June 15 - Amoroq
White wolf, lone hunter,
Stalking the night time stalker
To punish folly.
Awesome! I love that aspect of the lore that it hunts you if you hunt at night, makes it extra sinister🖤
I’m guessing there were also good reasons not to hunt at night for the Inuit…like maybe not being able to see weak ice or a drift that hid a cliff edge…😬
Oh for sure, a lot of folklore is cautionary. There are so many “don’t go out into x alone or y will eat you” stories for good reason.
Many fear amarok
Fangs on their throat, sharp enough
To pull souls from flesh
Very cool 😎 I really love this image🖤
Thanks for letting us know about this- something I might want to use for a story.
🫡
I return to suckle you
my whelps, my little ones -
the cold flakes of snow
blow howling in her eyes
I love the last two lines! What a cool description🖤
She howls with grief
Soft white warmth turned blood red cold
A debt will be paid
So beautiful and tender, with just right amount of menace🖤
And vengeance. 😏
Alone Giant White Wolf “Amoroq”
No food to feed starving pups,
Returns to den, pups devoured.
But in lake reflection
Blood on mother’s lips
A while cloud free from snow melt drifts.
Awesome retelling! You captured the atmosphere really well🖤
White wolf, lone hunter,
Stalking the night time stalker
To punish folly.
Awesome! I love that aspect of the lore that it hunts you if you hunt at night, makes it extra sinister🖤
I’m guessing there were also good reasons not to hunt at night for the Inuit…like maybe not being able to see weak ice or a drift that hid a cliff edge…😬
Oh for sure, a lot of folklore is cautionary. There are so many “don’t go out into x alone or y will eat you” stories for good reason.
Many fear amarok
Fangs on their throat, sharp enough
To pull souls from flesh
Very cool 😎 I really love this image🖤
Thanks for letting us know about this- something I might want to use for a story.
🫡
I return to suckle you
my whelps, my little ones -
the cold flakes of snow
blow howling in her eyes
I love the last two lines! What a cool description🖤
She howls with grief
Soft white warmth turned blood red cold
A debt will be paid
So beautiful and tender, with just right amount of menace🖤
And vengeance. 😏
Alone Giant White Wolf “Amoroq”
No food to feed starving pups,
Returns to den, pups devoured.
But in lake reflection
Blood on mother’s lips
A while cloud free from snow melt drifts.
Awesome retelling! You captured the atmosphere really well🖤