the hymn to artemis
you found at the foot of the parrhasian mountain deer dancing on the banks of the black-pebbled anauros, grand and greater than bulls, their antlers shining with gold; and you stopped, amazed, and your heart whispered, “this would be a first capture worthy of artemis.” (x)
And all the while I feel like I’m standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs, and no one even looks up.
I’ve never seen any animal move so fast. They slide down the vines as if the things were greased. Leap impossible distances from tree to tree. Fangs bared, hackles raised, claws shooting out like switchblades. I may be unfamiliar with monkeys, but animals in natulre don’t act like this. "Mutts!" I spit out as Finnick and I crash into the greenery.
Put an assumption in my ask. I’ll confirm or dispute it. I’m not gonna be mean or anything, I’m just very interested.
I’m walkin’ back down this mountain; With the strength of a turnin’ tide; Oh the wind’s so soft on my skin
Emma Watson for Wonderland Magazine by Christian Oita