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It had been a beautiful Autumn day on the Tundra; the light of Tor Tu' Gor was warm and wide, the winds were soft in their whispered stirrings, the song of many birds and insects filled the air with sweet sounds. It had been a good day of trading for several among us; our bellies were full, and we were content with our leisure. Talk soon began; and where proud men gather for such things, women wi…
Once I had left the shadowy fringes of the great Northern Forest moving onto the currently grassy veldes of the Tundra I began to walk openly and in plain sight, slowly yet steadily onward directly toward the imposing natural bastions of Kanirniq. There was no further point in trying to hide my approach; I was entering the area openly to trade, and Kanirniq was not without spears on all sides. Ma…
Kanirniq was a trading outpost upon the very fringe of the Tundra, within sight of but well beyond the borders of the Northern Forest. It sat atop the protection of a distant hill, among an outcropping of tall trees and jumbled stones which ringed about the circumference of it on nearly all sides. In our language, the name means "ice grips the trees" and in the harshness of winter, Kanirniq was o…
I had begun calling the small sleen Nu'nuqi after discovering that it was indeed a female. In quiet moments, with a softer voice I called her Nuqi. I had discovered this when she had rolled upon her back in a submissive display of her sex at my feet after I had sharply struck her nose with my fingers because she had bitten my hand as I fed her from it. I had begun saving pieces of my meal for he…
Though I chased it away several times for following me, the small sleen continued to trail me at a distance during the day. At night it would come closer to the fire, but only to the edge of the shadows that remained. After a hand of watching it shiver in the night as it slept at the very edge of the of the circle of light cast by the fire, I relented; and began placing a well worn fur by the fir…
Leaving her had been easy; making the decision to leave, that had been the hard part. For me, the final straw had been her damned bosk wagon. I will have no such a thing in my life; I cannot imagine such a thing as living along the road like some damned Trade Merchant! I am a Hunter. there are no roads in a life such as mine; only trails. I had left her nothing to follow when I had begun the pa…