skylight dripped over the distant chain of mountains and blanketed her bed of furs in crisp morning sunlight. the dawn brought a peaceful quiet, her trio of acolytes tangled limb-in-limb to stave off the night's cold bite.
she'd risen earlier than the rest, a kiss placed atop the head of one before she slipped free of the camp and to a nearby stream. there she drank until thirst was no more, a few stray droplets pooling past her lips and falling back to the calm water below.
she considered returning to rest again, but opted instead to set off in search of something to eat, an endeavor she rarely had to partake in alone. and so with swift steps shamura slipped further off, mindful to stay within calling distance of the sleeping three.
she'd risen earlier than the rest, a kiss placed atop the head of one before she slipped free of the camp and to a nearby stream. there she drank until thirst was no more, a few stray droplets pooling past her lips and falling back to the calm water below.
she considered returning to rest again, but opted instead to set off in search of something to eat, an endeavor she rarely had to partake in alone. and so with swift steps shamura slipped further off, mindful to stay within calling distance of the sleeping three.
September 21, 2025, 05:20 AM
(This post was last modified: September 21, 2025, 05:21 AM by Blackfell.)
— blackfell moves in a slow lumber across the empty peak.
a bitterness lives like iron under his tongue and will not dissolve no matter what combs over the ridge and wipes away the scent of winsook.
nova peak is a ledger and he knows what is written in it: weakness. he reads it again as he descends, recalling memories bitterly from a war he shall never forget. they had turned their backs when darukaal called. when sun eater struck for his wife, their hands went not to steel but to salve. mercy for saatsine.
why does he come to nova peak? it is not to gloat. it is not to reminisce, no, certainly not. maybe, just maybe, to ensure skorpa and ayovi do not return.
blackfell moves along the slope. each step a muted thud pressed into old ground and stone, and then the mountainous brute trails along the winding river. there, the lingering, fresh scent of a woman. he must have missed her presence in the mid of his brooding.
his head swivels, and he takes off in a trot after her trail.
a bitterness lives like iron under his tongue and will not dissolve no matter what combs over the ridge and wipes away the scent of winsook.
nova peak is a ledger and he knows what is written in it: weakness. he reads it again as he descends, recalling memories bitterly from a war he shall never forget. they had turned their backs when darukaal called. when sun eater struck for his wife, their hands went not to steel but to salve. mercy for saatsine.
why does he come to nova peak? it is not to gloat. it is not to reminisce, no, certainly not. maybe, just maybe, to ensure skorpa and ayovi do not return.
blackfell moves along the slope. each step a muted thud pressed into old ground and stone, and then the mountainous brute trails along the winding river. there, the lingering, fresh scent of a woman. he must have missed her presence in the mid of his brooding.
his head swivels, and he takes off in a trot after her trail.
— “norse“ ·
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September 24, 2025, 09:02 PM
the peak is bountiful with life, bighorn ewe's with their lambs lay nestled ahead, though the scent of a mountain lion soon stills her steps. a drifting thought brings a smile to serpentine lips, of how she would very much enjoy adding such a fine fur to her collection. but the thought fades as quickly as it materialized, and in the next step she is pivoted away from the stench of cat, and off toward something more conquerable.
a whiff on beaten trails and broken shrubbery lay tales of a life once lived upon the lone summit. many were here once, then many became few. she paused to add her own aroma to the cocktail of scents, before swiftly continuing on once more.
in the next few moments shamura was presented with the musk of a badger and was eager to pursue after it when suddenly the wind shifted and the aroma of a man became so much more alluring. a slate nose wriggled at the wafting scent, a moment of consideration given on which prey she'd make a meal out of today. man or monster? she took a step forward, tongue snaking out to give a quick lick of her lips.
perhaps with any luck, she'd get both.
a whiff on beaten trails and broken shrubbery lay tales of a life once lived upon the lone summit. many were here once, then many became few. she paused to add her own aroma to the cocktail of scents, before swiftly continuing on once more.
in the next few moments shamura was presented with the musk of a badger and was eager to pursue after it when suddenly the wind shifted and the aroma of a man became so much more alluring. a slate nose wriggled at the wafting scent, a moment of consideration given on which prey she'd make a meal out of today. man or monster? she took a step forward, tongue snaking out to give a quick lick of her lips.
perhaps with any luck, she'd get both.
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