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Ouroboros Spine Soldier keep on marching on - Printable Version

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Soldier keep on marching on - Nasamik - December 28, 2022

For @Mojag 

The days came and went quickly. It felt as though Moonglow had been her home for longer. But alas, it had not.

She felt comfortable here, though. That was what mattered.

Once she'd finally settled in her new ulaq, the decor work could begin. 

As of recently, Nasamik had already gathered a few new prizes. Fox, rabbit, and a young wildcat. The latter hadn't been too difficult too acquire, despite the doubts. She'd come across the creature's carcass moments after it had been killed by happenstance. And in being so recently deceased, it was an easy catch to salvage.

A small pile of uncured pelts now lay just outside of her ulaq. She'd just finished soaking them, ridding them of any last drop of blood and stench, and now leaving them out to dry. It was tedious work, but beneficial in the end.



RE: Soldier keep on marching on - T.K. - February 18, 2023

in days so soon after regaining consciousness, runnerdog did little running and much worrying.

smell of wolfbeasts was in every hard edge and soft curve, under and on top of everything, and every meal squirrely chewed was laced with it. 

howls and growls and snarls and strange barks woke himher up from light nonsleep.

every snout that poked in caused a spike of fear.

so runnerdog hid in the dark, under furs in the back of kukutux's little dirtstone home, waiting for legs to heal and spring to come.

but runnerdog couldn't hide so long. dark made fear worse and air was stale like the earth held it with mouth closed and some mornings when eyes opened to all of it only thought was how bad it would hurt when the dirtstone house fell and crushed herhim.

so runnerdog exited.

meandering very slow trough snow, stepping careful to hot hide any sound.

nose guided himher to what was easily assumed were leftovers from a meal.

tk raised herhis head looked right left and behind - coast was clear.

forgetting every advice not to overeat, hehse began chewing on a fuzzy skin.