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✢ Natural blood-stained blond - Sega - September 25, 2025
Sega stood like a carved stone at the valley’s rim, broad shoulders braced against the bite of night wind. Below him, the herd shifted and breathed, their bodies a dark tide against the pale earth. They were restless, but they were his now— held in place not by fences nor flame, but by the iron of his will.
His scars caught the moonlight, pale marks of survival that only deepened the authority in his stance. Every movement of the caribou and elk was met with the weight of his stare, a silent command that pressed them inward, held them tight to the basin. They would not scatter. Not while he stood watch.
The valley belonged to them for now— to him, to @Svana, and those who lingered near in shadow. He would see it so, with every step, every breath, every silent decree laid down upon this land.
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RE: ✢ Natural blood-stained blond - Sky Eater - September 26, 2025
— the cold lives in sky eater like marrow and tonight it welcomes him back.
the north is sharp against his face, every breath tearing down his throat until it aches, but it feels like home.
the boy moving through the roaming land with a slow hungering, ears canting to the familiar grumbling of his belly.
but kuxataqsa’s attention is soon soured, and angled elsewhere. stolen by the scent of masculine. he finds a pale figure standing against the valley rim, with broad shoulders braced like stone.
the adolescent bristles at the sight.
RE: ✢ Natural blood-stained blond - Sega - September 27, 2025
Sega felt it before he saw it—the press of another presence, young and raw, spilling into the valley air like an untrained note. His fur rose instinctively along his shoulders, pale guard hairs lifted into the sharp wind. The herd shifted in the distance, uneasy beneath the weight of two hunters instead of one.
His eyes cut toward the boy, fiery youth bristling with the boldness of hunger and the edge of defiance. Sega held himself steady, wide shoulders set against the earth, icy gaze unyielding. This valley was not a place for rash teeth and foolish charges. Not while he guarded its herds.
The cold bit deep, but it steadied him. He was carved from it—bone, blood, and breath alike. He said nothing at first, only let the heavy silence stretch between them, a warning carried on the stillness. When at last he moved, it was the slow turn of his head, the faint shift of his stance, making clear without words: this land, these herds, were under his eye. The boy would not move unseen.
RE: ✢ Natural blood-stained blond - Sky Eater - September 29, 2025
— the wind gnaws at his ribs. his coat is thinner than it should be, torn at the hips, ragged from travel. his paws are cracked, raw from frost. but he stands firm.
the cold only feeds him. he was raised in it. raised by wolves who loved war.
sky huffs.
i not here...his ears cant backwards as he struggles to piece the words together.
challenge?
he’s too thin to fight a full-grown buck but likewise too proud to run if this man comes for him.
RE: ✢ Natural blood-stained blond - Sega - September 29, 2025
Sega’s ears tipped, a scoff pulling sharp from his chest.
Hn. No. I not fight young,he rumbled, words broken on his tongue. His pale gaze cut through the thin boy, not enemy, not yet man.
Strong come… when season come. Not now.
He turned, tail a sweep like command. Heavy paws led toward the carcass, the musk of elk still thick in the air, blood stiff in the frost. Sega lowered himself beside it, great frame folding into stillness.
Eat,he told him, voice coarse as he picked at the scabs of his paws. No trade. No threat. Only this. His eyes stayed on the boy, holding like guard.
Body need first. then spirit grow.
RE: ✢ Natural blood-stained blond - Sky Eater - November 10, 2025
his gut coils, heat rising sharp in his throat, something bitter and wild and ashamed.
he has gone too long without.
sky eater is a survivor, hardened by the wilds around them.
but the smell of blood crawls into him and his body answers before his pride can stop it. the adolescent steps forward and presses with cautious footfalls, ears sloughing back against his pale head.
the carcass is tempting. it steams faintly in the moonlight, ribs split wide. the scent is thick enough to drown in.
his teeth sink into frozen meat with a sound like tearing hide. he eats fast, eyes flicking up once, then down again. only after the fifth or sixth mouthful does he sit back on his haunches, licking blood from his teeth, breath fogging in the cold.
i thank.
