Origins

Stories of great Americans are often distorted. Changed into a message of hope in a land abundant with opportunity. Words sewn together by history’s fabricators in order to keep us warm when confronted with harsh realities of this cold world. Hence it’s only fitting this story start with America’s first inhabitants who traveled in hopes of finding many of the philosophical luxuries of opportunity, freedom, and equality we enjoy today.

“Grab him”
“Your closer”
“Damn it”
“Its your Dog”
“But he tracks down our food”
“Your right”

As Pakak and his brother run through the snow chasing their pup they notice an unfamiliar creature with horns that looked like branches. Standing feet away from each the beast and Pakak were face to face. Both parties stunned by such an unfamiliar sight they stood motionless for what seemed like an eternity.

“Woof”
“Fuck!”
A grunt and the clacking of hooves sound as the beast turns around and runs from the startling bark of the dog.

“Come on”
“Where are we going?”
“To follow that thing”

They jogged following the tracks in the snow until the creature disappeared, forcing the brothers along with their dog to head home. On the way back the two talked about where this animal could have come from. How that animal alone could provide plenty of meat feed their tribe, or even help till fields so their people would no longer have to be nomads. Pakak told his brother that they could tell no one about this great discovery.
In their native language Pakak means one that gets into everything. His name seemed to burden Pakak his entire life. In his nursery group he stood out s the trouble maker, during hunting lessons he would set traps for the other students, and he was still not recognized as a man due to his constant childish pranks.

Even though the older men in his tribe did not respect his playful spirit, they acknowledged his value as a hunter and navigator. The only person who truly appreciated Pakak was the one person who appreciated his humor since his days of nursery nuisance and affection only grew, as they got older.

Pakak walks into a tent greeting his best friend. They talk about their respectives days as they usually do. Silence fills the room as the conversation halts and thoughts of the massive beast fill Pakak’s memory, especially the animals. The branch like horns had tips sharp as spears, and the eyes opened a vortex into another world.
“If I tell you something never repeat anything I say”
Kaya shakes head in silent agreement, and then Pakak tells the story of the story of the creature of mythical proportions. He then requests help in preparing provisions to follow the tracks and find where it came from. Kaya responds to Pakak by honoring his request and then warning him of the danger of traveling to far. Pakak arrogantly brushes off the warning to follow the tracks with his dog and brother.
They find the tracks easily, and follow them until they reach a cliff, with a strange feature. A long stretch of land covered in ice and loose gravel, with no foreseeable end.