Cold hell

Chapter 1

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Canine had arrived at the forests, but something was wrong, it felt like something was watching him. That very night, he went to drink, and saw a strange bird fly over the creek. He growled, blasting a beam if frost towards it, scaring it away. For now.

The next day, he went out hunting. He saw a trike, the perfect target. One beam of frost and a few bites later and the trike was dead. After his feast, Canine strolled around, looking for more prey. He was growing rapidly, thus he needed to eat more and more every day. One mammoth later and he finally felt at peace. He curled into a ball, falling a sleep, letting his body grow. He was drained after the long hunting he had done. And now he could rest.

The next morning he yet again hunted for more prey, mammoths, rexes, argys even survivors. But he didn’t find much. He settled on three trikes, as they were no longer even a threat towards him. They could still hurt him, but he could easily kill three of them. After his feats, he yet again hunted, and hunted, and hunted. Eventually he gave up. Curling up in a ball, falling a sleep.

-Surviver