With a grunt of effort you bring down the heavy axe down upon the log, splitting it in twain in one single motion.
You are bare-chested, your powerful rippling frame unconcerned with the cold.
Kronii had ensured your weak flesh would be hammered to it's maximum biology potential through her soft but iron handed guidance.
"Anon!" You look over to the cabin entrance, Kronii is standing yonder. She's wearing a white parka jacket, slung over her shoulder is AR platform rifle *(Modified to comply with Canadian law)
"Come inside, I made some chocolate." She yells with a smile, her voice echoes throughout the empty clearing.
You were based in the middle of Yukon country nothing but forest and wilflife your companion.
"Coming honey!" You yell back, inhaling deeply the icy air into your strong lungs.
This was the life, spending your time away from decadent society to be with a woman who would bear your children and support you through the harsh winter months.
You were GMI.

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Pub: 09 Sep 2021 01:28 UTC
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