Post by ʞunԀ on Aug 29, 2023 19:14:23 GMT -5
“And so would be the creed of the ocean, that none know her mercy, not even her own kin.”
The serene view of the pebbled shore was stained with the carcass of a whale calf. In the distance amongst the churning foam of the waves, the fins of a panicked mother emerged and submerged rhythmically as she searched for her young. The night’s storm had claimed a victim. The calf was a soft gray, nearly white, and brand new to the world. Unfortunate luck that the mother had chosen the safety of the shallows to give birth. How was she to know that a wrathful storm brewed over the distant waters in the night?
“Just as thanks be given to the bounty of the land, so they be given to the bounty of the sea when it does provide.” Montu ushered a small prayer of sorts to no one but himself as he approached the bountiful feast. Quite the quality meal for a lone wolf.
The dawn revealed the storm clouds were far over distant lands, and likely empty of their wrath they had turned the waters with in the night. Surveying the landscape, he was indeed alone. For the moment at the very least. Scavengers of the sky would awaken with the dawn of light, and bring a host of other beasts, hungry like him, to this easy meal. A grin crept across his maw, revealing the teeth below.
He fancied a standoff with a grizzly or perhaps a desperate lion of the forest or plains, but absolutely scowled at the thought of being tormented by a hoard of gulls. Let them come, but let them be worthy.
The calf was just twice his size, and though it was unnecessary, he climbed atop it to rip it open. A rare event, to know the rich bounty of the sea. The meat was unlike any other and would feed a single wolf for days.
The serene view of the pebbled shore was stained with the carcass of a whale calf. In the distance amongst the churning foam of the waves, the fins of a panicked mother emerged and submerged rhythmically as she searched for her young. The night’s storm had claimed a victim. The calf was a soft gray, nearly white, and brand new to the world. Unfortunate luck that the mother had chosen the safety of the shallows to give birth. How was she to know that a wrathful storm brewed over the distant waters in the night?
“Just as thanks be given to the bounty of the land, so they be given to the bounty of the sea when it does provide.” Montu ushered a small prayer of sorts to no one but himself as he approached the bountiful feast. Quite the quality meal for a lone wolf.
The dawn revealed the storm clouds were far over distant lands, and likely empty of their wrath they had turned the waters with in the night. Surveying the landscape, he was indeed alone. For the moment at the very least. Scavengers of the sky would awaken with the dawn of light, and bring a host of other beasts, hungry like him, to this easy meal. A grin crept across his maw, revealing the teeth below.
He fancied a standoff with a grizzly or perhaps a desperate lion of the forest or plains, but absolutely scowled at the thought of being tormented by a hoard of gulls. Let them come, but let them be worthy.
The calf was just twice his size, and though it was unnecessary, he climbed atop it to rip it open. A rare event, to know the rich bounty of the sea. The meat was unlike any other and would feed a single wolf for days.