a moment to myself [ curtus ] day 2
Oct 23, 2019 13:57:42 GMT -5
Post by Kire on Oct 23, 2019 13:57:42 GMT -5
Curtus Dolor
Alone among numbers, scream back at the thunder
I learned from the start that all I had was me
Alone among numbers, scream back at the thunder
I learned from the start that all I had was me
The sound of his axe sinking into the back of what would be the tree's head had made a satisfying thunk. All at once the life had left the thing, and once more it seemed to become and ordinary tree. This time, though, it had been felled and would - hopefully - stay that way.
He stumbled a bit as he moved away from his first kill. The thought didn't quite feel right, but he had killed the thing. Perhaps because it so obviously wasn't human he was not reeling as much as he should have been, or perhaps nearly dying to it had given him a new perspective.
He had promised himself he wouldn't beat someone for the joy or sake of it, but a tree - especially one that was trying to kill him - seemed to be out of his scope of a person. The experience definitely wasn't joyful, though the rush of relief that he got knowing it was down for good was dizzying. Maybe that was just the bloodloss, though.
Realizing that he was actually still bleeding from the neck he sat himself down and tried to patch himself up. He bandaged up his neck as best as he could and identified some nearby medicinal plants. Mashing these, he packed them into his chest wound and hissed when it stung. Lightheaded, utterly exhausted, but worried there might be more of those trees around, he struggled to keep awake and upright.
Fighting his urge to sleep, he forced himself to stand and - making his way unsteadily from tree to tree - he walked until he found a collection of supplies as though a camp had been set up there. Investigating it, he found some weapons and other tools. Picking up a pair of heavy-duty gloves, he put them on. He gathered a few items, realized he couldn't carry everything, and put a few things down. Trying to figure out where to keep some of the things he carried, he tossed the shawl and strange card he had grabbed in the bloodbath to the ground. In its place he took a hand saw and a chunk of flint.
Now feeling a bit better prepared, he moved on to an empty spot in the forest. The quiet should have scared him, but after the noise and terror of not only today but yesterday he felt comforted by it. Settling himself down, he made a sort of nest in the leaves with his back to a big tree. He hid there as he tried to regain some strength. At the least he hoped that the lightheadedness would dissipate.
Hope no one finds me. The thought was continually present in his mind and made relaxing enough to lay easy a challenge. He kept his axe nearby, always in his hand, so he would be ready if someone were to try and attack him. Whether or not it would serve as effective protection was another matter. Eventually he let his eyes flutter shut and he lay there quietly, simply listening to the world around him.
He stumbled a bit as he moved away from his first kill. The thought didn't quite feel right, but he had killed the thing. Perhaps because it so obviously wasn't human he was not reeling as much as he should have been, or perhaps nearly dying to it had given him a new perspective.
He had promised himself he wouldn't beat someone for the joy or sake of it, but a tree - especially one that was trying to kill him - seemed to be out of his scope of a person. The experience definitely wasn't joyful, though the rush of relief that he got knowing it was down for good was dizzying. Maybe that was just the bloodloss, though.
Realizing that he was actually still bleeding from the neck he sat himself down and tried to patch himself up. He bandaged up his neck as best as he could and identified some nearby medicinal plants. Mashing these, he packed them into his chest wound and hissed when it stung. Lightheaded, utterly exhausted, but worried there might be more of those trees around, he struggled to keep awake and upright.
Fighting his urge to sleep, he forced himself to stand and - making his way unsteadily from tree to tree - he walked until he found a collection of supplies as though a camp had been set up there. Investigating it, he found some weapons and other tools. Picking up a pair of heavy-duty gloves, he put them on. He gathered a few items, realized he couldn't carry everything, and put a few things down. Trying to figure out where to keep some of the things he carried, he tossed the shawl and strange card he had grabbed in the bloodbath to the ground. In its place he took a hand saw and a chunk of flint.
Now feeling a bit better prepared, he moved on to an empty spot in the forest. The quiet should have scared him, but after the noise and terror of not only today but yesterday he felt comforted by it. Settling himself down, he made a sort of nest in the leaves with his back to a big tree. He hid there as he tried to regain some strength. At the least he hoped that the lightheadedness would dissipate.
Hope no one finds me. The thought was continually present in his mind and made relaxing enough to lay easy a challenge. He kept his axe nearby, always in his hand, so he would be ready if someone were to try and attack him. Whether or not it would serve as effective protection was another matter. Eventually he let his eyes flutter shut and he lay there quietly, simply listening to the world around him.
lyrics from I Am One by Asking Alexandria
