I Come From The Land Where The Trees Fly West
Ruin and Haiku!
Professor
02-13-2021, 04:06 PM
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Áskell bounded through the snow with a stick in his mouth. His magpie, Kári, took to the skies above as the young wolf worked his way down the eastern side of Mount Volkan and to the river below. He'd turn a year old in spring and he just couldn't wait. With that milestone would come a lot more freedom and in his mind he'd be basically a grown up and could do whatever he wanted. He also planned to talk to their leader about being a warrior. He was sure he was strong enough! Áskell set the stick down and bent his head at the river to drink before gazing out across the band of water. The narrower parts of the river were frozen over though the water still ran underneath. It was almost like a bridge. Áskell eyed the ice for a moment then tested it with his paw. When it didn't crack he took another step and then another. He took a moment to grab his stick and then started working his way across to see what lay on the other side. All was well until he was half way across. That's when he heard the first crack. Uh oh… he looked down to see the fine, spider web lines radiating out from his paw. He took a step back but that cracked to. Well, shit… "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |