i reach out to my lifeline, the angels laugh in paradise
Longheat had to be Eleftheria’s favorite season. They gasped as they stepped through the border of thicket along the Oasis, the sparkling water revealing itself. The view was beautiful and picturesque, with the midday sun glinting into their eyes and making all the greenery around so, so vibrant.
The pressurized heat of frustration within them began to melt away as they took in the sight, just standing there. They had spent most of the morning trying to hunt with nothing to show for it, and the clawing hunger in their stomach didn’t help them feel or perform any better. They had only ventured into the Glade a handful of times before this, since only recently did they pluck up the courage to do so. This Oasis felt like a gift, somehow, unexpected and pleasant.
El crouched beside the water and stuck a hand in tentatively, finding it cool and clear, then ducked down on their hands to have a much-needed drink. They could feel sweat beading down their spine and sticking some hairs to their forehead, so, after a moment’s hesitation, they dunked their entire head under before throwing it back and wiping the excess water from their eyes. For a time, they sat there on their knees, eyes closed, face towards the sun, allowing it to evaporate the water on their skin. They took a deep breath in through their nostrils and willed the frustration away. It would do them no good to get so worked up that their bow disintegrated. Then what would they have to hunt with? Not that they were having much luck with hunting today anyway.
”Fuck, I’m hungry,” they said to themselves, trying not to get too caught up in self-pity. Not for the first time, they felt the empty ache that came whenever they missed their father. He had been such a good hunter.
Fox
The pressurized heat of frustration within them began to melt away as they took in the sight, just standing there. They had spent most of the morning trying to hunt with nothing to show for it, and the clawing hunger in their stomach didn’t help them feel or perform any better. They had only ventured into the Glade a handful of times before this, since only recently did they pluck up the courage to do so. This Oasis felt like a gift, somehow, unexpected and pleasant.
El crouched beside the water and stuck a hand in tentatively, finding it cool and clear, then ducked down on their hands to have a much-needed drink. They could feel sweat beading down their spine and sticking some hairs to their forehead, so, after a moment’s hesitation, they dunked their entire head under before throwing it back and wiping the excess water from their eyes. For a time, they sat there on their knees, eyes closed, face towards the sun, allowing it to evaporate the water on their skin. They took a deep breath in through their nostrils and willed the frustration away. It would do them no good to get so worked up that their bow disintegrated. Then what would they have to hunt with? Not that they were having much luck with hunting today anyway.
”Fuck, I’m hungry,” they said to themselves, trying not to get too caught up in self-pity. Not for the first time, they felt the empty ache that came whenever they missed their father. He had been such a good hunter.
Fox
they say i am my own lifeline
ELEFTHERIA
