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Jun. 24th, 2013 12:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alostrangerThere is a legend that says that a man who hunts alone in the cold and the snow does so at his own peril, for mother nature cannot forgive or forget anyone who challenges her will...
The wind blows through the trees and the cold deepens and it is a warning that the world ends and man has no place in the darker places. It is a warning, and a lingering one. Do not track game into the deep woods. Do not leave the beaten trails that is for other creatures to walk their paths.
Not all men listen to this however. Not all men or women walk their paths - man is made to explore. Man is an abnormality. Nature has made a thing it cannot control and it consistently tries to teach man lessons that he refuses to learn...
No matter what the consequences to the tribes when he returns.
He'd been walking for hours. Days. A few miles a day, crawling across snowbanks and down into lush green valleys. Why he keeps going he doesn't know. He's quite sure that he's been given up for dead.
Over into the spring, into the grass, smelling the verdant earth and dreaming of getting back to the ranger station until he heard it. You slip into survival, you fall into the trap of being less then human so when the noise hit him he knew bear.
A big one.
He'd conserved his bullets, trying to. Early on, into his captivity before the green had vanished and the snows had set he had feared the bears and his colleague (Brian, his name was Brian.) had insisted they just stay out of the way of the bigger creatures in the forest.
So when he was ready - he was ready and he slid between the woman and the bear, gun drawn and firing. Man versus nature as nature roared in anger and he was taken. Taken deep.
----
Paul Jones was one of six rangers sent out just before the snows melted looking for Lucy Yu, a hiker who had become injured in the forest. Trapped by a snow storm, he spent two months in the cold with his colleagues as they died one by one. He found his way out just in time to save a woman from a bear attack - dragging the two of them mutually to the nearest ranger station where she was hailed as a hero, and he was sent off for rehabilitation.
Because Paul had been injured- living off a broken leg. His colleagues kept him alive, one after the other until Michael confessed that the crow they'd been living off of was the remains of the other men. Paul accepted it - until he dreamed of the stag - the stag with wolf paws who told him to leave the cave and so he left - but all meat tastes foul now and he can sense...changes.
Something else has crawled out. And it is up to the woman who's life he saved to solve the mystery.
The wind blows through the trees and the cold deepens and it is a warning that the world ends and man has no place in the darker places. It is a warning, and a lingering one. Do not track game into the deep woods. Do not leave the beaten trails that is for other creatures to walk their paths.
Not all men listen to this however. Not all men or women walk their paths - man is made to explore. Man is an abnormality. Nature has made a thing it cannot control and it consistently tries to teach man lessons that he refuses to learn...
No matter what the consequences to the tribes when he returns.
He'd been walking for hours. Days. A few miles a day, crawling across snowbanks and down into lush green valleys. Why he keeps going he doesn't know. He's quite sure that he's been given up for dead.
Over into the spring, into the grass, smelling the verdant earth and dreaming of getting back to the ranger station until he heard it. You slip into survival, you fall into the trap of being less then human so when the noise hit him he knew bear.
A big one.
He'd conserved his bullets, trying to. Early on, into his captivity before the green had vanished and the snows had set he had feared the bears and his colleague (Brian, his name was Brian.) had insisted they just stay out of the way of the bigger creatures in the forest.
So when he was ready - he was ready and he slid between the woman and the bear, gun drawn and firing. Man versus nature as nature roared in anger and he was taken. Taken deep.
----
Paul Jones was one of six rangers sent out just before the snows melted looking for Lucy Yu, a hiker who had become injured in the forest. Trapped by a snow storm, he spent two months in the cold with his colleagues as they died one by one. He found his way out just in time to save a woman from a bear attack - dragging the two of them mutually to the nearest ranger station where she was hailed as a hero, and he was sent off for rehabilitation.
Because Paul had been injured- living off a broken leg. His colleagues kept him alive, one after the other until Michael confessed that the crow they'd been living off of was the remains of the other men. Paul accepted it - until he dreamed of the stag - the stag with wolf paws who told him to leave the cave and so he left - but all meat tastes foul now and he can sense...changes.
Something else has crawled out. And it is up to the woman who's life he saved to solve the mystery.
