Post by Finland on Jul 12, 2013 4:52:16 GMT -5
It was an early morning in spring, so long ago that Finland barely remembers it now. The sun had yet to rise to warm the land, and so the wind that blew through the forests and mountains carried with it an exceptionally cold chill from the Northwest; the area that had been long buried under merciless glaciers. It had been been freed from the cold only some thousands of years ago by now - an immensely short time for the world, and an endlessly long one to any common human. And so, while the time it had taken for the glaciers to melt had been so long no human could remember it any longer, a certain boy now sitting atop a tree, gazing at the east in wait for the sun to rise, remembered it well. He might have not ever visited the glaciers but he had felt the chill, and from atop the Urals he’d seen some of the ice. He never knew why, but he’d always felt almost drawn to the west. It was an indescribable sort of interest that refused to die down even as years passed by.
But that was neither here nor there; what he was focused on now was waiting for sunrise and pondering how many of them he had left to experience still. Unlike most of his peers, he didn’t seem to age as decades came and went; he was still a young boy around the age of five, with messy blond hair and the same bright blue eyes he’d have thousands of years ago. It was peculiar, and it didn’t help he had no recollection of how he had come to be. But if the world was born from eggs and the world was for forever, then maybe he was born from one, too? Wouldn’t that be amazing. He’d be like a god, sitting atop the tree of life.
He glanced down at the worn old tree he was holding onto and chuckled at the thought, only to immediately straighten his face and apologize for making fun of the deities. He didn’t want their wrath to fall on him. He wanted to be around and witness a few sunrises and sunsets more, if possible. Their beauty never ceased to stun him.
So, settling to just waiting for now, the boy took a firmer hold of the top branches he was sitting on and shifted his weight so as to not risk falling. Not that falling would be fatal, he figured; tall as the tree was, the grass below was soft and he seemed to be far more robust than most anyway. He had injured himself seriously before on multiple occasions during hunting trips and hikes yet here he was still, alive and well. He wouldn’t go so far as to call himself immortal, but he was... sturdy. Tough to kill. Or maybe he was just too stubborn to die? He knew a few of his friends would have probably told him such.
Tino smiled at the thought of his friends. The next few months would be so fun. There had been talk of moving west from their current habitat and that meant they would get to see the place where the glaciers used to be. He'd wanted to go and drag his friends with him for so long, but fear and uncertainty had kept him back despite himself. But now they'd all go, so it'd be alright. There would definitely be more game to hunt there, perhaps even some they'd never seen before? Oh, and he and Mátyás could compete over who got more fish again! Around his current home, it had started to get difficult; the rivers that once acted as homes for the fish were nothing but streams now, and it seemed like the entire world was shifting towards the west, game included. They'd need to follow.
Just then, the far eastern horizon started to slowly lit up and the boy instantly tensed, struggling to get even higher and closer to the scene unfolding in front of him - only to give too much credit to the branches’ thickness and end up breaking them under his sudden movements, resulting in him falling from his waiting spot right down onto the grass below - which, by the way, wasn't as soft as he'd hoped - right at the feet of one of his aforementioned friends.
His cousin, to be exact.
“Ow...”
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OOC: I hope this'll do! I decided to keep it short. Oh and as for the time of the setting... I think this takes place sometime around 9000-8000 BC, when the ice age in Europe ended and people started to migrate there. I decided to go with the human names, since it was doubtful they'd be referred to with country names that don't even exist yet. |D Tell me if I need to edit anything. Oh and me saying Finn had blue eyes was intentional; my headcanon is that they only got purplish under Russia's rule.
Oh, and yeah, according to Finnish creation legends, the world was indeed born from eggs. The Goddess of wind descended into waters, and a bluebill bird laid eggs on her knee. The eggs shattered and formed the earth, sky, sun, moon and clouds. And so on.
Also, edited Hungary's name to Mátyás in accordance with your post. Yush.
But that was neither here nor there; what he was focused on now was waiting for sunrise and pondering how many of them he had left to experience still. Unlike most of his peers, he didn’t seem to age as decades came and went; he was still a young boy around the age of five, with messy blond hair and the same bright blue eyes he’d have thousands of years ago. It was peculiar, and it didn’t help he had no recollection of how he had come to be. But if the world was born from eggs and the world was for forever, then maybe he was born from one, too? Wouldn’t that be amazing. He’d be like a god, sitting atop the tree of life.
He glanced down at the worn old tree he was holding onto and chuckled at the thought, only to immediately straighten his face and apologize for making fun of the deities. He didn’t want their wrath to fall on him. He wanted to be around and witness a few sunrises and sunsets more, if possible. Their beauty never ceased to stun him.
So, settling to just waiting for now, the boy took a firmer hold of the top branches he was sitting on and shifted his weight so as to not risk falling. Not that falling would be fatal, he figured; tall as the tree was, the grass below was soft and he seemed to be far more robust than most anyway. He had injured himself seriously before on multiple occasions during hunting trips and hikes yet here he was still, alive and well. He wouldn’t go so far as to call himself immortal, but he was... sturdy. Tough to kill. Or maybe he was just too stubborn to die? He knew a few of his friends would have probably told him such.
Tino smiled at the thought of his friends. The next few months would be so fun. There had been talk of moving west from their current habitat and that meant they would get to see the place where the glaciers used to be. He'd wanted to go and drag his friends with him for so long, but fear and uncertainty had kept him back despite himself. But now they'd all go, so it'd be alright. There would definitely be more game to hunt there, perhaps even some they'd never seen before? Oh, and he and Mátyás could compete over who got more fish again! Around his current home, it had started to get difficult; the rivers that once acted as homes for the fish were nothing but streams now, and it seemed like the entire world was shifting towards the west, game included. They'd need to follow.
Just then, the far eastern horizon started to slowly lit up and the boy instantly tensed, struggling to get even higher and closer to the scene unfolding in front of him - only to give too much credit to the branches’ thickness and end up breaking them under his sudden movements, resulting in him falling from his waiting spot right down onto the grass below - which, by the way, wasn't as soft as he'd hoped - right at the feet of one of his aforementioned friends.
His cousin, to be exact.
“Ow...”
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OOC: I hope this'll do! I decided to keep it short. Oh and as for the time of the setting... I think this takes place sometime around 9000-8000 BC, when the ice age in Europe ended and people started to migrate there. I decided to go with the human names, since it was doubtful they'd be referred to with country names that don't even exist yet. |D Tell me if I need to edit anything. Oh and me saying Finn had blue eyes was intentional; my headcanon is that they only got purplish under Russia's rule.
Oh, and yeah, according to Finnish creation legends, the world was indeed born from eggs. The Goddess of wind descended into waters, and a bluebill bird laid eggs on her knee. The eggs shattered and formed the earth, sky, sun, moon and clouds. And so on.
Also, edited Hungary's name to Mátyás in accordance with your post. Yush.
