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Saatsine - Yaalk'ali - 10/5/2025
For Nutuyikruk
Yaalk'ali laid in the sun, fat and happy. Hunts from last night had not gone wasted by the fox, who ate all his fill now after the carcass had been otherwise dismissed. Certainly later to be skinned and cured but for now, laid out to bake in the sun. Ribs curled up toward the sun which beat down onto the open tundra now. Where ice still clung, it glistened in the light, shining like crystals. Yaal's red coat soaked up that red sun too, happy in the rise of the caribou hunter's success. The band had chosen their place well - nay! The caribou had chosen well. Far from filth of plague. Far from any with an ounce of strength to oppose them. Ice Raven smiled upon them.
RE: Saatsine - Nutuyikruk - 10/7/2025
Hi yaalkali you’re my dad in another life did you know that
Nutuyikruk had gathered little for the day, finding nothing between many branches and the long stretch of snow. There was only a corpse, frozen into time itself.
She came upon a man with the build of a fox, and like the sight of blood over snow, the girl lingered closer and took time to follow in the cold trenches of a walled trail. There, she got to know his scent before his mind. Polite, and seeking for eyes with a muted voice that carried through snow,
Hello. Had she disturbed his rest?
I don’t believe I have met your face before.
RE: Saatsine - Yaalk'ali - 10/14/2025
Yaal is daddy and Journey is sister. It is done.
Her voice is soft as her approach. The hunter rolls around on his back so that he then flops onto his side and draws his head up to look her up and down.
Not met, but I've seen you plenty.Hungry eyes (as usual he just can't help that shit) look her up from top to bottom and back again to meet her emerald gaze. She was the slave, often her sent trail being mingled thickly with that of his half-brother. Yaalk'ali had been wise to stay clear.
What is your name?Slave wouldnt be quite nice, would it?
RE: Saatsine - Nutuyikruk - 10/23/2025
Nutuyikruk, sir.
Yes, likely he knew enough of her. A trader who carried many things and gathered from the local forests did not have much to give to the likes of bloodhunters.
She offered little eye contact, always small looks of curiosity and then a fall of complete submission to the order of northern caribou men.
Might I come to know your name?
RE: Saatsine - Yaalk'ali - 10/25/2025
A strange and long name he found he would have trouble saying. He decided he would not ever bother to say it, then.
Her emerald eyes are fleeting, dashing to learn the expression on his face before falling to his feet. She knew how to please a caribou man. Cen had taught her well.
Yaalk'ali.
Striking, he had decided she was. Where she was not pale as bright new snow on a clear sunny day, then she held the color of the sun itself, cloaked over the new snow below. Yaalk'ali felt it was likely so that Cen, as his slave, would already have plans for her. Surely being Yaalk'ali's little play thing was not it.
Come. Why don't you lay with me awhile?He spoke as he pat the ground with his tail.