Wilderness Exile

Scrawny Fierce Woman has marked my arm; thus I, Skar the Handsome, am to be tested.

My possessions have been cast aside. I have bathed and sang; scouring myself raw with stones in frigid water beneath the light of the three moons; to be purified before the eyes of the Spirits.

The ritual completed, naked and bleeding, I return in exile to the wilderness; with only what I am, and the memory of her eyes.

So it must be, for the weak have no place among us.

So be it.