[IC] Nightmare in Paradise

[Briza]

A plane crash? Had Jane been on a plane? She continued leaning on the young man for support. The comfort was not so fuzzy feeling, anymore. There was something more hopeless about the situation beginning to grow between them. The realization that she was stuck in wilderness with some person who... also had no idea how he had gotten to this place. She quivered, slightly; hopefully, only noticeably to herself.

She had just run away from two wild animals, one that almost mauled her. They seemed desperately hungry, enough to maybe eat each other. We're sitting bate. We're lost... Those words repeatedly crossed throug her mind. Her eyes widened as she hobbled along with Shayre.

What was she doing? Some depersonalizing began to warp her mind into another shock. Shayre had just said that word. She wanted to stay calm. She wanted so badly to keep quiet the voices screaming in her head. She had thought she was still hallucinating, but...no, and Shayre seemed like such a nice young man. How could he help someone like her.

The reasons why began developing in her head. He was seemingly nice, gentlemanly, nonjudgemental; she was injured and showed no signs of her past, to be on drugs. Of course, he would help her. It is better to work in groups than alone, right? At least, in this instance. At least...

"I don't remember ever being on a plane," she said concerned, "I mean..." There was no way she was on a plane last night. That would be crazy. She thought of the bear attacking her, how she thought it was all a hallucination, "I'm not dreaming all of this, am I?" She said desperately, almost pleadingly for him to help guide her through this chaos and back to what she remembered as reality. The pain shot through her leg, she cringed quietly to herself, suddenly more concerned with this entire situation, once again, uncalm.

[Noyuri]

Shayre shrugged at her denying that possibility, not sure what to say back. It only had been a theory, one he hadn't given much chance, but it had been a possibility. He couldn't think of something else, not without risking the headache from before. It didn't matter really. They were there, and right now they needed to survive. What put them there, where they were, the why's an hows; they weren't nearly as important to him right now as finding a place to rest for the night. Still, he wanted to humor her, come up with a believable reason, something that would calm her down, something that would convince her that help would be on its way. Nothing came to mind however, and he remained silent.

They kept on walking, far beyond the point he had suggested they'd go. He wasn't sure why, but it seemed like stopping would require more effort than keeping on walking. Something about an object in motion... He chuckled out of nowhere, suddenly realizing how surreal this situation really was. The girl had a good point when she asked about dreaming all of this. Still, he doubted she was right. However surreal this situation, this world, was, he felt the pain in his head, the shock going through his legs when he misjudged the distance to the floor, he smelled the flowers, or were it fruits? He wasn't sure, but it was a sweet smell, and it came from the direction they were walking in. They were still going downhill, and it might have been his imagination, but the ground seemed wetter. Some plants resembling moss crept over the stones, a vibrant green giving hope, assuring him they were on the right track. He turned his head to look at the blonde girl, who was panting softly as she was struggling with the weight of the brown haired girl, not giving in, nor saying a word as she kept her eyes fixed on the ground.

It was then that he realized his feet were wet. At first he thought it came from the moss, which green color shined iridescent through the tiny dewdrops. But the truth was far more exiting. They had reached the lowest point, a small pond with muddy water, surrounded by trees with hanging leaves. He would have called them willows, had they not bore fruit. He recognized their smell as the one that had drawn him here, had caused him to slowly divert from their current course. This place was perfect, he knew it as he looked around. The water of the pond might not be ideal to drink from, but the moss around it had gathered enough dew for them to get water from. The trees would provide shelter, and if their fruits were as edible as they seemed, they would provide both liquid and food for them.

"Let's rest here..."

