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HEADCANON: The Best Werak Ever

So remember how Tatai and Urkai and Tulemak head to the Sundom after Aloy helps them out?

And also Brin the outcast shaman is wandering around in the Sundom somewhere on a machine blood high?

And also how Ikrie is wafting around now like a snow-ghost with no particular goals in mind, all alone as a werak of one?

WHAT IF THEY ALL MET UP AND FORMED THE BEST WERAK IN THE WHOLE WORLD AND I WOULD BE SO HAPPY I WOULD CRY

(And in my head, my Banuk OC Luka would be part of the werak too but that’s just me)

I saw a mountain… its haughty peak //
and bunched spine vying with the worlds on high, //
Deflecting every salvo of the wind, //
and shouldering the starlight from the sky, //
Brooding above the dunes like some great thinker //
considering days to come as nights go by //
With black clouds wrapped about it for a turban //
and bangs of redhead lightning in its face. //
And through the night, that tongueless mountain //
uttered marvelous things… //

– Mark II(F)

I’ve been trying to resist posting Frozen Wilds spoilers, but I wandered to this spot and I just… like… my throat closed up with awe.

I’m constantly blown away by how unbelievably, breathtakingly beautiful this game is.

I’m sure everyone who plays the game will also find this pool (and others like it eventually), so I do apologize for the spoiler!

I’ve barely ventured out of the first settlement in Frozen Wilds and already I’m in love. I was moved to write a little ficlet about it. Spoilers for the first 5 minutes only!

Aloy panted for breath and doubled over, her hands on her trembling knees. “Daemonic Scorcher is right,” she muttered to herself as she glared at the sparking remains of the foreign machine. Yariki hadn’t been kidding with her implicit warning to turn around and go back.

But Aloy couldn’t help but feel satisfied with her kill. Slowly she limped over to the Scorcher’s inert form and pried the lens from the casing. Then she made her way over to the nearest Banuk torch and inspected the lens curiously in the torch’s glowing blue light.

Like all machine lenses, it was round; it was as large as a Ravager’s lens but twice as thick, and yet surprisingly light. Aloy pocketed the lens, then continued slowly on her way up the mountain path.

Just as she was about to turn a bend in the path, Aloy glanced briefly over her shoulder… and she stopped dead in wonder. Slowly she turned, her mouth open in awe as she craned her neck back and stared at the sky.

Ribbons of green and violet light were strung across the stars, wavering and dancing like ribbons in a stream. The slow, undulating dance of foreign lights in the sky was almost hypnotizing in its beauty. In all her life, everything she’d seen from the Sacred Lands to the Sundom, Aloy had never seen anything like this.

Aloy drew in a deep breath. The air was ice-cold, but somehow she felt warm, heated from the inside by something hotter than fire: the burning drive for discovery and adventure.

A small smile curved her lips. “Let’s see what the Cut has in store, then,” she whispered to the sky. Aloy tossed her hair over her shoulder, then continued to follow the blue lights up the mountain.

She was ready.