Jaecar's freckled and fair skin was covered by a scarf and the rest of his body adorned with cold weather pelts. Only his torso and back had scavenged plastoid plates though a patchwork of some body-glove remnants helped to wick any sweat away and also mitigate the freezing conditions.
Nelvaan had been a rough place to live for the young deucalian but now he was set on proving himself to his gods. His tribe was surviving, warring against the local Nelvaanians though they were greatly outnumbered. Not all of their interactions had been hostile. Trade and a share of stories told them of their own ways, different as they were.
Through these stories Jaecar had learned about the wrong doings and trials their ancestors had to face. The technological Skakoans had come and enslaved the canine locals among other atrocities. Perhaps not as the Techno Union, but as some other group they had remained on the world still. The deucalian watched the distant structure against the only sky he had known. A distant droning sound turned into a wail as a creature borne of metal streaked across the sky. It did not seem to pay Jaecar any mind and quickly grew smaller as its speed carried it towards the Deucalian's destination.
On the far side of the large rock sat small outpost. It was more of a waystation named 'Skyward port' or 'star point' as some called it due to it looking like a finger pointing towards the sky. It sounded cooler in Nelvaanese. If Jaecar was going to learn more about the outside world and find his own calling it would be there.
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