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Hope NotN is going well for everyone! Trying to clear my backlog, and very aware it's not happening, lol. :) Got some special-date hatches going up today, including Friday the 13th and some from Dec 24th!
Pair: Berach & Keturah - Friday the 13th - @Amaluna
Pair: Ametrine & Calcite - Friday the 13th -
Pair: Oddity & Idabelle -
Pair: Torch & Setara - Christmas Eve - @Ithaca
That's all for today! Everyone is up on the front page, and thanks for taking a look! <3
Hope NotN is going well for everyone! Trying to clear my backlog, and very aware it's not happening, lol. :) Got some special-date hatches going up today, including Friday the 13th and some from Dec 24th!
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After three more days of climbing, Bryg pointed to their goal: a bare crag limned by the sun rising behind its sheer face. Kusil felt sick looking at it, his leg more swollen and sore than usual, and he nearly wept before they could break camp.
Two days later, Amund drew them to a creep, their bodies crouched low in the bitter snow. Kusil's whiskers shimmered with frost spawned from his own breath, and his mouth felt like Northern wind had sapped all heat from his body.
Then Amund gave the signal, and he and Bryg raced up the face of the mountain, Kusil fighting for purchase in the shadow of their footsteps. The two coordinated quickly, cornering their quary: an immense ram, nearly as big as Bryg, his horns glittering with frost against the ice-laden air. The ram breathed deeply, struggling as Bryg pulled him to his back, calling as loudly as they dared for Kusil to hurry. Amund wove magics to keep the ice and snow stable while the ram thrashed and Bryg balanced close to the edge, their booted claws scrabbling for purchase against ice-slicked stone.
Kusil finally leveraged himself up the last ledge, his staff affording the final push. He wanted to lay on his belly, his chest heaving as he fought the burn from his lungs and tried - tried - to feel less winded by the whole endeavor.
"Kusil, now!" Bryg commanded, and he lurched to his feet, pulling the blades into his gloved hands. The ram kicked furiously, and Amund flung himself on the flailing hooves. The wan sun glinted across the edge of the blades in Kusil's gloved hands.
For a moment, Kusil felt a pang of sorrow for the thick, luxurious belly fur. The next moment, his hands were clipping furiously, moving as years of shepherding had taught him to best preserve the fleece.
The ram bleeted in protest, and Kusil made it as quick and painless as possible. He gathered the fleece quickly into bags bigger than they were. The fleece was fluffy and light, and Kusil gathered every last wisp of it before the wind whipped through and threatened to carry their prize away. The ram, irked by the indignity of being shorn, shook himself and bolted away, his long tail flicking in annoyance at these interlopers.
Bryg took bags of fleece into their claws and nodded. "I'll meet you at the bottom," they said, and their massive wings beat their body airborn, sucking the powder into a glittering squall.
Kusil's wings, though, were damaged long ago, and he could not safely fly down the mountain's face. Instead, Amund gave him a bright look. "We'll make better time on the descent," he said. "Come on. I saw some good paths on our way up."
Kusil followed. What choice did he have? But the whole way down, he dreamed of his gentle flock of smaller goats and the crackle of the warm fires back home.
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Two days later, Amund drew them to a creep, their bodies crouched low in the bitter snow. Kusil's whiskers shimmered with frost spawned from his own breath, and his mouth felt like Northern wind had sapped all heat from his body.
Then Amund gave the signal, and he and Bryg raced up the face of the mountain, Kusil fighting for purchase in the shadow of their footsteps. The two coordinated quickly, cornering their quary: an immense ram, nearly as big as Bryg, his horns glittering with frost against the ice-laden air. The ram breathed deeply, struggling as Bryg pulled him to his back, calling as loudly as they dared for Kusil to hurry. Amund wove magics to keep the ice and snow stable while the ram thrashed and Bryg balanced close to the edge, their booted claws scrabbling for purchase against ice-slicked stone.
Kusil finally leveraged himself up the last ledge, his staff affording the final push. He wanted to lay on his belly, his chest heaving as he fought the burn from his lungs and tried - tried - to feel less winded by the whole endeavor.
"Kusil, now!" Bryg commanded, and he lurched to his feet, pulling the blades into his gloved hands. The ram kicked furiously, and Amund flung himself on the flailing hooves. The wan sun glinted across the edge of the blades in Kusil's gloved hands.
For a moment, Kusil felt a pang of sorrow for the thick, luxurious belly fur. The next moment, his hands were clipping furiously, moving as years of shepherding had taught him to best preserve the fleece.
The ram bleeted in protest, and Kusil made it as quick and painless as possible. He gathered the fleece quickly into bags bigger than they were. The fleece was fluffy and light, and Kusil gathered every last wisp of it before the wind whipped through and threatened to carry their prize away. The ram, irked by the indignity of being shorn, shook himself and bolted away, his long tail flicking in annoyance at these interlopers.
Bryg took bags of fleece into their claws and nodded. "I'll meet you at the bottom," they said, and their massive wings beat their body airborn, sucking the powder into a glittering squall.
Kusil's wings, though, were damaged long ago, and he could not safely fly down the mountain's face. Instead, Amund gave him a bright look. "We'll make better time on the descent," he said. "Come on. I saw some good paths on our way up."
Kusil followed. What choice did he have? But the whole way down, he dreamed of his gentle flock of smaller goats and the crackle of the warm fires back home.
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Pair: Berach & Keturah - Friday the 13th - @Amaluna
Pair: Ametrine & Calcite - Friday the 13th -
Pair: Oddity & Idabelle -
Pair: Torch & Setara - Christmas Eve - @Ithaca
That's all for today! Everyone is up on the front page, and thanks for taking a look! <3
