04-21-2022, 09:06 PM
Content Warning
This post contains content that may be unsettling to some readers, including:- Mild Gore
- Brief description of blood, brief desc. of prey death
There was hunger in the Tundra.
The frozen north was already a harsh place, with driving and frigid winds, snow that stuck in the eyes and obscured the tracks of beasts, but the hunger… When the blizzards became fierce and long-lasting, plants were covered, and so the herbivores left or starved. And as the herbivores faded from the lands, the bellies of predators rumbled longer and longer.
And the hunger made the cold colder, and the nights longer and more lonely, and it made every predator feel the edge. Enemies were far quicker to fight, swifter to spread their territory to find any meat they could, and even friends gazed at each other with hard eyes and lean hearts.
But, in at least one part of this awful cold waste, there was warmth. There was blood on the snow.
The huntress who had chased this prey down had worked hard, and the chase had taken both predator and fallen prey to the edge of a treeline, where the prey had taken a hard turn in all the wrong ways and crashed down into a snowdrift. The predator had been close behind.
And now, here under a scraggly aspen, there was warmth, and meat to satisfy the hunger in the Tundra.
The frozen north was already a harsh place, with driving and frigid winds, snow that stuck in the eyes and obscured the tracks of beasts, but the hunger… When the blizzards became fierce and long-lasting, plants were covered, and so the herbivores left or starved. And as the herbivores faded from the lands, the bellies of predators rumbled longer and longer.
And the hunger made the cold colder, and the nights longer and more lonely, and it made every predator feel the edge. Enemies were far quicker to fight, swifter to spread their territory to find any meat they could, and even friends gazed at each other with hard eyes and lean hearts.
But, in at least one part of this awful cold waste, there was warmth. There was blood on the snow.
The huntress who had chased this prey down had worked hard, and the chase had taken both predator and fallen prey to the edge of a treeline, where the prey had taken a hard turn in all the wrong ways and crashed down into a snowdrift. The predator had been close behind.
And now, here under a scraggly aspen, there was warmth, and meat to satisfy the hunger in the Tundra.
@Orlaith
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