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Polespear clutched tightly to their belly, the feathered raptor sunk to the sea floor. Nose downward, theropod body straight as a torpedo, they descended with their fin-clad feet and strong tail trailing behind in a steep duck dive. Finally reaching the bottom, Avery spread their limbs, and leveled out. Drifting above the gently waving seagrass in a state of complete serenity. In a few moments, they equalized the pressure in their ears, and slowed their heartbeat to just once every two seconds. Relaxing down in these depths while one’s lungs cried for air was an art, but even as a young human long ago, they’d mastered it.
Bamboo polespear still held close, they swam along the bottom. Wooden fins worn on their kicking feet propelling them. In addition, they pumped their tail up and down in tandem with their back as they arched and bent it. This stiff theropod spine of theirs had only a very limited range of motion, and the only practical use they got out of it was here in the water.
Through the lense of their goggles, they meticulously scrutinized the sea life for prey. Doing their best to find a suitable candidate quickly. Avery could stay under for up to five minutes comfortably, and even longer if they really tried. But impressive as that was, five minutes wasn’t a very long time to find and successfully hunt prey.
But this time, lady luck smiled upon them.
Avery spotted the glowing purple stripes of a bladefish. Its four rows of wide, blade-like fins suddenly became very distinct as it meandered lazily along the sandy sea floor. Bladefish was a delicacy. Roasted, smoked, raw, and especially cured in citrus juices. The triumph of a hunt made every kill delicious to them. But bladefish was on a whole other level.
Expression intense with concentration, they kicked along, stalking the fish from above. Hand reaching through the rubber loop at the butt of their bamboo spear, they pulled the band to its limits near the midsection of its length. With the same hand looped through the band, they gripped the spear tightly. If their grip loosened just a little, the stretched rubber would snap back and bring the butt of the spear ahead at lightning speed. With careful guidance, the length of the spear would slide through their grip like a bullet passing through the barrel of a gun, and impale whatever target was in reach.
For the thousandth time, they took a moment to be grateful they could do this. Underwater spearfishing was a pleasure one couldn’t really partake in without rubber-propelled weaponry. If anything good came out of that time they washed up in Peru, it was being taught how to harvest and make it by Don Diego and his den.
Carefully, slowly, they descended lower. Closing the distance to their delicious quarry. Aiming down the length to the barbed point of their polespear. If they missed, or made one wrong move, the fish would dash away with the speed of a cheetah.
To their pleasant surprise, the fish seemed to turn about on a dime and to face Avery. Seemingly to come up and meet them, unaware of the danger it was in. The reptilian diver could barely contain their excitement.
Adjusting their aim downward, they loosened their grip, and the spear shot out fast as a striking snake…
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HoboPatch Gifted me this absolutely beautiful art of Avery going underwater spearfishing. Taking place an indeterminate number of years after humanity awoke in a transformed world, and even more radically transformed bodies. By now, the reptilian survivors have developed a number of rugged, yet useful tools to make their lives easier. For Avery, who loves the ocean. They’re not merely surviving, but thriving.
Avery is the main character of my ongoing story series, Avery’s Awakening, taking place in the dragonscape universe. If you’d like to check out the comic drawn by the same artist who drew this, give The Long Hike a read!
Bamboo polespear still held close, they swam along the bottom. Wooden fins worn on their kicking feet propelling them. In addition, they pumped their tail up and down in tandem with their back as they arched and bent it. This stiff theropod spine of theirs had only a very limited range of motion, and the only practical use they got out of it was here in the water.
Through the lense of their goggles, they meticulously scrutinized the sea life for prey. Doing their best to find a suitable candidate quickly. Avery could stay under for up to five minutes comfortably, and even longer if they really tried. But impressive as that was, five minutes wasn’t a very long time to find and successfully hunt prey.
But this time, lady luck smiled upon them.
Avery spotted the glowing purple stripes of a bladefish. Its four rows of wide, blade-like fins suddenly became very distinct as it meandered lazily along the sandy sea floor. Bladefish was a delicacy. Roasted, smoked, raw, and especially cured in citrus juices. The triumph of a hunt made every kill delicious to them. But bladefish was on a whole other level.
Expression intense with concentration, they kicked along, stalking the fish from above. Hand reaching through the rubber loop at the butt of their bamboo spear, they pulled the band to its limits near the midsection of its length. With the same hand looped through the band, they gripped the spear tightly. If their grip loosened just a little, the stretched rubber would snap back and bring the butt of the spear ahead at lightning speed. With careful guidance, the length of the spear would slide through their grip like a bullet passing through the barrel of a gun, and impale whatever target was in reach.
For the thousandth time, they took a moment to be grateful they could do this. Underwater spearfishing was a pleasure one couldn’t really partake in without rubber-propelled weaponry. If anything good came out of that time they washed up in Peru, it was being taught how to harvest and make it by Don Diego and his den.
Carefully, slowly, they descended lower. Closing the distance to their delicious quarry. Aiming down the length to the barbed point of their polespear. If they missed, or made one wrong move, the fish would dash away with the speed of a cheetah.
To their pleasant surprise, the fish seemed to turn about on a dime and to face Avery. Seemingly to come up and meet them, unaware of the danger it was in. The reptilian diver could barely contain their excitement.
Adjusting their aim downward, they loosened their grip, and the spear shot out fast as a striking snake…
——————————————————————————————————————————————
HoboPatch Gifted me this absolutely beautiful art of Avery going underwater spearfishing. Taking place an indeterminate number of years after humanity awoke in a transformed world, and even more radically transformed bodies. By now, the reptilian survivors have developed a number of rugged, yet useful tools to make their lives easier. For Avery, who loves the ocean. They’re not merely surviving, but thriving.Avery is the main character of my ongoing story series, Avery’s Awakening, taking place in the dragonscape universe. If you’d like to check out the comic drawn by the same artist who drew this, give The Long Hike a read!
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