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Reblog if you drink water! It’s such a refreshing and under appreciated drink!!
Perun, Leshy, Topielec :)
Leshy: you walk through a forest filled with whispers and hungry eyes - do you stray from the path?
not at first. the whispers chill my blood, the eyes burn my skin. I walk a winding path, the forest’s hands reaching, searching on both sides. I can’t see the daylight through the crowns, but it shouldn’t be past sunset yet. the path unravels in crooks and swerves endless, endless, endless. my feet hurt. my throat’s dry. tears gather under my lids, as if shutting them tight could stop the rustles and whispers. I need to keep going. gods help me, I’m afraid to die. hours pass. maybe minutes. my skin no longer burns and the blood flows in mellow torrents thorugh my tired body. they are no longer whispers, but chuckles. there’s no hunger in their eyes - just mirth. how long? how long? another shaky breath. another trembling step. the dirt drinks hungrily from the cuts in my soles. another turn. no more. No more, please. the branches close gently behind me, brushing my skirts. so be it. tonight, the forest will sing of a feast.
Topielec: you wade in water on a quiet evening - is it a lake, a river, or maybe sea?
it’s quiet by the lake. I huff into my cupped hands as I take the first step, the air not yet warmed by springtime winds. the stars tremble in the inky darkness swaying between my legs, their swimming dance confusing to my eyes. four steps in and they clung to my hands. another one and I l’m laying down dancing with them.
Perun: the sky tears open with thunder - are you scared or are you one with the storm?
sometimes, I ride on thunders. sometimes, I cower in tree’s roots. aaand I ran out of words. gosh but that was close.
thank you for asking! sorry for the long read lol
dont call me a chicken abuser
my sons are happy >:(
ahaha
YES JUNE HURRY THE FUCK UP
FWC was fun and its alive now! But whats more important is to be able to play with your friends ^__^ here comes rough weeks ahead!