Finding a better place to keep this thing

To My Tuchuk family... I do apologize for the previous entry and will make certain Silken does not find this journal again. Again, I do apologize.

Silken...in her own words.

One does not need to be a Spex to see how beautiful and loving my Mate Silken is.. She is just so wonderful... I am so lucky because no other ass can have Her. She is Mine.. All Mine... look but dont touch or I'll break your fingers.

Hot & Bothered

I caught my reflection today at the stream. I was not certain if it was truly my body reflecting back at me. I used to be a very solid warrior but now as I look at the water, I am not the same as I once was. I have been spending alot of time in the forge and the heat from the forge itself makes a Tuchuk lose some of that thickness in his body. This season though has been especially hard and I am not eating as much as I used to. I suspect this is the result. On the plus side, I am seeing muscles I have not seen before because there is nothing covereing them now. I tell myself I am going to be fine for if there was a true problem, Silken would surely have said something. Just another perk of having a healer as a mate. The heat though is becoming more of a problem as the season wears on. The stream, like my body, is shrinking. Especially as of late. The grass is sadly dying and the bosk are now getting restless. The weakest ones have started to succomb to the heat. Life on the plains, in general, has slowed to a crawl. One does not need to be a spex to know that something is different on the plains. You can almost taste it, smell it in the air. Something is wrong and it shall show itself sooner or later. Preferably sooner, I hate waiting.

Play With Fire, You Will Be Burned

I hear only silence as I open my eyes. Left to right, right to left. I am in a wagon...no, I am my wagon. Sleeping. Why? Then it comes back now...I was at the forge, hammering out a collar when the hammer strike sounds hollow. A sound that is not good for either you just cracked your hammer or the metal was weaker which, in turn, breaks. It did break, I heard it. I turn to find it as it fell on my blind side when it occuredto me I heard the break but not it hitting the ground. The curvature of the collar and the shape of the hammer after so many poundings just made for a rather unfortunate accident. Now, this whole thought process was instant in my head. Just as quick as that thought came so did the collar that was snapped in half. It shot up and into me. Natural reaction was to get it off and I do so. I do it by quickly clamping my hand on it and throwing it down. I quickly leave the forge and mount my Kaiila and ride out to the plains. I go far enough now to know I am alone and then let the anger for my carelessness out. Let the pain it is causing me out. A fierce primal roar comes out and echoes around me on the plains. Now, I have to control the pain for a burn is not like a quiva strike, lance strike or any weapon strike really. It burns and continues to do so to you for some time. I close my eyes and focus on the pain and to no longer let it be in control for I am in control. I did this for some time. How long? I do not know. I am brought back to the plains now with the sound of someone approaching and looking slowly, I know it is Silken. Silken treats my arm and gives me things for it to help in dealing with the burn. After such, I do feel tired. Really tired. Before I can even ask Silken what it was I had, I am asleep. I never fall asleep like that. Not that fast anyway. Odd.