Imagery in White Fang

"Once the cub sprang in and sank his teeth into the hind leg of the lynx. He clung on, growling savagely. Though he did not know it, by the weight of his body he clogged the action of the leg and thereby saved his mother much damage. A change in the battle crushed him under both their bodies and wrenched loose his hold. The next moment the two mothers separated, and, before they rushed together again, the lynx lashed out at cub with a huge fore-paw hurtling sidewise against the wall. Then was added to the uproar the cub`s shrill yelp of pain and fright. But the fight lasted so long that he had time to cry himself out and to experience a second long burst of courage; and the end of the battle found him clinging to a hind leg and furiously growling between his teeth."        (Page 165 Chapter 8 )

"The hair bristled up on the gray cub`s back, but it bristled silently. He did not know that this thing that sniffed was a thing at which to bristle? It was born of any knowledge of his, yet it was the visible expression of the fear that was in him, and for which, in his own life, there was no accounting. But fear was accompanied by another instinct-that of concealment. The cub was in a frenzy of terror, yet he lay without movement or sound, frozen, petrified into immobility, to all appearances dead. His mother, coming home, growled as she smelled the wolverine`s track, and bounded into the cave and licked and nuzzled him with undue vehemence of affection. And the cub felt that somehow he had escaped a great hurt." (Chapter 7 Page 153-154)

"He encountered a feathered whirlwind. He was confused and blinded by the rush of it and the beat of angry wings. He hid his head between his paws and yelped. The blows increased. The mother ptarmigan was in a fury. Then he became angry. He rose up, snarling, striking out with his paws. He sank his tiny teeth into one of the wings and pulled and tugged sturdily. The ptarmigan struggled against him, showering blows upon him with her free wing. It was his first battle. He was elated. He forgot all about the unknown. He no longer was afraid of anything. He was fighting, tearing at a live thing that was striking at him. Also, this live thing was meat. The lust to kill was on him. He had just destroyed little live things. He would now destroy a big live thing. He was too busy and happy to know that he was happy. He was thrilling and exulting in ways new to him and greater to him than any he had known before"(Chapter 7 Pages 158-159)

"But he had early discovered that one wall of his world was different from the rest. This was the mouth of the cave and the source of light. He had discovered that it was different from the other walls long before he had any thoughts of his own, any conscious volitions. It had been an irresistible attraction before his eyes opened and looked upon it. The light from it had beat upon his sealed lids, and the eyes and the optic nerves had pulsated a little, sparklike flashes, warm-colored and strangely pleasing. The life of his body, and of every fiber of his body, the life that was apart from his own personal life, had yearned toward this light and urged his body toward it in the same way that he cunning chemistry of a plant urges it toward the sun." (Chapter 6 Page 148)

"At first he snarled and tried to fight; but he was very young, and this was only his first day in the world, and his snarl became a whimper, his fight a struggle to escape. The weasel never relaxed her hold. She hung on, striving to press down with her teeth to the great vein where his life blood bubbled. The weasel was a drinker of blood, and it was ever her preference to drink from the throat of life itself." (Chapter 7 Page 161)

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2 years ago
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This is a really cool tack!

2 years ago
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I agree with "feathered whirlwind" because i can really see how white fang moves quickly.

2 years ago
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it`s a alpacalypse!!!!!!

2 years ago
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The pictures go really well with your imagery.

2 years ago
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@Sheamus thanks

2 years ago
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Jenna go great with your imagery and I like your imagery sentence especially with the wall of light imagery paragraph.

2 years ago
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@lexi2001 Thank you

2 years ago
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am I the only one who didnt choose doctor who

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yay internet

2 years ago
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"Vehemence of affection"- Great Imagery! Lets the reader imagine a little bit, too.