While he wasn’t going to die, he was going to feel absolutely horrific throughout the night. On the one hand, she had no sympathy, she had expressly told him not to touch the spider; regardless of her warnings who just picked up things they found skittering across the forest floor. But on the other hand, she supposed he could tally some points for bravery. Even if that bravery dabbled in stupidity.
She chattered at him encouragingly when he pushed her away. Adamantly, waving the canteen in his direction. He was still looking straight into her, but she wasn’t sure if he actually saw her. Her ears fell off the side of her head when he spoke again. Though, she couldn’t understand him, she heard a sort of wonder in his tone, and a question. She chirruped and nodded to whatever he said. As if to say yes, of course, to whatever you just said. Now, drink!
Again, she wiggled the canteen, but he reached for her face instead. Her body froze, but her brow pinched in the middle of her forehead. Ears flickered to attention and her tail swayed across the forest floor. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when he finally retrieved the drink and consumed the contents at once.
As she stood, she pat his shoulder as if to tell him that he was going to be fine. The canbya should help him sleep through the rest of the poison.
While he dozed, she made a fire. Collecting dry tinder wasn’t the easiest thing to do in the rainforest, but lucky for him he now had an expert guide. She traveled to the river before it got dark. While she rinsed and refilled his canteen she noticed a school of peacock bass fighting admirably against the current. Setting the canteen on the bank, she cocked her head and watched the fish. Ears twitched at attention as she slowly stepped into the river. The catgirl didn’t need much more than her hands to catch a few of the decent sized fish and throw them on the river bank where they flopped helplessly.
With her prizes in hand she returned to the makeshift camp where she had left the man. She rummaged through his belongings until she found a knife that would be good enough to clean and gut the fish. She sat by the fire and watched over the man as he slept off his feverbite run-in, lazily cooking the fish skewered on long sticks.
She chattered at him encouragingly when he pushed her away. Adamantly, waving the canteen in his direction. He was still looking straight into her, but she wasn’t sure if he actually saw her. Her ears fell off the side of her head when he spoke again. Though, she couldn’t understand him, she heard a sort of wonder in his tone, and a question. She chirruped and nodded to whatever he said. As if to say yes, of course, to whatever you just said. Now, drink!
Again, she wiggled the canteen, but he reached for her face instead. Her body froze, but her brow pinched in the middle of her forehead. Ears flickered to attention and her tail swayed across the forest floor. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when he finally retrieved the drink and consumed the contents at once.
As she stood, she pat his shoulder as if to tell him that he was going to be fine. The canbya should help him sleep through the rest of the poison.
While he dozed, she made a fire. Collecting dry tinder wasn’t the easiest thing to do in the rainforest, but lucky for him he now had an expert guide. She traveled to the river before it got dark. While she rinsed and refilled his canteen she noticed a school of peacock bass fighting admirably against the current. Setting the canteen on the bank, she cocked her head and watched the fish. Ears twitched at attention as she slowly stepped into the river. The catgirl didn’t need much more than her hands to catch a few of the decent sized fish and throw them on the river bank where they flopped helplessly.
With her prizes in hand she returned to the makeshift camp where she had left the man. She rummaged through his belongings until she found a knife that would be good enough to clean and gut the fish. She sat by the fire and watched over the man as he slept off his feverbite run-in, lazily cooking the fish skewered on long sticks.
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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