A Tale of Frost, Ch 1 pt 2

(my writing might be a little different, I seem to be aging a bit too fast)

As Frost, now an ice wolf, raced past the camp that had held him back for so long, his yearning to stay like this increased. To hunt, to be one with the wild, to be something feared and respected. To just leave the problems of society.

Frost skidded to a stop before tumbling over a hill, shifting back from wolf to human. His heart crashed against his rib cage, his head throbbing.

He couldn’t let the amulet take control.

Steadying himself, Frost patted his pockets for his journal, pencil, and flint. He flipped through his journal, the smell of leather and dust making it all the more pleasant to view the stories he had made and recorded.

What had spiked his interest, though, were myths of other story tellers, trapped in a strange world and only able to tell their tales through fires of extraordinary color.

Frost yawned, stretched, and lay himself down on a soft patch of grass.

Tales.

Nothing more but stories of the fantastical.

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Hope you guys had a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Sorry about the short second part, and the gap in between, I’ve been busy lately. My writing has changed for better or for worse, I hope it’s not too much of a problem. Enjoy the story.

- Frost

Since we’re talking about pegos...

My first pego encounter:

Me:aaaaw cute.

Pego: *steals stuff from my inventory*

Me: GIVE THAT BACK TO ME YOU FILTHY BUGGER!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pego: *runs*

Me: *gets out bow and shoots it three times*

My next pego encounter...

Me: oh it’s one of these buggers isn’t it.

Pego: *stands in front of me*

Me: *readys bow*

Pego: *steals berries and tames himself*

Me: *names pego Feathered Thief*

First ichthyornis encounter...

Icthyornis: flies up to me.

Me: die filth

Ichthyornis: steals pick axe

Me: DAMN YOU, YOU LITTLE FILTHY BUGGER!!!!!!!!

Ichthyornis: swoops back down to steal more stuff.

Me: *readys bow and headshots the stupid bugger*

Ichthyornis: dead.

Me: lil bugger...

-Apex

The war of the sky dye is long gone.(Sorry I just read though the whole dye lol.) Now the question is, where is the original leader of this dye?

Break-it/The One Who Likes To Narrate Random Crap

Eyes peek from under the floorboards and a hand slowly slides a sign out that reads:

"We of the olive dungeon kindly request more of your story, Frost."

~Sincerely

CL1 of the Poetry Gremlins Guild

A Tale Of Frost, Ch1 pt2

Frost’s eyes snapped open to a blinding sunrise.

Dawn.

He stretched, checked his amulet, packed up his journal, and began to walk. The mountains were still a long ways away. Frost tucked his amulet in his shirt, sure that he’d meet people along the way who’d try to snatch it away from him.

A twig snapped nearby, but Frost kept walking, pretending to be unaware of the presence of another person in the surrounding brush.

Suddenly, a child leaped out of the bushes, attempting to claw at Frost’s amulet. Frost thrust out his arm, catching the child just in time and flipping him on his back, using his arm to pin him to the ground.

“Let GO of me!” The kid growled, snapping his teeth.

Frost rolled his eyes. Kids. So feral.

“I’m going to let you go, and you’re not going to try and steal my necklace, ok? Ok.”

He slowly lifted his arm, letting the boy scramble to his feet.

“I’m Frost. Now scra-“

“I’m coming with you.”

Frost rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“No, no you aren’t.” Quick as lightning, Frost jabbed the kid’s vagus nerve, rendering him unconscious.

Frost frowned.

For all he knew, this child could have worried parents waiting for him to come home. He sighed impatiently before hauling the boy’s body over his shoulder, walking in the direction of the bushes the kid jumped out of in an attempt to see where he came from.

To be continued…

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I see there’s been drama, unfortunately I don’t have time and patience on my side right now. Enjoy the tale, I know the chapters are short so far, but it’s all I can give for now.

-Frost

Sincerely, Shrikesong

(2/6)

I've buried another pup.

It somehow hurt worse this time, I suppose because I had a little more time to grow attatched. I'm down to four now, two boys and two girls. If they all survive until tommorow, I will name them.

Food is still scarce. Struggling, but surviving.

I hope I can say the same for you, Littlehare.

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They made it through the night, all four of them. It seems like it's the first time in a long time the birds have sung, or the first time in a long time I could hear it.

I took it to heart and named the pups after song birds. The boys I call Finch and Wren, the girls I call Canary and Robin.

They've opened their eyes.

Tommorow I'll try to hunt something.

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The boys are always getting bullied out of food by their sisters. I'll have to pay closer attention to make sure they eat as well. They seem to have developed a heirarchy. I didn't know pups could do that.

