[SF : WQ] Sneaky Walkers 2.0...some time later...
I took the first zombie down, with Tosti still safe towards my right, and focussed my attention to the next one. There were two in front of me. One approximately 15 meters away to the left, one about 10 towards the right.
I signed Tosti for him to keep on circling towards the right, that was the one we would take out first. This time I would make sure my dog could help me, because the two zombies were much closer to each other and the chance of the other hearing me kill this one was big.
If something went wrong, I needed him to instantly jump on the second zombie while I finished the first, after which I would make my way over. Take over Tosti's fight as fast as I could. I could not bear to let him get hurt, but I was also sort of forced to take him with me today because there was no way I could do this on my own.
At least I could not be a hundred percent sure of that.
[SF : WQ] Sneaky Walkers 1.0 Today I would go out without a backpack. I was not out to scavenge, I was going out to clear the area. Too many walkers had been too close to the Ranch perimeter lately and stuff started to get more dangerous.
Normally I just had to work in the house, do chores and prepare food for the other Ranchers, but they were in need of more people to clear out the threat, so everyone was asked to help repel and kill the zombies.
I would take Tosti with me today, but I would not bring him too close into the fight. I had scouted the edges of our territory this morning and spotted a small herd, and I did not want to bring my beloved dog into danger because of a human cause. He was to valuable to me, emotionally, as he was the only thing I had left that tied me to my father and my past.
He was more than just a dog. He was my friend.
And so I had decided I wanted to do this quietly, stealthy. I left my pist
[BU-LIT] : DUVA : Let it snowLet it snow, let it snow....
The loud howling of the winter wind hitting against the walls of my cave woke up me. I opened my eyes and could see nothing, utter darkness inside. I felt the tingling in my jaws coming up after which I let out three huge yawns, and a quick sneeze after.
Pray to the deities I would not get sicks, I would have no one to care for me. I stretched out my limbs and with some effort managed to work myself up on my feet. It was obviously night still, but I did not usually wake up in the middle of the night and so I had no sense of what time it was.
I peeked my head outside of my cave and looked around. Out here it was slightly lighter, the moon shone as little light as it could on the vast plains in front of me, but there was no sign of life yet; no sign the sun would rise soon.
Odd. It had been almost every day fo
[BU-LIT] : DUVA : The day I built a SnowhorseIn the second year of my life, the first year of my solitude, the winter was especially harsh. Sometimes it would storm for days, or even weeks, leaving snow that reach up multiple meters high in some places. Not where I resided though. Over time, I got more skilled controlling the weather around me, and was always able to keep myself from being burried in the white gold. But whenever I did get in touch with the snow, or rather when I would let it get in touch with me, I felt fulfilled. As if the substance added to my being.
Yet though I felt personal comfort, I was alone, all the time. And sometimes I wishes there was another just like me, so I could share my progress and my falls with someone. But I knew of no one. I had not met any horse after I left my herd, and if there had been someone in my herd with powers, I would simply not have left. And so I was trapped in a vicious circle. Longing for companionship, scared of being rejected because of my powers, shying away from oth
[BU-LIT] : DUVA : How my life beganThe first thing I remember was a cold touch covering all of my body, though at that time I didn't realise that I had a body. I was born in the northern side of the realm, where snow and cold wind had free reign. When I was born, my body temperature had instantly dropped, stinging my body with pain as if I was poked with many sharpened knifes. My mom and dad thought this was the day I got brain-damaged, cursing me with simplemindedness; thinking I had powers. But I knew different. I was able to to manipulate the snow and ice around me, even in the first few days of my life, it's just that others did not pay attention to it, or put it on Mother Nature.
In some way, it was the Mother playing with the snow, through me. I was gifted, while the others were not. Maybe this is why I was not able to stay with my birth herd for long; I never really belonged here. And so when I was old enough to stand on my own four feet, and was able to run away fast enough from predators, I took the cour