11-22-2022, 01:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-14-2023, 07:56 PM by Nicodemus Valoulis.)
Nicodemus trekked slowly through the snow, his large paws spread across the snow allowed him to stand atop the snow with ease. It was the Elk he was waiting for, the elk that carried all his pelts and precious goods, meats and what not; items he had collected from his journey down the mountain. The journey he took, and will continue to take, every year, every year to gather much needed resources.
The lynx stood atop a snowbank, watching in displeasure as the Elk slipped slightly, letting out a distressed grunt. Nico grumbled as he hopped off the snowbank and padded over to the beast; plucking various hides and pelts and tossing them onto his back before pulling the rope reigns attached to the Elk to move forward up the mountainside.
Minutes turned into hours, and hours into days as he drudged up the mountainside, stopping only to eat. His Elk was exhausted and so was he, but they were so close. So close to civilization, so close to Sabina: his civilization, his love, his wife. Oh, how he missed her and her gentle voice, her soft, kind eyes. Nico shook his head slightly, pulling the Elk forward once more as he finally reached the flats of the mountain. One more trail to walk through and they were home, finally home.
The Elk let out a dragged-out call, its bugle echoing through the snowy trees that could be heard all the way into the lantern-lit village. Nicodemus smiled and sighed, adjusting the hides and pelts that sat on his shoulders. The lynx walked triumphantly through the entrance of the village, laughing loudly as he was greeted with the townspeople offering kind words to him.
The lynx stood atop a snowbank, watching in displeasure as the Elk slipped slightly, letting out a distressed grunt. Nico grumbled as he hopped off the snowbank and padded over to the beast; plucking various hides and pelts and tossing them onto his back before pulling the rope reigns attached to the Elk to move forward up the mountainside.
Minutes turned into hours, and hours into days as he drudged up the mountainside, stopping only to eat. His Elk was exhausted and so was he, but they were so close. So close to civilization, so close to Sabina: his civilization, his love, his wife. Oh, how he missed her and her gentle voice, her soft, kind eyes. Nico shook his head slightly, pulling the Elk forward once more as he finally reached the flats of the mountain. One more trail to walk through and they were home, finally home.
The Elk let out a dragged-out call, its bugle echoing through the snowy trees that could be heard all the way into the lantern-lit village. Nicodemus smiled and sighed, adjusting the hides and pelts that sat on his shoulders. The lynx walked triumphantly through the entrance of the village, laughing loudly as he was greeted with the townspeople offering kind words to him.