Robin is the largest of all of them. Her size is enough to keep them back so she can eat. After her is Canary. She's the smallest, but full of attitude. She's constantly pestering the others, snapping at them. They seem more irritated than afraid, but Finch tried to start a fight with her and she injured him badly enough that I had to pull her away from him. Robin is the only one who's beat her in a fight, but that hasn't kept Canary from trying again and again.

Finch and Wren grow thinner by the day. I'm afraid I am near to burying another pup.

If you are in the Forever Grounds, take care of my pups, won't you?

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Finch did not wake up this morning.

Only Wren seemed to be upset by his brother's death. Robin sees it as an opportunity for more food. Canary doesn't seem to care at all.

I worry about her.

She shows little to no emotion, unless it's about herself. She has no problem trying to maim her siblings, not for food, but just for fun. I am attempting to keep her from the others, but with Finch gone, all of her attention has been placed on Wren, and there are times where I must leave the den to hunt.

I fear one day I will return to find another dead pup. Maybe two.

I don't know what to do.

Guide me please, Littlehare

Shrikesong

~CL1

Sincerely, Shrikesong (A Prequel to The Blood War)

(1/6)

Hello Littlehare.

Actually, I don't know that you can hear me. Maybe you aren't dead. Maybe you won the challenge for the alpha position. If you won, I'm sorry I couldn't see it little brother. You know I couldn't stay through all that bloodshed. It was sure to reach a dangerous point. So maybe you have died.

Maybe you stand here, right in front of me, hidden in the Forever Grounds ... do you still believe in all that rot? I've long lost my trust in our ancestor's protection, since mother and father were killed by that rogue bear on their last hunt.

I'd like to think you can hear me, dead or alive.

It's lonely here.

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Food is scarce. Shelter is scarce.

Everything is scarce.

No matter how much I eat, I hunger. No matter how much I drink, I thirst. I'm always tired, always sick, always angry. I want to go back, to be home, but there may not be a pack to go back to. Wolves were tearing each other's throats out when I left. Maybe all that remains is a pile of bloody bodies.

I can't go back, can I?

Tell me you won, Littlehare. Tell me it's safe to come home.

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I haven't spoken to you in a while little brother. I suppose that's because I'm not alone anymore. I have pups now, seven of them. They're all half coyote, all small. They're needy.

I have never understood what it truely meant to be needed. Even as yours and Duskwind's big sister, you both took care of each other more than anything. But these pups, they NEED me. If I were to leave, they would die. Their very lives depend on me playing my part.

I'm not sure I can handle that responsibility.

I'm not by myself anymore, but I have never felt more alone than I do now.

I wish you were here.

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I can't do this. I can't be a mother.

Mother taught me not to become attatched to your pups until after a few days. I couldn't help it. I found myself invested in them all, but I woke this morning with two of them stone-cold. I couldn't bring myself to bury them at first, but they began to decompose, and I realized the stench would draw predators.

I have never felt a pain like this since mother and father's death, or Duskwind's death. It's as if a part of me died with those two little ones. I might have laid down and died with them, but there are still five more who need me.

I want to know that it will be alright. That it won't get worse from here.

You can't give me that assurance, can you?

I miss home. I miss feeling safe.

I miss you, too.

Stay safe, Littlehare,

Shrikesong

~CL1

A novel of Frost: Chapter the First (Part I)

Frost yawned, stretched, and opened his eyes. Another day in the miserable camp of Knorg. Frost growled, his mood instantly souring. Knorg, a dragon-human hybrid, was the leader of the very legion that had killed his mother all those years ago. The Dragon Legion had died thousands of years ago, but after a single vial of dragon’s blood was discovered years after, Knorg drank the blood and became a hybrid super human. Now he infuses his army of scum with the same blood he had ingested years ago.

And soon enough, he would see that Frost was more than a worker, and would change him into a mindless killer as well. Frost grinned. Knorg could try if he wanted to. Frost was escaping tonight.

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After a long day of slave work, it was twilight. Frost grasped his necklace, said a quick prayer to the Goddess, and crushed the ice shard. He squeezed his eyes shut…

But nothing happened. Frost groaned and cursed his folly-

Right before something did happen, in fact. He felt his body warp and shift, grow smaller, but stronger.

He was an Ice Wolf. And he was ready to be done with this Goddess forsaken camp. He howled and charged for the barbed fences that had kept him trapped for two decades. The fence shattered and turned to ice as Frost ran through, kept running, and ran towards his past home. The mountain of the Frost Howlers, as it was now known.

(I did not have enough time to write the whole chapter, I will continue this chapter as soon as I get back home. I’m going on a trip, I’ll be back in a week.)

Your excited author,

-Frost

Ikr? More words crazy fan fics…

-Random person