I have had a bullet from a civilized man plunge into my breastbone and shatter it; I remember dying shortly after. The world of the dead is not less colorful, but rather more... but my ability to see it faded as eternal seconds ticked by.
There was a spiritwalker nearby who wrangled my soul into my body again, and a lifewalker who sealed the hole in my chest with hasty magic. They killed the human who had shot me as I tried to breathe past the blood pooled in my lungs, tried to stand with muscles that had been dead for two minutes.
I am no longer so certain about beastwalkers being the closest to Hunter. I didn't see it when I was in its realm.
My name has become famous amongst the youths, now. Panthera going through the very beginnings of their training speak excitedly about getting to meet me when they go to meet their elders in Kurajos, as though I and not Ashsower am elder of the city.
'Plainstalker.' I'm one of few whose names haven't changed, even though our tribe's place in the world has been wavering and evolving. The open fields are mine to hunt, and that will never be untrue.
Hunter seems very far away these days. I wonder at my kindred's willingness to follow the Lupos gods, and then I remember that Hunter is the god of the beastwalkers and no one else... a god who never shows its face even to its most loyal followers.
What does it mean to be a beastwalker?
It means to be alone in the deep wilds of the world.
- I'm feeling:
accomplished - I hear:Blind Guardian
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