Snippet #2479385

In the frozen plains slightly north from the equator, the land was glowing white with the sun reflecting off of the snow covered land. However, the peaceful scenery was disturbed by a large group of gers dotted closely together across the plains. Built out of mammoth and deer hide, most gers were completely set up where some where still undergoing construction. On the outside, placed in a star shape around the settlement were smaller one to two man gers, about five of them. Outside stood two tamers at each ger, one was holding onto a sabre-tooth tiger by a rope around the neck where the other was setting up a wooden cage. The tigers were obviously well trained and tamed, they were either lying in the snow allowing the tamer to pet them or play fighting with the tamer.

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At the center of the settlement stood a tight collection of gers, the main family gers. They were decorated neatly and were made of high quality hide. Outside stood two men, conversing about the settlement;
"Everything seems to be running smoothly, Brother, now we just need to get the report back from the scouts before we get into action." One of the two spoke, he was the current leader of the Clan. Alekzandr Rostovii, he wore thick clothing made of mammoth fur, with leather gloves over his hands. As he exhaled, white steam diffused into the air.
"Mm, from the reports while traveling, the herd seems to be dwindling. But that could just be a false report, since the scouts were attacked by some damn sabre-tooth's." The other replies, Jodac Rostovii. A man of large build, dressed in similar clothing but had a black rag worn over his mouth. A large scythe-sword known as the Rostovii great sword hung from his belt, glistening in the sunlight.

The conversation was interrupted by a younger man, out of breath and dressed in poorly made insulated clothing. "Sir, we have the report on the herd. It's very small and consists of little adults. We think it's either a small amount of the main herd which was accidentally separated or a neighboring tribe had been picking at it." He spoke between breaths, hunched over and resting his hands on his knees.
"I see... Thank you. What about the foliage? There must be some fruits around." Alekzandr replied.
"Yes, there is a large amount of fruits in the forest nearby."
"That will have to do, we might need to lower rations for the following months. Go get the hunters to gather here at sunset." He dismissed the scout, causing him to nod and jog off, wheezing out of fatigue. He then turned to Jodac.
"Brother, I want you to gather the gatherers and set up on a foraging mission as soon as possible. Gather as much fruits and return by sundown."
"Ugh, seriously? You really do underestimate me." Jodac replied to his brother with a click of his tongue.
"I don't care, do as I say." He sharpened his voice at Jodac, forcing him to wonder off after giving a swearword and a large sigh.

"I wonder why I haven't been dreaming lately, It's hard to make decisions if I have no influence from the gods. Have I been abandoned? I need to find out, but I doubt my parents would help, they would get me dethroned at an instant. Jodac would do the same and Vladamir probably doesn't understand. I really don't trust Jodac though, he seems to be finding fault at everything I do. He must be planning something..." Alekzandr thought to himself and he headed off around the settlement, searching for his son.

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Vladamir was located at the edge of the settlement, play fighting with one of the tamed sabre-tooth tigers. His movements were smooth and he would click his tongue at random intervals to work as means as echolocation. He was also dressed in high quality furs with a black rag stretched across his eyes.
One of the tamers gave off a small giggle before speaking to the heir; "He seems to like you, Vladamir"
"Aha, maybe he is just working me up before he eats me." Vladamir replied with a joke, laughing a little.
"Hahaha, probably! Shouldn't you be heading to the center? Your father must be looking for you."
"Hm, I guess I should." Vladamir stood as he spoke, wiping his clothing all over with the effort to remove the snow from him. "Could you point me in the direction of the center?" The question caused the tamer to turn Vladamir's body towards the center of the settlement.
"That way."
"Thanks!" He waved as he walked off, clicking his tongue to determine a path.

"I should ask father why my dreams always consist of either standing in the snow surrounded by bodies, or at a mass funeral. And in each dream, I was covered in blood. Maybe it's just some nightmare, I don't want to worry him..." He thought to himself before being stopped by one of the clansmen who stated that Vladamir was about to walk into a ger. He was pointed onto the main path and set off towards the center.