nothing ventured, nothing gained
06-08-2022, 03:05 PM
He had washed ashore up north. The seas had been treacherous. Torben knew his makeshift raft hadn't the strength to sail around the world, but he had accepted his death all the same. When it did not come, he thanked whatever gods looked down on him here. Leaving the broken wood behind, he lumbered further into this land. Without knowing where he was, he could not hope to go back. Did he even want to? There was nothing left for him there, back 'home'. The stars looked strange to him too. Torben settled down for the night, resting against a tree among the forest. He scratched his back against the frozen bark, feeling the healing sting of wounds and carefully avoided where they were as he did so. When that was done, he lowered his massive body to the cold earth. His fur kept him warm, even if temperatures dropped during the night like he assumed they would. This was as close as familiar as he'd get to a location. He had lived near a woodland upon a time. Now, he had nothing. As he listened to the crackle of the night, he piqued up when steps seemed to head his way. Tired, weary and still waterlogged, he let out a grunt of acknowledgement. Or was it a warning? |