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100,000 years ago, a gravedigger of the far north did something unusual when he befriended a pair of strange birds that had been following him for some time, pestering for scraps. For days he had tried to make them get lost, turning around and chasing them into the distance. He couldn’t keep up long, though, and as soon as he tired, they returned and walked a few meters behind him. He eventually grew apathetic to them, and then almost began to appreciate the company. A life alone on the tundra, even for a hermit-like species like this, was for some a lonely one. If nothing else, the birds would provide entertainment to a repetitive day to day grind. His most recent kill - a thorngrazer - was indeed so large he would probably be unable to eat it all before he had to move on anyway, and if something else had to eat his leavings, well then it might as well be these harmless trunked chickens and not the packs of circuagodogs that would take his every last kill if he didn’t keep ahead of them. So he shared the least desirable tidbits, luring the small but intimidating-looking trunkos close and tossing them the scraps.

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Description

100,000 years ago, a gravedigger of the far north did something unusual when he befriended a pair of strange birds that had been following him for some time, pestering for scraps. For days he had tried to make them get lost, turning around and chasing them into the distance. He couldn’t keep up long, though, and as soon as he tired, they returned and walked a few meters behind him. He eventually grew apathetic to them, and then almost began to appreciate the company. A life alone on the tundra, even for a hermit-like species like this, was for some a lonely one. If nothing else, the birds would provide entertainment to a repetitive day to day grind. His most recent kill - a thorngrazer - was indeed so large he would probably be unable to eat it all before he had to move on anyway, and if something else had to eat his leavings, well then it might as well be these harmless trunked chickens and not the packs of circuagodogs that would take his every last kill if he didn’t keep ahead of them. So he shared the least desirable tidbits, luring the small but intimidating-looking trunkos close and tossing them the scraps.

Read the rest of this entry on the Serina site: sites.google.com/site/worldofs…