An ongoing slice-of-life series on my fursona's life.

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A year has passed since Zephyrius was sent out to the North Nubian Forest on his Trial of Solise, one of survival and solitude. Having no one to converse with but idle trees and what wildlife he encounters, still the jackal carries on knowing full well that his work in the future would entail long periods of loneliness. Despite his perceived loneliness there was always an observer who would visit frequently to check up on the jackal's well being from a distance.

By this time round he has had a year to hone his skills as a survivor, his body shaped as a result of his hard work. Zephyrius had slain more than a few dozen Shamayw in close quarter combat, and hunted prey for sustenance from afar.

In honing his ability to hunt, he was also training in the arts of stealth as prey animals were skittish and prone to flee with the slightest of triggers. Stealth would come to play a big role in the second aspect of his career; intelligence.


Zephyrius withdrew from a pouch in the corner of his tree house a small slightly fuchsia tinted crystal. Muttering a few incantations brought the crystal to light as he begun speaking to it.

Day 381: I have successfully managed to move within arm's reach of a feral deer. As I had sufficient cured meat in storage, I did not slew my prey, instead opting to merely pet it.

I've been here for a year now, I get the feeling that I am being watched periodically. I did not realise in the first few months of my stay, but as I honed my skills, so to did my senses grow. I feel a presence shrouded by magic on every 15th Sunrise. Though I am unable to pinpoint the source, I do know its friendly in nature or at least does not seek to do harm. I have begun talking in general whenever I sense this presence, hoping to get a response but maybe what I am really doing is just to hear my own voice. Just like this log I am keeping.

Eventually this journal of mine will find its way into the Vaults for future studies and I will do my best to ensure its usability. End Log.

With each memory stored, the crystal takes on more colour, an indication of its content saturation. It was indeed one of the miracles of Khemet's magic that enabled the full recollection of another's memory. And as Zephyrius finished his daily log, he kept the crystal back in the pouch and prepared to rest for the night.



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