September 16, 2025, 04:03 AM
(This post was last modified: September 16, 2025, 04:04 AM by Sven.)
Sven hadn't left. He was the only one left. Lost here. Suspended in time. In a place he was beginning to hate as much as love. But he kept the borders. He hunted. A stone prince of nothing. If his mother could see him now.
Today he felt the chill. Fall was almost here and on it's tail would be winter. And he was unsure if he could survive. He hunted daily always killing 2 of everything if he could. One to keep one to store. But would it be enough?
Today was no different. He walked slowly back into the circle. Mouth full of 2 weasels. Grey eyes watching. But something was different.
A smell both different and familiar he followed it and chuffed cautiously as he caught sight of someone light colored.
Ears forward. Mouth full of weasel. Grey gaze curious.
Today he felt the chill. Fall was almost here and on it's tail would be winter. And he was unsure if he could survive. He hunted daily always killing 2 of everything if he could. One to keep one to store. But would it be enough?
Today was no different. He walked slowly back into the circle. Mouth full of 2 weasels. Grey eyes watching. But something was different.
A smell both different and familiar he followed it and chuffed cautiously as he caught sight of someone light colored.
Ears forward. Mouth full of weasel. Grey gaze curious.
Because he was raised speaking both Icelandic and English. He has a slight accent when he speaks English
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