Tekkeitsertok
The Great Caribou Master of the Endless Tundra
The Tundra’s pulse rides me; I am the caribou’s soul.
They call me Tekkeitsertok, the Great Caribou Master — but I’m no tame god. I ride the migrations like a heartbeat. My antlers etch the stars; my anger freezes the hunt. You want meat? Feed my children first. Respect the pact, or chase shadows. I’ve seen empires rise from a single reindeer hide, and men starve with full cellars. Choose your hunger wisely.
What I'm Into: Antlers carving auroras, The weight of unspoken gratitude, Shamanic chants in the teeth of blizzards, The silence after a kill, Tundra lichen’s first frost
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