794.II, 25 Floii: the huntsbeasts

Guardian beasts of the mountains

I am hundreds of cords above the plains here. It is cold, dangerous.

This is a sanctuary of the gods. The place from where we could almost reach them, the place which we are not to enter. Because the gods have guardians, and this far from the love of Caeia to warm up the land and grow life, only the wrath of Sen awaits me. She who rules over life and death, she who slew the devourer, is certainly not happy about my incursion here.

But I'm with Bob, and he is my own guardian, far better than the goddess' ones. He was made by her to surpass all, that's what I think. Because this night once again we faced one of the terrible beasts lurking the peaks and high valleys. And once again Bob won.

Although these creatures, whose existence was still a rumor a few days ago, are the fuel of nightmares. They are immense, even bigger than Bob. They posess insane power, and their beaks, cerrated and sharp as knives, able to tear a tree trunk apart (I saw it with my own eyes). But despite their size and weight, their dense plumage of a pure white blend so well in the snow and rocks that one could pass a few meters in front without seeing them. The perfect ambush predator, the apex killer, if it wasn't for Bob I wouldn't have lasted a day.

In the first three days, we had to fight off not less than five attacks. One of them would not even tire or abandon its hunt, it attacked time and time again, and Bob had to give it his all to finally kill the enraged beast, throwing it down a cliff. Luckily since then, it's been more peaceful except for last night, and we have made quite the progress across the passes. I think we are about to bridge the top soon.