“What? No. How did this become pick on Callum day?” Asked Callum over the icy wind that beat at his exposed skin with ferocity.“How else are we gonna distract ourselves from this cold?” Gorman shouted in reply.Lorne responded, “with Callum’s love life, lack of...”The five young men were painfully traveling through the bitter freezing morning air. The party was heading southwest, back to Ondu. They had been gone for fifteen days, one day longer than they were expected to be gone. Bastien had made them pack up and head for home, they all longed to be out here hunting. The hunt spoke to their souls as it did in most of the men from Ondu, as well as some of the women. Bastien was the closest thing to a leader that this group had, he was smart, strong, and confident. Whenever the five got into a scenario where someone needed to take charge, the default setting was Bastien. Something about his personality, his demeanor, just said leader; he had no doubt he would be chief one day. The pa
Callum always walked on eggshells around Marx, she could turn right around in the blink of an eye. One moment she would be your friend then, with an imperceptible quickness, she would change one hundred and eighty degrees. He liked her though, despite her all-knowing look that naturally graced her face. Marx was not the tallest or the prettiest, but she was authentic. She was always herself; confident, sassy, and genuine. Most people knew Marx, and liked her, but she rubbed some people the wrong way. Not on purpose mind you, she was a strong-willed woman, and she didn’t care whether she was liked or not. Callum wondered if she had a softer side.“How do you guys keep warm?”“The same way we do here, we built a fire, made temporary shelter and kept out of the wind.” Callum took a bite of bread after he finished his explanation.“You make it sound so simple.”“It is, I mean, we just have everything here already set up. Someone at some time had to establish Ondu, it didn’t just spring up
They had been completely naked twice in the kiln room. The last time, Kaya was on top of him, her skin was a light with the kiln fire. Her breast perfectly symmetrical in the dim light of the room. Her long-braided hair draped over one shoulder, gently brushed his chest. She had straddled him, when he looked down at his swollen cock, Kaya had it in her hand and the hair on her lower belly was inches from him. It was hard for him to clear his mind of those thoughts, he wanted to be with Kaya, but he wasn’t sure of his feelings for her. He said the same to Kaya while she held him in her hand, they did not have sex that day although one part of Callum was sure of its feelings.It was still bitter cold, and Callum knew he would be outside while he talked to Kaya, so he dressed like he was going hunting again. When he was ready to go, he made his way to the front door of his home. His mother spotted him before he left.“Where are you going on this wintry morning? Hunting again?”“No mom, I
Kaya sat on her parents’ bed, on the side where her mother lay. The sound of the winter winds blowing and the distant crackle of the hearth fire, were the only sounds as her conscious mind processed what her sub-conscious mind already understood. Her mother was gone. A panic gripped her after the realization. She jumped up, pushing on her mother’s side, shaking her, and screaming. She was in shock. She shook her mother intensely praying that she would wake up. Kathryn did not wake up, Kaya screamed again. No one heard her wails; they were instead carried away with the wind.When her mother didn’t wake up, Kaya raced around to the side of the bed that her father lay on. She touched his hand after she uncovered it, she was too afraid to pull the blanket back too far, his hand was frozen too. Her eye’s burned, her throat went dry as a pit formed in her gut. Her heart thumped heavily in her chest; tears fell freely.“Dad?” She called out.She continued to shake her father’s body, she lost
Callum was sitting on a hay bale in the stables where his father kept their horses. Marx was brushing a mare as Callum watched. Callum was not the best horsemen, sure he could ride, but it often was at his own peril. His father told him that the animals were smart and intuitive, they could pick up on the emotions of their rider. Callum wasn’t afraid of the horses, per say, but they did unnerve him most of the time. Callum rarely rode because of this and that was why Marx was brushing the horse now. Both Callum, and the horses of Ondu, had an unspoken agreement; they only shared company if they had too.Marx was brushing the flank of Callum’s father’s horse. Everyone in Ondu knew that Callum and the horses had a tenuous relationship at best. She was only there to be with Callum, the horses were only slightly annoyed. She also knew that standing out in the cold talking to Kaya through the wall of her room was something she wouldn’t do. Marx and the cold had a hate, hate, relationship. S
When Briaunna awoke she was still tired. Her eyes felt like they were filled with sand, the gritty feeling kept her from blinking. Her mouth was dry from sleep, her nose was stuffed up and it was impossible to breathe through it. The chill from winter hung low, lingering close to the ground. She was warm under the blanket but knew that she had to get up. Reluctantly, she flung the covers off her and was immediately attacked by the cold, the bitter air made her skin feel raw as her body heat was quickly wicked away. When she put her feet down, it was so cold that she pulled them right back up. Then she sighed and put them back on the ground.Briaunna was responsible, she was diligent and intelligent, most people underestimated her. She quietly took in everything she could, her studious eyes watched the world around her with interest. Interest that always led to understanding, she wanted to know everything she could, she looked to understand why things were the way they were. She also h
“You’re almost there Indra, one last big push!”“C’mon mom, one last push.” Echoed Briaunna.“I can’t. I have nothing left.” Indra said in a weak voice.“Yes, you can!”“I can’t, I, can’t.” She gasped.“Brie, keep holding her while I get some water.” Talia rose and fetched some water for Indra to drink. “Drink this honey. Slowly, take some small sips.”Indra did as she was told, she couldn’t argue anyways, she didn’t have the energy for it.“I’m here mom, here, lean on me.” Briaunna cradled her mother’s weight, she held her tightly. “You can do this.”“No, I can’t, not anymore.” She was breathing heavily into her daughter’s chest.“Yes, you can, and you will.” Talia said with finality.The last contraction struck. It was as strong as all the earlier ones, but with Indra’s exhaustion she was almost limp when it started. It was the last contraction; her limp body offered no Resistance to the contraction. Her body did what it did naturally, her tiredness kept her from bracing herself for
Indra remained sheltered in her room, she rarely revealed herself to anyone, even her family seldom saw her. She refused to feed her son, the first night Talia had stayed to breastfeed the newborn, Harden had to have two other mothers help with the feeding of his son. Indra wouldn’t care for the baby in any capacity, she flat out refused. She stayed in her room, and in her own head, she beat herself up with the thoughts of her horrible actions and how they changed everything in her life. She felt so depressed, so worthless, she cried frequently. Harden had given up trying to convince her of his love for her and the baby, he said he would raise the child as his own, but that just made Indra want to vomit.This winter also marked the first murders in the history of The People. Rognvald Aa Scandiniv had become so convinced that his son Erek’s affair with Indrasena would ruin his chances of becoming chief, along with his reputation, so he acted. Erek had told his father that Tombold Flist