seen from Mexico
seen from Vietnam
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Spain
seen from Vietnam
seen from United States
seen from France
seen from Vietnam
seen from India
seen from Macao SAR China
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from India
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from China
Naekit scrambled to the top of the dead and dying steelwood tree. It had been centuries since it bore leaves, but its trunk and limbs were still as sturdy as a song.
At the top of the tree, he was finally able to be eye to eye with the beast that silently swims through the clouds.
That familiar mix of ash and bone swirled in the air. Naekit knew to hold his breath when the wind carried the grim particulates, but it had been so long since he had been to the Dusted that he almost caught a taste of it.
Naekit may have been born here, but only the dead are raised in the Dusted.
he was not a father by blood or for that matter, choice. but a father of circumstance was a title he did not feel he had it in himself to discard.
he has been named
For a creature as small as Naekit, the light that peeked between the leaves of the trees was thousands of twinkling moments of respite from the cold and uncertain forest floor.
Though, this was likely the same for a creature much larger than Naekit, too.
The ground squished beneath Naekit's feet. it may have had fingers, but he dared not look down. To disrespect the White Mountain in its own domain meant a fate worse than death.
Naekit shuddered, for he did not know if it was more disrespectful to stare than to look away.
Naekit stood in the dark. The void that swallowed everything and equalized it. In this dark, even the mass of pain before him looked small. He still had to crane his neck to see its twisting arm reach into the shadowed distance, but even in this dark, the enormous, writhing mass of pain was so very small.
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A little guy is back for winter, but this time's a little different. Instead of 31 daily drawings, I'm stretching my writing muscles and updating a weekly short prose story (with images included, of course.)
Take a closer look at Naekit and his world in Inherit: The Slumbering Storm.
