An Ode to Canada
It's the ancient land that the inuit (not eskimo) call home, although now alot of their dogsleds have been replaced with snow-mobiles with crome.
Centennial Dawn Ch. 1: The Rite of Passage
Ch. 1 : Rite of Passage Pacific Northwest North America. Late Pleistocene epoch. 23,710 B.C. A herd of Mammoths are grazing in a meadow on a warm noon. In the nearby pines, five Dire wolves are hiding and watching patiently in prone with their spears...
The Long Shot Part 1; The Squeeze
Though right now i could only see the tip of her nose from her thick inuit jacket hood, she had little icicles dangling from her nostrils. we have been there on the cold 20-meter square ledge for 5 days, watching and waiting for cc to be ready.
Saving the Lost
.** _ _by puma concolor_ i was unloading a shipment if food and medical supplies to a out of the way inuit indian village.
The Girl And The Sea - Orca TF Short Story
They are powerful symbols in pacific northwestern lore for the native peoples there, but i haven't seen them much in other literature outside of mythical incarnations like the akhlut in inuit lore.
Saving the lost..
.** _ _by puma concolor_ i was unloading a shipment if food and medical supplies to a out of the way inuit indian village.
The Pearl of Amaroq
This is a story i'd written around 2015/16 inspired by inuit legends. i was very fascinated by the tales featuring the amarok, a gigantic wolf that was said to devour souls, so i decided to write a story inspired by it!
Tragedies Written Under a Midnight Sun - Chapter 2: Heartbeats and Heartstrings (A Sonic Fanfiction)
~ ~ ~ \*1 this is a djembe: [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/djembe](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/djembe) \*2 anak is inuit for shit.
The Long Shot Part 2: The Loud Crack
"okay" a final kiss acting as her full stop, then she climbed out of the cab with the specimen box in hand, and sauntered over to the remains of the former doctor 15 meters from the ranger, although looking like a cushion in her inuit clobber her deliberately
Restless Spirits
"inuit. it means 'sweet daughter,' and i suppose only my mother could say if it fits." she grinned at the otter, who shuffled his hindpaws a bit self-consciously.
Strangers After All: Part VII
He went from inuit to french with one slip of his tongue, then a hand slid down my stomach as he raised up and left the bed. i touched my belly where he'd caressed me and fumbled over the buttons of my shirt. i'd forgotten about still being dressed up.
My Boyfriend is a Werewolf: Chapter 15
"clearly all those words of kindness were from your mother...not your father" he said before he looked up at a thin inuit woman walking out from the bathroom, which their eyes met as she left the restaurant.