Post by Nekayne on May 20, 2013 23:05:45 GMT -5
Hunger.
Aching muscles forced themselves forward, never faltering in speed. Heavy breathing escaped a pair of dried lips. A tongue licked at the dry fangs, but no little swipe of saliva could satisfy. Stomach panged with such ferocity that it was maddening.
Thirst.
The pulse of the world around him pounded heavily in his ears. The warmth of the creatures distant around him burned like hot flames. Vision was blurred and obscure, and basic thought was cut off to make way for instinct. Pure instinct that was driving him further and further, faster and faster, as the pulsing in his ears caused his own heart to race.
Racing, quicker, faster, after the fleeing silhouette...
The noon sun broke through the leafy canopies the trees created. Feeling the bright light break through, Zibler blinked his eyes opened. He squinted against the bright light, letting out a dry groan as he tried to see. A passing cloud over the sun gave his eyes the moment of relief he needed to adjust.
The silver-haired boy slowly turned his head to the side, suddenly aware of the packed dirt beneath him. Confusion began to swim through the grogginess in his mind. He looked to his side, spotting the bases of a few scattered trees and roots poking up from the soil. Leaves and small patches of grass were scattered about, and for a brief moment he saw a squirrel scamper up one of the thick trunks.
He had no memory of this place. No matter how he slowly looked at his surroundings as he lied on the ground, nothing was familiar. Taking a breath, he slowly sat himself up, feeling the stiffness in his body ache in protest. His limbs felt heavy. He must have been laying there for quite some time.
Zibler rubbed his palm against his face, his fingers sinking into the sockets of his eyes as he tried to stir himself awake. The sudden overwhelming scent of copper forced his eyes wide open as he pulled his hand from his face. He stared as he noticed the blood dried onto his hand, and immediately lifted the other to see they both matched. His eyes shot downward to see that his striped sweater had also been dotted with red, but the main mess had been centered around his hands and sleeves.
"Oh no." Zibler croaked. He scrambled to his feet, the stiff feeling of his body being shaken away. His fatigue was gone, and there was definitely a feeling of satisfaction running through his veins. His stomach didn't pang, his head was clear, and he felt a new sense of vigor. He wiped the back of his hand across his chin and, while he couldn't see his own face, he could feel something caked onto it. He could only assume what it was.
Zibler nervously bite his lip. He looked past the wooded area he had passed out in and towards what looked like the exit. He hadn't ventured too far in, and so the walk out was quite short. He found himself on the outskirts of a farm. Fenced-in cows laid lazily in the sun, the smell of hay and manure rode on the gentle summer breeze, and thankfully it looked like no one was around at the moment.
Determined to get himself cleaned up before anyone could see him, Zibler eyed the farm. After spotting a well standing beneath a shady tree, he lightly jogged over to it. Taking a last glance to see if anyone was around, he lowered the bucket into the well and, once full, raised it back up and pulled it off of it's hook.