Adventures of Mossy: #4 - Blossoming
I've been here at Crater Lake for a while now... It has become my home.
I have neighbours, too...
There is a small herd of horned tanks, Trikes. Their boss is massive, many many times my size; its trio of pointy ends on his head scares away most of the big toothies, and just one of them would be enough to destroy me. His grumpy manners provide protection to his family. He has many wives and probably going to have lots of children in due time...
Trikes aren't the smartest, though. They just ruminate on shrubs and herbs all day, if undisturbed. They don't seem to mind me that much, and that is good, because the scattlers like to run around the Trikes' feet, for safety. So I have to get very close to all of them if I want any chance at catching one of those quick little buggers...
I'm not having much luck with the scattlers colony. I often manage to slay a few pests that venture too close to the herd, looking to scavenge or maybe get lucky with a weak or injured soul. And I oblige this opportunity to snatch me some dinner!
I consider myself as providing a service to the herd...
I keep the scavengers and the baby-snatchers in check and I call out for incoming rivarly. Maybe this relationship will ensure me security in the long run. I don't know if you others out there noticed, but these are hard times... Meat is scarce and the life balance is shifting quickly. I lack the knowledge of the past before me, but I suspect that something ought to have happened to make things so edgy. Maybe our mother nature Reya got angry at some point and threw down some rage as she often does, maybe that time it was a bigger tantrum, something epic, something I have yet to see, and honestly I hope never to...
The flowers are blossoming. It's the season and this year is different for me. I've always wondered what the next sunrise would bring me. Up until now, the setting sun would be the goal to reach for, all in one piece, as survival - I thought- is all you need to care about...
But now it's different for me...
I long for something more than just filling my belly and avoiding the great darkness.
I thirst for .... I don't really know how to define it yet... I have feelings, very strong emotions, and dreams.... But I have yet to figure this thing out... My body is trying to tell me something. It's like a fuzzy warmth inside me. I'd call it happiness but it's not always cheerful. It hurts sometimes. I'd call it hunger but it's not... I often feel it with a full belly.
I hope it's not some sickness... I hate sickness. It's the worst way to dark out.
Maybe I should find other me's. I lost hope looking for my family. They are probably long dead, but there are other me's out there. They would know what I have. They might be able to help.
I just hope I don't come across the evil other me's.
There is a small herd of horned tanks, Trikes. Their boss is massive, many many times my size; its trio of pointy ends on his head scares away most of the big toothies, and just one of them would be enough to destroy me. His grumpy manners provide protection to his family. He has many wives and probably going to have lots of children in due time...
Trikes aren't the smartest, though. They just ruminate on shrubs and herbs all day, if undisturbed. They don't seem to mind me that much, and that is good, because the scattlers like to run around the Trikes' feet, for safety. So I have to get very close to all of them if I want any chance at catching one of those quick little buggers...
I'm not having much luck with the scattlers colony. I often manage to slay a few pests that venture too close to the herd, looking to scavenge or maybe get lucky with a weak or injured soul. And I oblige this opportunity to snatch me some dinner!
I consider myself as providing a service to the herd...
I keep the scavengers and the baby-snatchers in check and I call out for incoming rivarly. Maybe this relationship will ensure me security in the long run. I don't know if you others out there noticed, but these are hard times... Meat is scarce and the life balance is shifting quickly. I lack the knowledge of the past before me, but I suspect that something ought to have happened to make things so edgy. Maybe our mother nature Reya got angry at some point and threw down some rage as she often does, maybe that time it was a bigger tantrum, something epic, something I have yet to see, and honestly I hope never to...
The flowers are blossoming. It's the season and this year is different for me. I've always wondered what the next sunrise would bring me. Up until now, the setting sun would be the goal to reach for, all in one piece, as survival - I thought- is all you need to care about...
But now it's different for me...
I long for something more than just filling my belly and avoiding the great darkness.
I thirst for .... I don't really know how to define it yet... I have feelings, very strong emotions, and dreams.... But I have yet to figure this thing out... My body is trying to tell me something. It's like a fuzzy warmth inside me. I'd call it happiness but it's not always cheerful. It hurts sometimes. I'd call it hunger but it's not... I often feel it with a full belly.
I hope it's not some sickness... I hate sickness. It's the worst way to dark out.
Maybe I should find other me's. I lost hope looking for my family. They are probably long dead, but there are other me's out there. They would know what I have. They might be able to help.
I just hope I don't come across the evil other me's.
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