I am now in Russia and have moved out of Kazakhstan for good. I have a new horse. He is, like I mentioned before, an Akhal-Teke stallion. He has a shiny light-gold coat, a short white main and tail, a blaze and four white socks. I have called him Aulim, which is means, pretty much, gold in Hodanje. How original of me.
It is easier to ride Aulim across the steppe than to walk on foot, but there is very little fodder and I have to heat water for him. Still, he is of a hardy breed, and it shouldn't do him too much harm. He has very long legs and he eats the distance. Yekaterinburg does not seem so distant any longer. I have no saddle for him, only a halter and a rope, and he is a stallion and very strong willed. Despite that, I seem capable of controlling him.
The ravens flew overhead today, rather than simply followed me on the horizon. I do not know the meaning of this, it is bizarre behavior on their part. They worry me, and I will be very glad to get to a place where I can be rid of them.
I killed a tribesman today. I do not regret the act itself, for the fellow would have killed me for taking one of his horses and I must, must, get home so I can apologise to Rylie, however I feel sorry for his family. They would have relied on him as a source of income. I set him aflame. He burned to death very quickly. Then I took Aulim and went off. The rest of the horses he had been minding ran home.
I also killed a wolf today. I have his rolled up fur ready to be cured tied behind where I sit. I had to secure it with a coil of skin I cut from him, but it does not really matter. I shall cure it tonight, before I go to sleep. That way I shall have a coat and shan't have to expend so much energy keeping myself warm.
The wolf was part of a pack that has been stalking me for several days now. They had decided that I was weak, and therefor easy to pick off. I believe that now one of their pack has fallen to me, they shall stop following me.
I marvel at my blindness six months ago. All I was concerned with was becoming a God, I was certain I could do it. I had the nerve to stand up to the Gods. I was deluded, and more than a little mad with all the voices invading my mind. I get so sick of living in large groups of people. The same thing always happens. I thought I was wise. Since then I have attained true wisdom, of which I had only a little incling back then.
I shall live life as it comes, a day at a time. I have a goal, and I shall do anything to reach it. I shall keep my mind young, and I shall be ancient at the same time, and then I shall be happy.
It is nice out on the steppe. There is no one but myself and the animals for miles, and even then the animals have only the rare thought that I can catch, and even then I must pay very close attention to hear it. I enjoy the solitude. How I have missed this, so long I surrounded myself with weak fools, as deluded as myself, while Rylie made friends, as good natured and friendly as himself -- in some ways.
Will he ever forgive me?
Today had been a nice day, clear, but the sun was weak and it was bitingly cold. I love the steppe.
Brodie Asturias Community Member 
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