she cut through the overcast night. restless in a way that was becoming too much to burden others with.
one might consider it thoughtful that she took herself beyond the ridge to air out such a mood. she did not know what she considered it. selfish, perhaps, as most actions she took came to be.
somewhere down below a creature stirred.
she dared to press her course higher and higher. desired to lord over the land for but a moment in time. to taste power again like honey and berries.
yet her brain could imagine only the taste of rot and meat.
wordlessly, she expressed her frustrations into the air. a guttural churning of sounds.
one might consider it thoughtful that she took herself beyond the ridge to air out such a mood. she did not know what she considered it. selfish, perhaps, as most actions she took came to be.
somewhere down below a creature stirred.
she dared to press her course higher and higher. desired to lord over the land for but a moment in time. to taste power again like honey and berries.
yet her brain could imagine only the taste of rot and meat.
wordlessly, she expressed her frustrations into the air. a guttural churning of sounds.
Yesterday, 11:51 PM
Relocation gave Raiyuk plenty of reason to stretch his legs, and he was glad to have a job that fit in well with his curiosity. While his father investigated a plateau on the other side of the mountains the young hunter pushed further and further, enjoying the passing of scenery.
Scents of animals he recognized came along and drew him through the forest, to the rising paths of a mountain that made him think of Moonglow; and so he climbed without worry until a series of odd sounds made him slow, and stop, and listen.
Was some mythical beast hiding here? It was a fanciful notion the likes of which Raiyuk was not prone to, but it sprang to life for him all the same.
Scents of animals he recognized came along and drew him through the forest, to the rising paths of a mountain that made him think of Moonglow; and so he climbed without worry until a series of odd sounds made him slow, and stop, and listen.
Was some mythical beast hiding here? It was a fanciful notion the likes of which Raiyuk was not prone to, but it sprang to life for him all the same.
Yesterday, 11:55 PM
her sounds did not cease at once. she drew them out, she allowed herself to feel how sound rippled through her chest with grinding vibrations.
yet when she did become silent it was all at once. no wind down, no easing of the sounds.
a good eye looked for what stirred beneath moonlight. she did not bother to hide the movements of her steps now. winding and weaving, eager to descend upon whatever had caught her attention.
she had not yet realized it to be a man.
yet when she did become silent it was all at once. no wind down, no easing of the sounds.
a good eye looked for what stirred beneath moonlight. she did not bother to hide the movements of her steps now. winding and weaving, eager to descend upon whatever had caught her attention.
she had not yet realized it to be a man.
The gradient of stone through grove to embankment was steep and given an edge by the moonlight, and as the cacophony came to a sudden cease Raiyuk began to stride again up the knife's edge left in the gloaming.
There was something coming. He knew it in the prickle of hairs upon his nape. It was a feeling he had only held a few times during this short life, and Raiyuk was made wary. He was attuned to his instincts moreso as a seal hunter and trader, or so he had been raised to believe. He trusted himself; so as there came the increasing sound of approach he turned to confront whatever it was.
He certainly did not expect what he saw, flowing like molten gold along the ridge towards him. The boy wasn't entirely certain what he witnessed in the moment—and wasn't sure how to respond, caught thus by surprise.
There was something coming. He knew it in the prickle of hairs upon his nape. It was a feeling he had only held a few times during this short life, and Raiyuk was made wary. He was attuned to his instincts moreso as a seal hunter and trader, or so he had been raised to believe. He trusted himself; so as there came the increasing sound of approach he turned to confront whatever it was.
He certainly did not expect what he saw, flowing like molten gold along the ridge towards him. The boy wasn't entirely certain what he witnessed in the moment—and wasn't sure how to respond, caught thus by surprise.
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