The Legend of Smit-rak

Cold Days

In the winter one with fur is lucky! I have no fur just this peachy flesh. My long mane keeps my head warm luckily, as my chin mane keeps my face warm. Being seven foot tall doesn't help when I need furs for clothing. That requires a lot of animals, which is a lot of hunting.

Hunting is rather tedious and requires patience. That is something my dear son can't handle at his young age. Poor boy just a few moons old. I'm sure he will be strong enough to fight bears once he turns my age. He is a good son, from a good mother. A beautiful mother, that is.

Hoping I will find a bear soon. Hmmm I hear some low rumbles. Ahh yes finally a nice big black bear. I'm sure it will feed the family for a few moons. It sees me! With one powerful strike from my axe I take the beast down. Not as strong as I assumed. I start to skin the beast and hum my favorite tune "Death to the Scales." One of the many songs I can play on a lute.

My mother used to love my lute playing. She was the one who put me through the bard's college. Many moons of saving. Lady luck yet again was on my side. The college was fun and also taught me how to sing and play the flute. A great time I had!

A/N I'll try to make these longer, but this is really just to see if the story will be interesting. So please leave feedback