Monday, January 7, 2019
Hunter part one......... Pitch black night surrounds the ancient hunter as he clings closer to the rock overhang trying to stay hidden from the danger stalking the night. Lightning cracks along the mountainside all around him lending bright light to the darkness every few moments. Raindrops turn the surface of the rock slick making it difficult to hold on in the stormy night as thunder echoes all around. Giant padded feet grate almost silently against the wet weathered stone only a few feet from the hunter. In a lightning flash he sees the longtoothed cat as it crouches for the killing blow. At the moment the cat leaps the hunter loses his grip and falls through the stormy night into the dark river below lightning illuminates the falling hunter to the cat for a moment then he is swallowed up by the night. Part two tomorrow...
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Believing your hunter is a warrior, and knowing a warrior leads with his heart I would call him Maka. This is what the Sioux called the earth. Each heart comes from the earth and each is returned to the earth. The words Earth and Heart use the exact same letters lending them, as I see it, to interchangeable quests within a storyline.
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