Niyu
every shadow no matter how deep
is threatened by the morning light
is threatened by the morning light
Today, Niyu was out hunting once again.
This time she would simply be out searching for Luxere and the other herbivores that roam the icy tundra. She would do well to stay away from any Ursurs and not fool herself into thinking that she could take down one alone, no matter how good her skill with the bow was. Years of lectures and reprimand had been drilled into her head, and for good purpose, as the massive bear was not only massive, it was also highly dangerous and responsible for many of the deaths of unsuspecting travellers anywhere in the icy wasteland. Dressed in her usual fur and hide parka that kept her warm and dry, with a machete on her hip and a spear and a bow along with a fully stocked quiver of snow white fletched arrows.
As she began to ready the sled, excitable barks from her dogs filled the air. Once she was ready, she unleashed the dogs from their kennels and placed the sled’s harness over each one of them. Once all twelve dogs were ready, Niyu gave the command and they were off into the tundra.
The sled sped across the sea of ice and snow, the well-trained dogs leading her to any possible locations wherever their superior senses could detect any signs of the luxure. As the dogs barked in succession before heading in a new direction, Niyu held on tight as the sled swerved towards their new path. They had smelt something.
The hunt was on. As the dogs gradually slowed down, she understood the signal and stepped off the sled as it came to a stop, preparing herself.
Gripping her bow in her hand, she measured the wind with a simple tool that resembled a tiny windmill and satisfied with its direction, she stepped crouched and ever so silently and closely towards the herd of prey in the distance.
This time she would simply be out searching for Luxere and the other herbivores that roam the icy tundra. She would do well to stay away from any Ursurs and not fool herself into thinking that she could take down one alone, no matter how good her skill with the bow was. Years of lectures and reprimand had been drilled into her head, and for good purpose, as the massive bear was not only massive, it was also highly dangerous and responsible for many of the deaths of unsuspecting travellers anywhere in the icy wasteland. Dressed in her usual fur and hide parka that kept her warm and dry, with a machete on her hip and a spear and a bow along with a fully stocked quiver of snow white fletched arrows.
As she began to ready the sled, excitable barks from her dogs filled the air. Once she was ready, she unleashed the dogs from their kennels and placed the sled’s harness over each one of them. Once all twelve dogs were ready, Niyu gave the command and they were off into the tundra.
The sled sped across the sea of ice and snow, the well-trained dogs leading her to any possible locations wherever their superior senses could detect any signs of the luxure. As the dogs barked in succession before heading in a new direction, Niyu held on tight as the sled swerved towards their new path. They had smelt something.
The hunt was on. As the dogs gradually slowed down, she understood the signal and stepped off the sled as it came to a stop, preparing herself.
Gripping her bow in her hand, she measured the wind with a simple tool that resembled a tiny windmill and satisfied with its direction, she stepped crouched and ever so silently and closely towards the herd of prey in the distance.
Sometimes the heart sees
what the eye cannot
what the eye cannot