RE: ✢ Natural blood-stained blond - Sega - November 11, 2025
sega watched him feed, breath ghosting through the cold. the sound of teeth on hide was harsh, honest. he did not interrupt. hunger was a kind of prayer.
when the boy finally stopped, sega’s head lifted slightly. his voice came rough from his chest, half growl, half wind.
good,he said, the word thick with weight.
you eat. not die tonight.
silence stretched, filled by the scrape of claws against frozen earth.
after a moment, his gaze found the boy again.
you hunt alone long time,sega said. not a question. a knowing.
world make you lean. cold make you sharp. but not all storm meant to fight alone.
he tore a piece of meat for himself, chewing slow, and let the words fall upon him liek snowdrift.
wind carry name. what it call you, boy?
RE: ✢ Natural blood-stained blond - Sky Eater - November 11, 2025
he blinks slow, tongue rasping blood from the edge of his maw, and lifts his head only when the man speaks again. his ears twitch, not quite a flinch.
this man... he is not like others he has met.
to his words, the boy does not nod, does not answer, for he doesn’t have to. this man sees it. sees him. right through him! and it brings a filthy, uncomfortable prickle roaming along his grey pelt.
he watches sega with a long stare, then tips his chin, voice low and unpolished:
i... born c'ede' ghatggehi lanzadoii.such a name that rolls from him with scorn. evident by the lash of his tail, the furrow of his brow.
then:
i become kuxa̱taqsa.his chest rises with it. like the name makes him bigger. it is his father's name. his mother's name. and he is meant to carry it, regardless of circumstance.
sky eater.
RE: ✢ Natural blood-stained blond - Sega - November 11, 2025
sky eater,he repeated, tasting it, low in his throat.
strong name.
he shifted, the heavy frame of him easing to sit. for a while he said nothing, only watched the boy’s breath fog against the cold.
then, softer,
i am sega, toshkah. of big sky. hunter of great sky now.his tongue worked over the shape of his own name like a small promise.
his gaze lingered, steady and unjudging.
your family… where they?a pause, heavy as the quiet between storms.
river take? or war?
he turned his head toward the wind, eyes narrowing as the horizon stretched pale and endless.
great sky not leave child to storm.
RE: ✢ Natural blood-stained blond - Sky Eater - November 11, 2025
leave.sky eater murmurs.
his voice, maturing still against the wind and bitten by adolescence, is hard. unceremonious. he does not bleed the story of his bloodline's downfall, the war that had scourged his homelands.
the boy swallows stiffly, looking to sega, as he looks away. over the roaming herds of his lands, the stretching horizon in the distance. his gaze follows, lingering coldly.
father take me. mother abandon.he pauses.
then father leave too.
as though possessed by something else, sky eater rises to his paws, approaching stiffly. his nostrils flaring, breathing in the thick scent of the older male for the first time yet. in those dull yellow eyes of his, there glimmers youth.
i stay?he asks.
RE: ✢ Natural blood-stained blond - Sega - November 13, 2025
sega’s ears tipped, slow, taking in the boy’s words without flinch or question. the story was thin, but the pain behind it was not. he had heard its shape before— in storms, in orphans, in himself.
he dipped his head once, a firm nod.
you stay,he said, voice rough but sure.
hn. no pup walk alone under great sky.
sky eater’s scent brushed his nose— cold, hungry, stubborn, alive. sega held still, letting the boy take him in, letting trust settle the way snow settles: quiet, gradual, ultimately inevitable.
i watch you,he said simply.
teach you. mother not leave you again.
then, with a flick of his tail— an invitation, not command:
come.
RE: ✢ Natural blood-stained blond - Sky Eater - November 14, 2025
the man says he will watch him. teach him.
sky eater’s brows furrow, not in any confusion or disdain, but instead, thought. he contemplates how he has found himself here.
but what other horizon glows with such dawn? where do the herds graze so peacefully? this is the closest to his heritage he might remain.
he nods, following after the plains colored wolf. ears flicking curiously, attuning himself now to his new surroundings.
his new home.