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Working on designs for a comic idea.
The supposed heroine clutches a small glass bottle in the palm of her hand, her eyes wide open as she scans the ship’s deck. The entire crew was trying their best to remain on their feet as the ocean waves tossed the boat side to side, water crashing in over the sides and spilling in to gather around everybody’s ankles. First one man tumbles over the side of the ship into the ruthless water below, and then another follows, a few more hanging on to nearby objects in hopes not to follow their friends’ fates.
She then looks down at the bottle in her hands; the intricate glass bottle was full of smoke, pitch black, rolling and writhing. It’s label read: miscellaneous death god, do not drink. Despite the warning, she believes just for a moment what is grasped between her fingers may just be her only option to lead everybody into safety. A moment was all she needed, as she pops off the cork of the bottle and brings it to her lips and tilts her head violently backwards.
The black smoke takes less than a second to invade her lungs and expand, seeping into her blood stream. She drops the bottle to let it splash into the sea water around her feet and exhales, black smoke dissipating from her mouth like fog on a winter day. She lifts her eyes one last time to see her crew continuing to struggle as the ship struggles to ride the violent waves, and then everything goes black.
When she wakes up, she is greeted with the warmth of the Sun’s rays on her face. The supposed heroine finds herself lying on the deck of her ship alone, the only people there to keep her company being the dead bodies of what was left of her crewmates scattered along the ship’s deck around her, dried blood marking everything in sight.
She doesn’t know is she wants to remember what happened, looking down at her red stained hands.
Prompt #2244 bolded above from @deepwaterwritingprompts
The Hunter’s Dilemma
Author’s Note: Huh?? A drabble?? After 4 months of promising I’d write one?? Absolutely bonkers!!!
Real shit though I’m not sure what I was putting off, because it only took me like two days to write this lol. I hope y’all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!
TW - Hunger/starvation, animal death
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Autumn had begun.
It was a beautiful season, when the world began to turn from the warm, lethargic summer days into cooler, but still relatively calm autumn days. On days like this, most folks would have liked to spend it curled up by a fire with a good book and a warm drink.
Azeban, however, was not most folks.
Azeban had a lot of books, but he wasn’t exactly literate, so he couldn’t read any of them. And much less could he do so by a roaring fire, which he was deathly afraid of. Instead, Azeban was spending his day hunting for a meal.
After summer ended, all the fruit that grew in the forest died off and he had to rely on hunting to feed himself. For the first few weeks he’d been able to catch animals pretty frequently, but as the temperatures started to drop and people from the nearby town came into the woods to do their own hunting, he faced a bit of competition.
And it certainly didn’t help that any hunter that spotted him would likely try to put an arrow in his chest, too.
So Azeban was on high alert, for both food and hunters. And today, he’d fortunately run across food first.
He stopped short when he spotted a doe grazing in a small alcove of trees, and he crouched down, his tail waving back and forth expectantly as he waited for the moment when the animal was completely distracted, so he could go in and catch it without too much of a chase.
The deer turned away to nibble on another patch of grass, and that was his cue.
Azeban sprung out of the bushes and towards the doe, but she reacted quickly, darting off into the woods as soon as Azeban began moving towards her. So it would be a chase. But that was okay, so long as he was able to actually catch her. A chase without a meal at the end would just be lost energy, and he couldn’t quite afford to lose any more considering how long he’d gone without some proper food.
But the chase wasn’t turning out in his favor. The doe was quick, and Azeban couldn’t quite keep up with her enough to reach out and grab her. Maybe he had less energy than he thought, because he quickly found himself growing sluggish.
Fortunately he didn’t have to run for much longer after his muscles started aching, as the deer had led him to the edge of the woods where she effortlessly hopped into a pasture, entirely in view of the two farmhouses nearby. Azeban stopped short right at the edge of the woods, not daring to go out in the open during daytime. That was nothing but a death sentence.
He kept his eyes on the deer as he crouched in the brush and caught his breath, frowning when his stomach groaned noisily after a burst of running and no food to show for it. Resolved that the deer probably wouldn’t be leaving the pasture anytime soon, Azeban sat against a tree and placed his hand against his belly.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think we can eat this deer. She’s very smart.” He informed his tummy, which only grumbled dejectedly. He had a bit of a habit of talking to his stomach, especially since there was nobody else around to talk to or listen.
Azeban looked back up for the deer, but was confused when he saw that it wasn’t there anymore. He looked back and forth quickly before he saw a young boy running towards the pasture, a bow in his hand and an arrow in the deer, which he hadn’t seen because it had been shot to the ground.
“Pa! I got it!” He called back to someone else, and Azeban only watched quietly when another man came over to the deer and clapped the boy on the shoulder.
“She’s a beauty! That’s gotta be a few days wortha meat right there, nice clean shot too. She wasn’t in no pain.” He assured the boy, reaching down and tugging the arrow out of the carcass. Azeban could only watch hungrily as the man hoisted what could have been his meal up onto his shoulder, and for a moment he contemplated just walking into the clearing and scaring the two enough to give up the deer.
But he didn’t want to do that, especially not after Azeban saw how proud the boy was of the fact that he’d caught dinner. So he got up and walked off, despite the fact that his stomach was loudly protesting the decision to go home empty-handed.
He’d find something else to hunt tomorrow.
Bringing back my first piece of writing for Azeban before I write Cecil’s little introductory drabble :0
