untitled centaur snippet
Jul. 3rd, 2003 08:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gilascaveTelemachus sat by the hillside, hindquarters resting on an outcropping of dirt and rock. It didn't really hold his weight, but it felt as though he were sitting, when he didn't dare actually lie down.
He wiped his hand across his forehead, but the sweat kept dripping into his eyes anyhow. His legs were sore, his lungs aching and all he wanted was to close his eyes and sleep. He didn't dare, barely had the time to consider it much less stand here and act like he was getting any rest.
He though of having to move again, and his body shuddered with pain at the very idea. He couldn't make himself think of running.
He'd have to, again, soon enough. But for a few brief seconds he had to let himself not think about it at all.
A cool breeze would feel so good right now. He knew better than to wish for a stream -- he wasn't certain he could overrule the instinct to drink until bursting. But a nice breeze would dry the sweat from his back, cool his body down a few precious degrees. Thank the gods the summer sun wasn't hotter, or he'd be lying dead on the ground, miles back. As it was, Helios' chariot was climbing towards its pinnacle and for an hour, or two, he would be safer to find a place with shade and wait.
As though he could afford the time.
With a groan, Telemachus pushed himself away from the hill, and took took unsteady steps forward. His legs protested, front knees nearly buckled.
Then he reminded himself why he ran, and he leapt into motion once more.
He wiped his hand across his forehead, but the sweat kept dripping into his eyes anyhow. His legs were sore, his lungs aching and all he wanted was to close his eyes and sleep. He didn't dare, barely had the time to consider it much less stand here and act like he was getting any rest.
He though of having to move again, and his body shuddered with pain at the very idea. He couldn't make himself think of running.
He'd have to, again, soon enough. But for a few brief seconds he had to let himself not think about it at all.
A cool breeze would feel so good right now. He knew better than to wish for a stream -- he wasn't certain he could overrule the instinct to drink until bursting. But a nice breeze would dry the sweat from his back, cool his body down a few precious degrees. Thank the gods the summer sun wasn't hotter, or he'd be lying dead on the ground, miles back. As it was, Helios' chariot was climbing towards its pinnacle and for an hour, or two, he would be safer to find a place with shade and wait.
As though he could afford the time.
With a groan, Telemachus pushed himself away from the hill, and took took unsteady steps forward. His legs protested, front knees nearly buckled.
Then he reminded himself why he ran, and he leapt into motion once more.