White Fang Imagery

The jaw gave the impression of ferocious determination. Perhaps the jaw was too large. Beauty Smith was known far and wide as the weakest of weak-kneed and snivelling cowards. To complete his description, his teeth were large and yellow, while the two eye teeth, larger than their fellows showed under his lean lips like fangs. His eyes were yellow and muddy, as though Nature had run short on pigments and squeezed together the dregs of all her tubes. It was the same with his hair, sparse and irregular of growth, muddy-yellow and dirty-yellow, rising on his head and sprouting out of his face in unexpected  tufts and bunches, in appearance like lumped and wind-blown grain. The clay of him had been so molded in the making.

White Fang had never seen such a dog (it was a mastiff); but the size and fierce aspect of the intruder did not deter him. Here was something, not wood nor iron, upon which to wreak his hate. He leaped with a flash of fangs that ripped down the side of the mastiff's neck. The mastiff shook his head, growled hoarsely, and plunged at White Fang. But White Fang was here, there, everywhere, always evading and eluding, and always leaping in and slashing with his fangs and leaping out again in time to escape punishment.

It was so much added fuel to the flame of his fierceness. There could be but one result, and that was that his ferocity fed upon itself and increased. It was another instance of the plasticity of his clay, of his capacity for being molded by the pressure of the environment.

Beauty Smith strode into camp and stood over White Fang. He snarled softly up at the thing of fear, watching keenly the deportment of the hands. One hand extended outward and began to descend upon his head. His soft snarl grew tense and harsh. The hand continued slowly to descend, while he crouched beneath it, eying it malignantly, his snarl growing shorter and shorter as, with quickening breath, it approached its culmination. Suddenly he snapped, striking with his fangs like a snake. The hand was jerked back, and the teeth came together emptily with a sharp click.

Beauty Smith slipped the chain from his neck and stepped back. For once White Fang did not make an immediate attack. He stood still, ears pricked forward, alert and curious, surveying the strange animal that faced him.

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2 years ago
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I really liked your first example. It had a lot of strong imagery. Good job :)

2 years ago
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i liked all of yours, but in the first one i think you missed a little bit of the imagery such as this " in appearance like lumped and wind-blown grain" other than that it was great!

2 years ago
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I loved the imagery in the first example! The description of Beauty Smith was really strong. Good job!😊

2 years ago
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I like you pictures and examples a lot! Nice job!

2 years ago
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Nice examples anjali! I thought they were cool

2 years ago
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really good pictures they go good with your imagery paragraphs

2 years ago
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The first selection was very philosophical.

2 years ago
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Nice examples and lthought your pictures were awesome!