dawn has settled over the wilds, painting the steep, ridged peak in a golden and milky pink glow. the night spent in the southern part of the evergreen forest that peppers the mount's base was chilly and frost dusts everything in polarys' sight. he puffs his chest, steeling his shoulders and giving a low shiver. his winter pelage is thick and coarse and it's kept him warm enough through the night but he knows that he cannot spend too many nights out in the open. he will have to find shelter ...or in an extreme alternative a pack soon. he lets out a low huff, breath pushing from betwixt his lips in a writhing wisp of steam and he stretches, loosening muscles stiff from a tense slumber.
he sets about settling the rumble in his stomach, finding and extracting the small mountain goat he'd taken down hours previous and hidden. his sleep hadn't been long, nor overly restful — but he was lone and he had to prioritize survival over a full night's sleep. he noses through the sinew and flesh, coloring his muzzle with streaks of crimson as he eats. he tries to pick and choose, not sure how long he'll have to make this carcass last him. another meal, he thinks. perhaps two, if he lets nothing go to waste.
he can't afford to let any part of it go to waste, he thinks as he takes another bite, ears alert atop his skull, always vigilant for tell-tale sounds of another.
he sets about settling the rumble in his stomach, finding and extracting the small mountain goat he'd taken down hours previous and hidden. his sleep hadn't been long, nor overly restful — but he was lone and he had to prioritize survival over a full night's sleep. he noses through the sinew and flesh, coloring his muzzle with streaks of crimson as he eats. he tries to pick and choose, not sure how long he'll have to make this carcass last him. another meal, he thinks. perhaps two, if he lets nothing go to waste.
he can't afford to let any part of it go to waste, he thinks as he takes another bite, ears alert atop his skull, always vigilant for tell-tale sounds of another.
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“his name tasted of marrow and fire,
of wisping smoke, of immortality and power
and the raspy whisper of darkness.”
of wisping smoke, of immortality and power
and the raspy whisper of darkness.”
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divinity will stain your fingers and mouth like a pomegranate - by Polarys - November 03, 2018, 09:59 AM
RE: divinity will stain your fingers and mouth like a pomegranate - by Takiyok - November 07, 2018, 07:20 PM
RE: divinity will stain your fingers and mouth like a pomegranate - by Polarys - November 11, 2018, 04:46 AM
RE: divinity will stain your fingers and mouth like a pomegranate - by Takiyok - November 12, 2018, 08:37 PM