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Melete was up and gone before I awoke; I yawned widely, I stretched deeply. I felt still the warmth of her body beneath my fingertips within the furs, instinctively my nose began to follow every wisp of the scent that remained of her supple form still pressed into the contours of the furs where she had lain only moments before. Chills prickled among the hair along the back of my neck, my head sho…
I yawned and shifted, then kissed her ear tenderly before sliding from the furs gently, so as not to disturb her; tucking them in around her, then kissing her forehead, I rose to my full height and stretched languidly as I stood by the fire. I crouched before the fire, stirring the embers and adding a bit more wood to warm the cave for her before slipping outside. Heading to the stream I washed m…
I woke up alone in the warmth of the furs spread over our sleeping shelf which was roughly two feet above the floor of the cavern. It was simply a large flat slab of stone which had sheared away from somewhere within the cavern itself during the last great upheaval of the mountains, It was smooth and spacious, it well suited Melete and I for she was...troublesome...most nights. She kicked and cla…
Neither sleeping nor waking, neither dreaming nor thinking I lay as I had fallen; cast down upon the sand and stones, heaving, panting and nearly overpowered as a heap of torn flesh; all but senseless in a wreckage of splayed limbs, fresh blood, and shuddering nerves with the ferocious beast sprawled nearly atop me. Our battle had raged violently throughout the night; loud screams and savage roar…
I needed rope, so I would need many reeds; grunting with this task in mind as I shifted among the stones which lay scattered around me, I rose then steadied myself upon my own two feet, with but one stone in hand. Shambling to the stream I knelt and laid my stone aside before splashing cold water over my face, onto my neck and into my hair. Taking up again my stone, I continued my long path south…
After Scrawny Fierce Woman had sliced my arm marking me for testing, I had the evening to prepare for the Ceremony of Purification, which would begin with the zenith of the second moon in the night sky. My exile to within the boundaries of the great Northern Forest would begin when next the light of Tor Tu' Gor fell upon my face. My few possessions had been cleaned, oiled, and wrapped in fur line…