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tanhayee - Aditya - September 19, 2021
some called this place 'ghost lion crag.' he wouldn't know it, but if he heard it, he'd understand. it was desolate, devoid of life. even the trees and shrubbery that grew along its ridges were sparse and anemic; he felt the same, wasting away with every step.
and as he reached the top, a word floated across his mind—
tanhayee. alone.
he was alone, and been so for a long time. at first, when he'd left, he'd considered it another expedition, a journey upon which to embark and after which he'd return to some semblance of home. that was how it always had been (the ones in his life had always been too forgiving of his wanderlust).
now, as he stared over the hinterlands, the awful truth began to dawn upon him.
just like the trees and shrubs here, he, too, would die alone.
tanhayee.
the wind cut fiercely through his plush pelt, his eyes streaming on the breeze. he didn't know whether he wept for himself or for all the others he'd left behind.
RE: tanhayee - Inutsuk - September 21, 2021
[size=small]The world is an unforgiving place. Day after day, an immense amount of effort is demanded just to survive. Seasons change. The air grows humid or frigid — whichever mother nature decides. Is it hard? Yes. But as for impossible... never. At least, not for those who know how to survive. [/size]
[size=small]Through recent days it seemed there are few of those; survivors. Morte happens to be one of those few. Granted, he's been doing it for most of his life. Living alone... hunting alone... sleeping alone. It was second nature. Sure there are times he often wondered what it would be like to have a friend or a family. But is it likely? Probably not.[/size]
[size=small]The lands upon which he walked were bare. No tracks. No prey to be seen or smelt for miles. He began to think towards the reason by what led him here, but no ideas came to mind. Sometimes when you're alone, the world doesn't seem as small. Paws carry the body aimlessly, with no set location of where to go or whom to see. You're free to go wherever you like — to see what scenery mother nature has to offer. It seems nice. Sometimes it is.[/size]