sum of their parts. I felt this, strongly, even before I read any Richard Bach. However, that writer's stories cement and explore the idea as few others have.
Sometime the various story elements just gang up on the writer and won't let go till they've been worked out more-or-less amicably on the page. 'Howl' was one of those, and I am tremendously relieved that you found something in it to enjoy. Thank you so much for your generosity, and for understanding what I was trying to convey.
Oh, and I can't help but feel that you paid me an impossible compliment in that second sentence... [blushes]...
Sometime the various story elements just gang up on the writer and won't let go till they've been worked out more-or-less amicably on the page. 'Howl' was one of those, and I am tremendously relieved that you found something in it to enjoy. Thank you so much for your generosity, and for understanding what I was trying to convey.
Oh, and I can't help but feel that you paid me an impossible compliment in that second sentence... [blushes]...
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