I’ve been traveling for several months now. Familiarizing myself with all everything possible to keep my mind occupied. 

Hiding whenever someone came in sight.

Who knows. Maybe they discovered my empty grave and sent a search party to find and dispose of me.

What I’ve come to learn is that my memory is really good. Nothing I can’t forget if I set my mind to it.

The ring I picked up seems to be a gift from my otherworldly benefactor. It came well stocked with everything I would need. 

Ample space to store and carry anything I so wished. All without the weight.

I’ve been creating and consuming various medicines to stave off hunger and allow my body ample growth. 

Sure, it’s a bit tasteless, but I can’t really hunt for anything on this forsaken plain.

The animals are all on high alert, and run away with alarming speed whenever I even come in sight. 

As for other people. I stop and hide wherever I can as soon as I spot them.

They’ll often stop around my area to look for me, but it seems like I’m pretty good at this hiding thing. 

They’ll always get within arms reach, but never find me. After the first few times I don’t even panic.

There isn’t much else to do so I’m always mixing concoctions and testing them on myself. Adding to the wealth of knowledge I began with. 

Mostly to increase my physique, and it’s working quite well.

Still. It’s boring as all hell out here. I’m starting to get lonely all by myself. That’s why I’ve taken it upon myself to create some friends.

At first it started as a joke of some sort, but after being alone for so long… they started talking back to me.

“Hey, Fenrir, what should we do today?” I ask the piece of rock. It almost does look like a wolf… if one were to squint really hard.

Same as always I suppose. -Fenrir

Why not try something different? It’s Soren this time. My vain day of attempting to create a sterling owl.

“Well, what would you suggest?”

It’d be wise to try and talk to some people don’t you think? I figure you’re far enough to have escaped any search net. -Soren

“Truly a wise answer,” I reply. However, try as I might I couldn’t find a single person on the horizon today.

How about some hunting? I could teach you if you want. -Fenrir

“That could prove fairly interesting. I’m in.”

Alright, first you get on all fours, and begin prowling around for prey. -Fenrir

“Ohhh, it’s working already. I see a couple of deer looking creatures in the distance and they haven’t even noticed. Now what.”

Try erasing your presence and approach with a slow crawl. Make sure to stop and stay very still if their ears perk up. -Fenrir

I listen to the rock in my pocket and proceed stalking the deer thing. I got close enough to nearly touch the damn beast.

Alright, now that you’re in position, all that’s left is to pounce and bite. Aim for the neck and try to twist it -Fenrir

‘Gotcha.’ I confirm before doing just that.

A look of fear flashes in my prey’s eyes as it attempts to run, but it’s too late. I’ve got it’s neck in my grasp as I use the force of my leap to twist it in one go.

It falls to the floor limp as the others run away.

“AHAHAAHAHAHHAAH,” I laugh in exhilaration from my success.

“TODAY I FEAST!”

AWOOOOOOOOOOOO -Fenrir

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Even Soren flaps it’s woody wings in delight.

As I stand there basking in my glory I see people running towards me from the corner of my eye.

Too late to hide, I just stand there. One foot planted on the carcass of my prey. They hurriedly fall to their knees in front of me.

What a figure I must have painted. 

One foot on my kill with blood dripping from my mouth. Still drunk on the hunt I glare fiercely at the newcomers. Before I can speak their leader opens his mouth.

“We are honored by your presence lord Tekkeit.”

I’m not sure what’s going on, but let’s just go with it. I assume a condescending attitude.

“Tell me mortal. How you ascertained my identity.”

“Forgive me my lord if you wished to remain ambiguous, but how can one mistake the lord of the hunt? 

Not when his glorious visage of silver hair and golden eyes are so blatantly on display. Not when he savagely kills a caribou with nought but his hands. 

Approaching the wary beast so close that one only has to reach out to touch it.”

Well. Guess my gamble paid off. I’m now a god. Weeheehee. Now let’s see what I can get out of it.

“Where is the nearest settlement?”

“The fierce and loyal clan of Vrak makes camp just a few leagues away my lord. If it would please you I would extend an invitation so that we may throw a feast in your honor.”

I give a show of pondering before answering. “It would please me.”

The men jump and woot before running towards their camp. I follow closely at an easy lope. Each of my steps take me much further than they manage in five. 

‘Thanks for the tip Fenrir.’

Don’t mention it pal. -Fenrir

Hundreds of leather tents come into view as we continue. Apparently I spot the encampment before the others and steer them towards it. “As expected of lord Tekkeit!” One of them yells.

I raise the pace and soon, I stand before a group of fifty warriors. The people of the hunting group catch up moments later heaving.

The warriors are all dressed in some type of fur. Most of the clothes are dotted with large beads of iron. They’re waiting impatiently for the hunters to give their report.

“I, Kerva son of Korvask, have the honor of presenting to the clan of Vrak our great lord Tekkeit!”

The warriors suddenly burst out into cheer infecting the surroundings until the entire camp is shouting in joy.

Festivities begin immediately. Fires are blazing with hundreds of caribou cooking on spits. 

Children running about with smiles and laughter. Men dancing and fighting all over, and women, now unburdened by their clothes, dance throughout the camp.

I find that last part a bit distasteful. I prefer my women meek.. like a lamb for slaughter.. uhehehe.

What I recognize to be seerseed is passed around and consumed by men and women alike. 

They’re no doubt hallucinating like crazy right about now. I shrug and think ‘why not?’ Before popping in a handful.

Some of the elder people are sitting around a fire and begin telling stories of the god Tekkeit in my honor. I stroll right by and into a giant tent.

Wouldn't do to not be able to recount my own tales now, would it?

Inside I find dozens of people enjoying the pleasures of the flesh. As soon as they see me, the women giggle before pulling me towards the writhing mass.

‘I don’t know if this is smart.’ I plant my feet before we reach it, and despite there being six women pulling me we stop. 

They find it impossible to move me, and decide to just service me then and there.

As my pants fall to the floor a sudden commotion stops everyone in their tracks.

“A raid! A raid! The clan of Hjorn has come for blood!”

And like most hairy situations. There I was. Caught with my pants down.