Worn from yesterday's break down. You walk along the waters edge, not because your hope has returned. Or your anger at yourself as wane. It is simple because you have no clue what else to do. You were far from home and the idea that you could never return to it. Reigned like a dark cloud over you. You didn't fight against it, you let it hang there as it whispered dark discouraging words over. Yet despite all this you continued the day by simply putting one foot in front of the other.
You lean against a tree. Eyes staring blankly up into the tree canopy. Hopeless, nine days and nothing had changed.
“What is the fucking point?” you whisper and hang your head, before your mind continued on that darker path. Your eyes spot something unusually at the base of a neighbouring tree. You drop to your knees and scurry towards it. Using your claws against the leaves covering the trunks base was overkill but if it was what your thought it was.
“Ha!!” you shout out as you reveal a carved arrow in the trees base. An arrow the pointed away from the river but!! You stand up excitement flowing though it stronger than before. That arrow must have been carved by human hands! Human hands meant help! Help meant home! Home meant food, shelter, safety, a way out of the fucking female manticorn suit! With a skip in your step you look around for more arrows and you find one, just a few trees away and another and another. The deeper you went the more they appeared. Night quickly fall and even with the encouraging sign of humans. You knew better than to roam at night and you stop to sleep.
Written by psto1464 on 28 August 2018