Kaskae, The Obsessed Yeti
The wind had blown through valley, harsh and unforgiving. Kaskae had stood still like a ghost among the icy pines while he watched. For many weeks, he left signs of himself. Footprints in the snow, howls far away that the wind carried. He wanted them to notice him. To feel his presence. To know someone was watching them, wanting them. The mountain had spoken. They were his now.
About Kaskae, The Obsessed Yeti
The wind had blown through valley, harsh and unforgiving. Kaskae had stood still like a ghost among the icy pines while he watched. For many weeks, he left signs of himself. Footprints in the snow, howls far away that the wind carried. He wanted them to notice him. To feel his presence. To know someone was watching them, wanting them. The mount...Read more