Adaptation

Story by Blitz the Dragon on SoFurry

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#10 of The Griffon of Paradise: The Full Account


Day 11

So it turns out, as awesome as my high tops were, they were definitely not made for walking long distances all day, every day. I've completely worn down the soles, and they've split in several places.

My feet hurt from all the walking enough as it is, I'm not about to go barefoot on all this rock and dirt and stuff. Today I threw together some improv sandals. Took the shoes apart and put them back together using the laces. Got rid of the socks entirely because they're worn right through. These should last me long enough for my paws to get used to it.

I just wish I could do something about the fucking whispering. It's louder than when I first started hearing it, and it's keeping me up at night. Then, when I do get to sleep, I end up waking up in the morning not only wet, but horny too. These past couple days now my pussy's been bugging me to take care of it before I do anything else.

Like, I usually don't have to rub one out more than once or twice a week. Now I'm doing it daily. Again, it's probably because I haven't had a good lay in the last how many months. Once I get out of this, I gotta find me a cute guy (or girl, I'm not picky) and take em for a ride. Hell, maybe if I like whoever comes to pick me up, they can get the honors?

Spent most of today exploring some more. Went deeper into the grassland and gathered some more fruit for lunch. I also went back to that cliff with the caves. Managed to poke around inside a ways. It looks like they're all connected to hollow chambers. There's just enough light coming in from outside to see in. I haven't run into anything living in there just yet, and I don't see any signs of life outside the occasional insect or lizard. I'll keep coming back a few more times before I make a decision, but I just might move in here for sleeping and stuff.

Oh, something else: I'm not craving the social media feed or my phone anymore. Was jonesing hard without it for the first week on this island, and I think I mentioned it when I was still on the boat. I'm a lot more focused now on what's around me. Honestly? That feels pretty good.

It's allowed me to focus more on trying to make tools, if nothing else. Finally got myself a working hatchet and chopped down a couple palm trees. Spent the past few nights with a nice big fire that lasted plenty long enough to keep me warm. I worked on a new stone knife too, one with an actual grip. It's making pulling the crabs' shells off way easier. I even used some rocks to make a proper fire pit, and sticks to make a cooking spit.

Course, it would help if I were better at using the fucking things. I still miss when throwing my spear at fish in the shallows. I'll get it eventually, and there's plenty of fish around the island to taunt me into practicing.

I also managed to string together a basic bow and arrow. The strips of denim I'm using as a drawstring won't last, so I should probably figure out how to make some proper twine. The arrows are easy enough to make. Just some flint, a stick, and one of my discarded feathers get it done. Now if I can just manage to hit something with it, I'll be good.

Though that makes me think of one of the crazier things that's happening. I don't know how I'm doing it. I've never seen most of these plants and animals before. For some reason, while I'm looking at one of them, it just pops into my head that it's safe or unsafe. Those red berries? Poisonous. The colorful birds flocking overhead? Good source of lean white meat, if a little gamey. The snake in the grass? Edible, but watch out for the fangs.

Honestly I'm amazed I haven't killed myself with food poisoning yet. There's no fucking way I can know what's edible here, and yet I haven't been wrong yet! It's almost like I got a little guy in my head feeding the answers to me whenever I see something new. He's keeping me full, at least!

Think I'll do one more walk around the beach before I call it a night. Dunno when somebody will find me, but in the meantime I should be able to keep myself alive.

-Gilda