Hnub 93 Creative Writing
Hnub 93
The scalding screech of the snow stretched out in an endless fog. The weather has remained a thick blanket of snow for the last week or so, and our food rations were painstakingly low. We’ve been traveling for 93 hunbs already, and we still haven’t reached suitable location for settling. As I sit here near the flicker of the magikó fos that has kept our thawj warm, lit the night and protected us from the dangerous trómoi of the wild, I stared out into the night sky and subconsciously reverted back to that night, the night. . . .I remember every vivid detail, from the shouts of defiance to the threats and insults, screamed without a second thought. The split. Half of us headed one way, the other another. The night where the decision …show more content…
I am enjoying the new scenery and the Tsob nroj’s that walk alongside us. A week ago, our thawj coj made a decision that still haunts members of our thawj. I for one, was all right with getting rid of the lazy, annoying members who moped around and complained all day. But many members of my thawj are concerned with the thawj coj’s careless way of throwing creations of the mother spider in such a way. I fear this will cause another split in the thawj.
Hnub 156 The split has devastated the remainder of my thawj, undermining our ability to survive in this harsh environment. We still have 54 members. It is the others that I worry about. The tromoi of this foreign place could easily hunt them down.
Hnub 170 Them. Or what remains of them. The 16 members that defected from our thawj. My friends call it the Tsiaj-Qus. The terrible beast that did it all. Our thawj coj has decided that we need to hunt it down, because sooner or later it will find us, and its skin and meat could be valuable for us. I disagree. But unlike the now dead defects, I don’t question my thawj coj. What he says is law, and law is what I follow. I head out tomorrow along with a few others to find the
The scalding screech of the snow stretched out in an endless fog. The weather has remained a thick blanket of snow for the last week or so, and our food rations were painstakingly low. We’ve been traveling for 93 hunbs already, and we still haven’t reached suitable location for settling. As I sit here near the flicker of the magikó fos that has kept our thawj warm, lit the night and protected us from the dangerous trómoi of the wild, I stared out into the night sky and subconsciously reverted back to that night, the night. . . .I remember every vivid detail, from the shouts of defiance to the threats and insults, screamed without a second thought. The split. Half of us headed one way, the other another. The night where the decision …show more content…
I am enjoying the new scenery and the Tsob nroj’s that walk alongside us. A week ago, our thawj coj made a decision that still haunts members of our thawj. I for one, was all right with getting rid of the lazy, annoying members who moped around and complained all day. But many members of my thawj are concerned with the thawj coj’s careless way of throwing creations of the mother spider in such a way. I fear this will cause another split in the thawj.
Hnub 156 The split has devastated the remainder of my thawj, undermining our ability to survive in this harsh environment. We still have 54 members. It is the others that I worry about. The tromoi of this foreign place could easily hunt them down.
Hnub 170 Them. Or what remains of them. The 16 members that defected from our thawj. My friends call it the Tsiaj-Qus. The terrible beast that did it all. Our thawj coj has decided that we need to hunt it down, because sooner or later it will find us, and its skin and meat could be valuable for us. I disagree. But unlike the now dead defects, I don’t question my thawj coj. What he says is law, and law is what I follow. I head out tomorrow along with a few others to find the