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RE: ACT I SCENE I - Glacial - 2/1/2026
Home…
An interesting word, one The Beast does not know amongst the rest; He tries his best to sound it just as before, and should the small dove grant him continued audience, he eventually gets it after a mess of garbled tones.
“Home…”
A small tentative step forward—something odd given his size and stature. The snarling beast just a tick ago— now reduced to a shy animal before The Bird; the only absolute in his gaze.
He yearns for her to stay.
To keep him company.
To show him more words...
and that means bowing his head and taking small steps
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An interesting word, one The Beast does not know amongst the rest; He tries his best to sound it just as before, and should the small dove grant him continued audience, he eventually gets it after a mess of garbled tones.
“Home…”
A small tentative step forward—something odd given his size and stature. The snarling beast just a tick ago— now reduced to a shy animal before The Bird; the only absolute in his gaze.
He yearns for her to stay.
To keep him company.
To show him more words...
and that means bowing his head and taking small steps
RE: ACT I SCENE I - Iglux̂ - 2/1/2026
Her face contorts, fear and mistrust giving way to the realization that the boulder had likely been cast into the taiga as they all were, stripped of belonging and identity.
That understanding does not make Iglux̂ his savior nor saatsine his shelter—not after the way he’d bared his teeth at her only moments before. She does not trust him, and her eyes still bare it plainly. But there is a curiosity now, to see how he would take to the herds, whether he would blood himself as a caribou hunter and submit to their chieftain.
Iglux̂ says no more. She shuffles back until the space between them allows her a full turn, then she pads several quick paces out to the far treeline, nose tipping back over her shoulder to see if he was following.
It is not an invitation— but neither is it the refusal it had been.