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kore_logs2013-03-06 08:42 pm
pursuitofcappiness) wrote in kore_logs2013-03-06 08:42 pm
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when will you make a grave? for i will be home then
who Steve, you!
what Homecoming
when Early morning, day 48
where Edge of the forest
He wakes up in the forest and he doesn't know where he is. But he knows his best bet's to walk east. He doesn't remember these trees, but he knows what time it is, looks for the sun creeping up over the horizon, knows where he's going.
He doesn't feel drugged like he assumes he'd be, and he doesn't feel injured. He just feels confused, like he doesn't know where he just was or what day it is. How did he fall asleep out here?
If he looks at his reflection, he might not recognize it. His hair is unkempt, his eyes are slightly sunken, and he has the light beginnings of a beard. The only thing familiar would be the sharpness of his stare.
As soon as he sees the end of the trees, he knows where he is. This place felt like a dream, and not a particularly good one. Now he's back in it.
what Homecoming
when Early morning, day 48
where Edge of the forest
He wakes up in the forest and he doesn't know where he is. But he knows his best bet's to walk east. He doesn't remember these trees, but he knows what time it is, looks for the sun creeping up over the horizon, knows where he's going.
He doesn't feel drugged like he assumes he'd be, and he doesn't feel injured. He just feels confused, like he doesn't know where he just was or what day it is. How did he fall asleep out here?
If he looks at his reflection, he might not recognize it. His hair is unkempt, his eyes are slightly sunken, and he has the light beginnings of a beard. The only thing familiar would be the sharpness of his stare.
As soon as he sees the end of the trees, he knows where he is. This place felt like a dream, and not a particularly good one. Now he's back in it.
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They smell like food. They remind him of the animals in the forest that he hunts. Taller, bigger, with louder voices and things that arenβt fur or claws, but he isnβt hungry. The obnoxious one fed him earlier. His stomach is full and heβs as content as he can be, all things considered.
His breathing evens out. His ears relax and his tail stills. Slowly, the tiger falls asleep. And should the two-legs lay down with him, he wonβt wake and take advantage of the vulnerability. Thereβs honor in the wild, and as the two-legs pays him the respect not to attack, so too will the tiger.