The icey winter of this land never ended, it was almost perfect with that fact, the blizzards that stopped hunting and the like was a bit of a problem but with numerous stashes and hides throughout the icepack at its forests, mountains and the like, the wilder was able to survive in this land, living with and off the land, surviving alongside the beasts and creatures that live and hunt in it.
Though he always treaded carefully, he had recently begun starting to feel piercing eyes always watching him, it was always safe to be alert and aware and always a bit thinking of the unexpected.
Though now he was starting to have issues, he built up numerous amounts of supplies, he lost a large number during the avalanche but he was able to recover quite a lot of the cache’s due to them being buried or hidden and being able to then roughly locate and dig to them by looking for landmarks that still survived to allow himself to hone in on the locations.
He had gathered more and more scars recently, wounds across his hands, these were marks of shame and mistakes, something to remind you what you did wrong and that you were lucky to still be alive, they were marks of ones failure.
He had begun contemplating more and more where his existence would lead him, from what it seemed even though he counted his age in cycles that people depending on their lifestyle at most 30-40 years for the type of background that was not wealthy, he had lived at least 40 cycles roughly that he remembered even in tiny little pieces, though he suspected he was even older than that, he would most likely fade and die before he got a chance to pass on his knowledge of the lands, this lifestyle was not for the soft or kind hearted, you had to be steeled and prepared to die alone in the freezing cold, he didn’t have a family, well I guess it could be said he didn’t have a family up in till a few months ago, he had been ditched with some weird mix of an animal, a rabbit wolf a blend of rabbit and wolf known as a Shevika, though if it couldn’t keep up he would stop feeding it, it was very useful to have a creature that had greater senses than one’s self.
But it was onto Vodarara’s objective for now, he was aiming to search and discover a location, that he could set up as a primary base, it would act as a main storage point, it would need to allow him to travel in every direction and allow him to observe the wilderness, it meant climbing and searching, it would take a good while, he believed.
Vodarara had no wish for any wealth or power, though he saw it in many of the eyes of other humanoids, maybe he was mad well he most likely was, what type of being could put up with this.
Vodarara had packed his equipment, his bow unslung and was ready to begin his search through the wilds, this time of searching should allow him time to gather more experience and ability, there was no end to improvement if you believed you were a master you were a fool, if you became naïve, you would die because of the greed and gluttony that you had.
His ideas of payback for the theft of one of his grandest prey, had started to decrease and change, he would admit he held respect for the blue haired giant called Asisiak, a powerful creature that should not be trifled with and for her respect and love of her land, he couldn’t help but respect that, it would be a great shame if that changed.
Change was always to be sensed it ran in the lay lines of the wilds, you could feel the pulse of life that spread, the aura’s of beings, it was odd for them to change, the air the pressure around something, It had happened to a few beings he had passed, though he would not look into why doing such would mean stepping into the devils cauldron and he knew that he couldn’t beat Asisiak at least not in a grounded fight.
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WC: 720
720/2000 word minimum
Though he always treaded carefully, he had recently begun starting to feel piercing eyes always watching him, it was always safe to be alert and aware and always a bit thinking of the unexpected.
Though now he was starting to have issues, he built up numerous amounts of supplies, he lost a large number during the avalanche but he was able to recover quite a lot of the cache’s due to them being buried or hidden and being able to then roughly locate and dig to them by looking for landmarks that still survived to allow himself to hone in on the locations.
He had gathered more and more scars recently, wounds across his hands, these were marks of shame and mistakes, something to remind you what you did wrong and that you were lucky to still be alive, they were marks of ones failure.
He had begun contemplating more and more where his existence would lead him, from what it seemed even though he counted his age in cycles that people depending on their lifestyle at most 30-40 years for the type of background that was not wealthy, he had lived at least 40 cycles roughly that he remembered even in tiny little pieces, though he suspected he was even older than that, he would most likely fade and die before he got a chance to pass on his knowledge of the lands, this lifestyle was not for the soft or kind hearted, you had to be steeled and prepared to die alone in the freezing cold, he didn’t have a family, well I guess it could be said he didn’t have a family up in till a few months ago, he had been ditched with some weird mix of an animal, a rabbit wolf a blend of rabbit and wolf known as a Shevika, though if it couldn’t keep up he would stop feeding it, it was very useful to have a creature that had greater senses than one’s self.
But it was onto Vodarara’s objective for now, he was aiming to search and discover a location, that he could set up as a primary base, it would act as a main storage point, it would need to allow him to travel in every direction and allow him to observe the wilderness, it meant climbing and searching, it would take a good while, he believed.
Vodarara had no wish for any wealth or power, though he saw it in many of the eyes of other humanoids, maybe he was mad well he most likely was, what type of being could put up with this.
Vodarara had packed his equipment, his bow unslung and was ready to begin his search through the wilds, this time of searching should allow him time to gather more experience and ability, there was no end to improvement if you believed you were a master you were a fool, if you became naïve, you would die because of the greed and gluttony that you had.
His ideas of payback for the theft of one of his grandest prey, had started to decrease and change, he would admit he held respect for the blue haired giant called Asisiak, a powerful creature that should not be trifled with and for her respect and love of her land, he couldn’t help but respect that, it would be a great shame if that changed.
Change was always to be sensed it ran in the lay lines of the wilds, you could feel the pulse of life that spread, the aura’s of beings, it was odd for them to change, the air the pressure around something, It had happened to a few beings he had passed, though he would not look into why doing such would mean stepping into the devils cauldron and he knew that he couldn’t beat Asisiak at least not in a grounded fight.
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WC: 720
720/2000 word minimum