He had walked many miles South, through meadows of ice and snow.
Eventually, the snow started to fade from the landscape as the male wolf kept on his journey, leaving the taiga behind. When he finally stepped into the northern border of the Sunspire Mountains, there was no white: only a barren land of ash and loosen earth swirling with the gale; a torment to Amaguq's sole eye. The air was heavy with electricity, its scent harbinger of a storm to come.
The few trees lie scattered across the scarred land, naked, dry, distorted by the strong winds, bark filled with scars, some of them displaying black burnt patches, or burnt as a whole, beyond any chance of recovering.
But there is one tree in there, an ancient one, who endured more than any other: its wide trunk was sliced in half by a thunderbolt a couple of years ago. And yet, surprisingly, the broken tree still lives. Amaguq could feel it.
To anywhere he looked, he could see the few residents of that place struggle to survive the inhospitable land: from the trees to the bugs, to the prying vultures and the slim foxes who happen to pass by.
The battle between life and adversity is a constant, and every living being is tossed to the odds. Amaguq fell in love with it!
A couple of meters ahead, he found a skull, half-buried by the ash: he recognized it, purely by its shape, as being the one of a fallen doe. Her scent was long gone, overtaken by the bittersweet scent of death. Amaguq crouched to sharp his teeth on it for a while.
Eventually, the snow started to fade from the landscape as the male wolf kept on his journey, leaving the taiga behind. When he finally stepped into the northern border of the Sunspire Mountains, there was no white: only a barren land of ash and loosen earth swirling with the gale; a torment to Amaguq's sole eye. The air was heavy with electricity, its scent harbinger of a storm to come.
The few trees lie scattered across the scarred land, naked, dry, distorted by the strong winds, bark filled with scars, some of them displaying black burnt patches, or burnt as a whole, beyond any chance of recovering.
But there is one tree in there, an ancient one, who endured more than any other: its wide trunk was sliced in half by a thunderbolt a couple of years ago. And yet, surprisingly, the broken tree still lives. Amaguq could feel it.
To anywhere he looked, he could see the few residents of that place struggle to survive the inhospitable land: from the trees to the bugs, to the prying vultures and the slim foxes who happen to pass by.
The battle between life and adversity is a constant, and every living being is tossed to the odds. Amaguq fell in love with it!
A couple of meters ahead, he found a skull, half-buried by the ash: he recognized it, purely by its shape, as being the one of a fallen doe. Her scent was long gone, overtaken by the bittersweet scent of death. Amaguq crouched to sharp his teeth on it for a while.
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A beautiful, dangerous land - by Amaguq - February 26, 2021, 10:53 AM
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