It gently snowed as the last yeti walked along the Himalayan mountains. Periodically it would stop and yelp as loud as it could just to find a mate. He had been doing it for over 10 years. Though regardless of his isolation, he tried and believed that he would one day find a member of their own species. Even when he couldn’t understand the likelihood of that being possible was nonexistent.

Yetis took decades to mature, while he may be 50 years old. He would be considered a young teenager who would mope and complain like one. However, in his case, he had no one to complain to. No one to vent his frustrations, or to love.

Along his usual path, he froze as he sensed something, the yeti ducked into a blanket of snow to camouflage itself. Humans! With their bags and sticks unknowingly hiked past the yeti. They’ve mistaken the yelps for some strange goat or Tahr. They came to hike along the path to a nearby shelter not so far from where they were heading. Unaware of the terrified creature that hid in the snow, how it cowered at the presence of something it could easily kill. The yeti was taller, stronger, faster, tougher, a true hypothetical apex predator of the mountains.

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Yet it feared humanity, for it remembered what they had done to him. When he was just a cub, his mother hid him while they were being hunted down. He watched in the darkness, behind a rock of a dingy cave how his mother was shot to death and her body dragged to the surface.

Ever since he was orphaned, he searched for his people. He wanted to be with those just like him, to socialise, to share food, and to experience what love was like. Yetis are all monogamous and mates-for-life, and when he slept, he dreamed of a bond that could never be broken. He believed the planet could break before his love for his mate would, if only he could prove that sentiment.

At times he wondered why humans attacked his kind, they’re vegetarians and scavengers. He never hunted, nor did he desire to hurt any living creature. The only desire he had was to be happy with others, without fear, hunger, or even the strangeness of humanity as they tread along his mountainous home.

Tired, he left his snow cover and began hiking west. Just before the winds began to pick up.