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Creative writing exercise o.o
4 months ago
The sun was glistening off a melting icicle, dripping its refreshing mountain snowmelt into a puddle on a tiny cave floor. The morning fog created tiny rainbows in the frigid air, creating an almost magical moment.
But, somewhere faraway, the skittering of paws, deeply primal 'life-or-death' shouting, and clinks of armor, swords, and shields could be heard. Despite hearing it only vaguely, it broke the illusion of a magical peaceful morning.
A lone, scruffy earthborn, antlered coyote hid in the cave. His neck fur adorned with deeply meaningful sacred geometric patterns. Meaningful only to him, and his tribe, and the balance of nature - but that didn't matter now
He knew he was deep enough inside the cave to hide any traces or scents of himself, but close enough to the entrance to see daylight. Even the forest gods would not spare him if he was found
He stared at the growing puddle of ice melt, every droplet reverberating an echo from the deep, dank, cave.
"Almost enough for a drink of fresh water.."
..he thought to himself. His loose hemp fiber clothing, and mossy, flower-adorned antlers were starting to get damper and damper.
His dark brown tufts of fur on the top of his triangular coyote ears had been perked up, stood in attention for a long time already. His ear muscles were starting to really ache from being in attention for the entire night..
(A few hours passes..)
His head spun back and forth, looking for any possible dangers lurking in the shiny, foggy direction of the cave entrance - trying to listen when it would be safe enough to leave to continue his ceremonies to restore balance and harmony in nature. Worst case scenario, he'd be captured as an enemy spy and executed on the spot..
The earthborn coyote sighed deeply as he heard the battle moving elsewhere or simmering down. Even taking a few tentative steps towards the clear morning rays shining from cracks in the rockwall into his small temporary refuge from the senseless bloodshed.
He knew he had an important mission to accomplish, which the blind masses of warriors in the rush of battle, in complete euphoria of war - had no idea about.
And to hell or high water, he will complete the ritual, or die trying.
The coyote stood up, cracked his back, tied his matted headfur back, and stalked out into the wild - towards the stone of elements.
But, somewhere faraway, the skittering of paws, deeply primal 'life-or-death' shouting, and clinks of armor, swords, and shields could be heard. Despite hearing it only vaguely, it broke the illusion of a magical peaceful morning.
A lone, scruffy earthborn, antlered coyote hid in the cave. His neck fur adorned with deeply meaningful sacred geometric patterns. Meaningful only to him, and his tribe, and the balance of nature - but that didn't matter now
He knew he was deep enough inside the cave to hide any traces or scents of himself, but close enough to the entrance to see daylight. Even the forest gods would not spare him if he was found
He stared at the growing puddle of ice melt, every droplet reverberating an echo from the deep, dank, cave.
"Almost enough for a drink of fresh water.."
..he thought to himself. His loose hemp fiber clothing, and mossy, flower-adorned antlers were starting to get damper and damper.
His dark brown tufts of fur on the top of his triangular coyote ears had been perked up, stood in attention for a long time already. His ear muscles were starting to really ache from being in attention for the entire night..
(A few hours passes..)
His head spun back and forth, looking for any possible dangers lurking in the shiny, foggy direction of the cave entrance - trying to listen when it would be safe enough to leave to continue his ceremonies to restore balance and harmony in nature. Worst case scenario, he'd be captured as an enemy spy and executed on the spot..
The earthborn coyote sighed deeply as he heard the battle moving elsewhere or simmering down. Even taking a few tentative steps towards the clear morning rays shining from cracks in the rockwall into his small temporary refuge from the senseless bloodshed.
He knew he had an important mission to accomplish, which the blind masses of warriors in the rush of battle, in complete euphoria of war - had no idea about.
And to hell or high water, he will complete the ritual, or die trying.
The coyote stood up, cracked his back, tied his matted headfur back, and stalked out into the wild - towards the stone of elements.
