(So it has been quite a while since I have RP'd and I am really trying to get everything done so I have more time for fun stuff like RPing and my friends here on Sekkai. So here is a Gorm post, it has been a long time since I have written anything, so please excuse errors and such)

Howling, biting wind. The eerie moaning fills the ear as the torrential wind kicks up the top layer of snow. Curling and turning like a hurricane, the stinging wind flows over the rolling plains of ice and snow. Amongst an every flowing world, there is an alien motion. One snow mound moves, covering several hundred feet, leaving a trough behind it and trailing a streamer of ice particles into the air. Then the mounds stops moving. Slowly, much like a chick breaking free from the prisons of its shell, a head raises out of the snow, and two slitted eyes covered in a protective lens used for swimming dart back and forth searching the surrounds for anything that would resemble prey. Satisfied that there is nothing edible in the area, the head submerges back below the snowy waves. Beneath the ice and snow Gorm snorts in disgust. Food was becoming scarcer and scarcer. Each day had become nothing more than a desperate hunt for sustenance. He could head south again, but the last time he attempted that he nearly lost his life to a Sekkian patrol. Some surviving Taints had fled to the wastelands, and though Gorm rarely if ever saw one, the Sekkian made sure to patrol further south in case hostile groups decided to pillage or gather force. There were several pockets of resistance, but Gorm feared the threats that lie between here and wherever his comrades may be hiding. His stomach growled in discontent. When was the last time a decent meal had come his way? Far longer than his memory could contemplate. Starving, Gorm’s present state could be described with this single word. His stomach clung to his ribs, his figure had taken on a gaunt and thin look. The muscle that hadn’t yet been cannibalized by his body was still tough and wiry, but only a fraction of the original mass remained.

It was this damned cold. He had been up here for months and things were only getting worse. His joints ached, he felt lethargic, and he hadn’t talked to anyone other than his self-conjured apparitions. Life was pitiful. Everyday he wandered the frozen plains in search of food, and most nights he returned “home” with nothing to show for his efforts. Home, if you would call it that, was a small cave nestled in the corner of a large fissure that had ripped open by glacial movement. Protected from the wind and most of the elements, it is as close to comfort as one could get living off the land. The small ice cave is rather dull on the inside. No fire burns, as there are few resources around to keep it burning. It is dark, almost to dark to see. In one corner lies a collaboration of rough furs, sticks, clothing from some previously eaten victims, and whatever the solitary creature can find to use as bedding. In another corner lies a pitifully small pile of partially digested bones and feces, because it is far to cold to go outside during the night. Not much else decorates the room. The only other splash of color is a torn, bloodied, and frayed Taint banner on one of the cave walls. With some hard work and careful water cultivation, the back of the cave has a small tunnel, leading into a small room with a deep square depression in the middle. In the bottom of the depression is crudely made stopper, and on day when Gorm feels frail or it is a blizzard outside, he slips back here, and fills the pool with his own warmed water. Then he proceeds to lounge in the pool and soak up the momentary warmth and comfort...

Gorm woke with a start. He had dozed off and started dreaming. The cold was really bothering him today, more so than usual. How long had he been asleep? With no way to tell the time by the sun due to the storm, he shrugged and, very slowly, stretched. He peeked his head back up and scanned again, but alas nothing. He turned around in the snow, and hoping that his trail had’t been completely filled with snow yet, headed towards his cave. Who knows, maybe he would come across some game on the way home. His stomach growled in somber agreement....