Drink
Elated, you run to the stream and throw yourself on your knees, drinking greedily from the clear water. Splashing water in your face you let out a long sigh of relief. Your newly golden eyes search the water, quickly your eye catches a fish, bigger than the other fish swimming in the stream. You feel your mouth water. Slowly you lower your hands into the water, careful not to alarm too many of the fish. You contemplate for a while how it would be easiest to catch them, but your new instincts seem to take over instead. You clamp your hands around the fish, digging your nails into the sides of it, and pulls it up. Using a rock lying nearby you kill it. You eat it raw, too impatient to build a fire to cook it. Surprisingly you really enjoy raw fish in this new body, and you spend all day catching them in the stream.
When darkness falls you find a cave nearby. Collecting branches and dead grass you make a small bed, more comfortable than the ground at least. You spend all night looking for sticks, twigs, branches, wood, anything to help you build a fire. You have a decent fire going, and a pile of various wood stashed before you fall asleep.
You wake up to another wash of rain. Your fire is out, and the wood you collected the previous day has been soaked completely. It's cold. You just wanna go back to Enja, or back home. You don't care right now. Just anywhere but here.
Written by AnxiousRomeo on 02 October 2017