Born of cold

Born in the frozen tundra of the feljord Tallow had to rely on his wit and will to survive the harsh cold environment. One day at the age of 16, he was out tracking the prints of what seemed to be a deer, a fair game he thought, he'd already been out for about 2 days following its trail, when he finally found it. In the unforgiving cold he poised, silent and ready, he drew the string of his bow, fashioned from the bones of his last meal, he was determined that it would not be his last, he held a breath focusing his aim, but just then they pounced. A pack of wolves, seven at the lest, had ambushed and pounced on the game that he was stalking, raising his arrow to the head of a wolf, he pondered to shoot it and have its meat in his belly, but at the scent of his presence 2 wolves raised their heads, looking him dead in the eyes, bearing their fangs he knew they ment business, life on the tundra was a harsh one. Two days out and four without food Tallow was beaten, a pack of three would tear him to shreds let alone four more, he lowered his bow, keeping his gaze fixed on the pack as he slowly retreated into the the airy white. In this cold the light faded fast and he was now lost in the vast on stretching tundra, it went on for miles but remained hidden from sight, only the white poweder, falling without sound could be seen, only 10 feet before vision it all blurred to nothing was. A world so cold is fit only for the storng. Living on his own he'd learned to survive, with nature as his teacher he learned to make out the figures of trees even through the snow, the forrest would thin out at either a bank or a bluff and he would test his luck. Making towards the ending of the tree line he pressed on, shielding his eyes the snow from he came upon a vast cavern leading into the snowy peaks, the light was fast fading and he decided that it would be best spent in a cave than the dangerous cold tundra night and he ventured into the cave.

Not knowing what was here he stayed only a few feet from the entrance, in case he needed a hasty escape. While he slept he felt as though the heat and life was being sapped from his body, unable to bare this ravenous cold he decided to go even further in to avoid the frigid winds blowing near the entrance. With only his bow made from the bones of a deing wolf, he noticed a faint light glowing from the depths of the cave. Moving in the shadows, he came upon a stone alter which seemed as though it had been frozen and carved by the winds howling through the carven. Looking about the cave he saw but 2 flame pillars burning an iridescent blue and an faintly glowing orb shaped relic at the center of the cave.

With his weapon in hand he moved toward it, feeling not even the cold, as he made his approach, the air was gone and it was as though the room was a void possibly outside of time. In his travels he had heard of such places and figured though it may be dangerous, it beats sleeping in the cold entrance. one With only one exit he decided to sleep near the back of the alter, that that way he'd hear if something entered the cave. That night, while Tallow slept, he envisioned a wolf had entered the cavern and was walking towards the alter, somehow he was floating above the relic, watching what was about to transpire, the wolf had brought in a rabbit and placed it at the foot of the alter, sitting back it watched as the rabbits corpse froze into ice and altogether vanish becoming one with the relic. At that point Tallow's image descended to the front of the cavern and into full view of the wolf, it dashed into him emitting a pulse as it howled.

Tallow shaken from his dream, awoke to an empty alter, frightfully looking about, he caught sight of his reflection in the icy walls and went number the sight, his skin had the same glow as the flames which burned at the alter, his breath was now ice and he could no longer feel the warmth of his blood. Looking at his hand the blue surge could only be his blood, it was as though he had been frozen himself, but somehow alive, he recollected his dream and found no evidence of anything coming into the cavern, completely confused, he left the alter in a frightened panic.I Only as he reached the entrance he realized, he had left his bow but by the mere thought one materialized in his hands, a bow made completely of ice, sturdy and tought he draw on the string, as he felt the hum, there standing before him was a massive silver wolf starting him in the face, out of sheer fright he fell back in the snowy cave entrance as the wolf howled before returning to the bow. Tallow grinned as he stepped out of the cavern raising his head to This new snowy day, he was reborn no longer a man but a hunter of ice.

Tallow: a lone wolf, steps from the shadows under the moon of a frozen tundra.