His voice sounded way calmer than he felt, which might be a good thing, seeing the childish glee he felt upon seeing this place. He guided the others towards the largest tree, intending to let them rest against its trunk. Upon letting go of the brown haired girl, he leaned against the tree as casually as he could, breathing light and slow where he would rather heave and cough. Still, now they weren't moving anymore he felt his heart slowing down and his oxygen levels getting back to normal. When he felt confident in his ability to walk without falling over, he let go of the tree, making his way to the edge of the water. He wondered if it was too dirty to use to clean wounds. He realized it probably was, so he simply studied his reflection for a while. The guy that looked at him from below the surface of the water looked unfamiliar to him, and he felt a rush of panic go through his body once again as he felt unable to look away. It's just the blood, you obviously never saw yourself looking this bad before... The voice in his head did have a point. The blood made him look like a zombie, half his face covered in a dark sticky goo. It was a good thing he had walked on the girls' right half. They would probably never have calmed down if he had kept the other side turned towards them. He hastily gathered some wet moss to try and clean himself up a bit. He left his hair alone, not daring to touch the wound itself. When he declared himself cleaned up enough, he discarded the now red moss. After gathering some new he walked over to the girls again trying to lose as little of the dew as he could.

"Here, we should get ourselves cleaned out just a little."

trees

Appearance: These trees look like average willows, the main differences are: their leaves are more grey than green, their foliage is very thick, almost entirely hiding what is behind them. The fruits look like oversized peaches, yet have multiple small seeds instead of one big in the center.

Size: 12ft

Danger level: Extremely low

Bio: Slightly smaller than standard willows, these trees can be found around still water. Their leaves are usually grayish, but the moonlight makes them shine in a blue light. The trees depend on nocturnal insects to pollinate them, yet bear no flowers. In fact, their mating ritual is more like a blood transfer, with their sap bearing their DNA, to be transferred by those that crave their juices. Their fruits are delicious and sweet, but start rotting after little over 10 hours when separated from the tree. This makes them an excellent food source for those that live around the tree, but less so for those that like to travel.

[Briza]

"Let's rest here..."

Jane melted into the grass. Her feet were blistered; her socks were worn and torn. She wiped her hands over her eyes, trying to rid her face of the sweat drenching over her soiled skin. The weather was getting deeper into the day and the sun was turning an orangey hue, letting out some strong radiance of rays from beyond the clouds. The wind was still calmly blowing, which made the faintness in Jane's breath feel so much better. The pain in her leg was still real, and like a worm with teeth quivering up and down her leg and occasionally giving a chilling ache down her spine and thigh.

She tried running a hand through her hair. Mud and dirt was matted and weaved through her hair, catching on her fingers. Looking down at her wound, dirt and other such particles from the ground was stuck to the blood covered over her leg. She was afraid to touch it, staring at the particles stuck inside the wound. The leg hurt the more she looked at it, peered at it. The uncleanliness of the wound made her feel sick. Jane's stomach churned a bit, contemplating the thought that the leg actually belonged to her. She drew in deep breaths, closing her eyes for brief seconds. The leg was hers. The wound was equally hers. And it was painful, very painful.

She looked up at the blonde haired girl. She seemed cleaner than Jane felt. A strike of jealousy flashed through Jane, before the pain in her leg began bothering her further. Why did she have to get hurt. Damnit, Jane. Prayers at this time had reached some halting point. So much for the Church-loving, God fearing, Jesus freak. The yesterday Jane would be shaking her head at her, but in some ways, Jane did not care. Her leg hurt too much, the reality was setting in--and survival refused to let yesterday's Jane trample any life out of her, today.

"Here, we should get ourselves cleaned out just a little."

Jane hesitated to stand-up. The pain in her leg shot straight through her calf, to her thigh and through her spinal cord. "I don't think--," she paused, making a face of pain, "I'm sorry for sitting down," she pushed her hands to her head, grasping her hair, wanting to cry. She was turning into a cry baby. Maybe, she had always been a cry baby and never before noticed. Soul searching through acid, what a baby.

[Noyuri]

Shayre looked at the girl as she tried to get up but failed, her face twisting in pain as she sat down again. As she grasped her head with tears in her eyes he kneeled down next to her while cooing softly, trying to get her to let go of her hair and take the moss.
"Use this to clean your wound, we don't want it to get infected... I can do it too, but it is probably going to hurt less if you try it yourself..."
He slowly got up again, his legs and back protesting against the movement, tired as they were after walking for what seemed like days. While he leaned back he tried to judge by the height of the sun how long they would still be able to enjoy the sunlight. He probably hadn't been some kind of woodsman, as his instincts told him nothing but the fact that indeed, the sun was going down. It wouldn't be much more than 2 hours however, and that meant... Well he guessed it meant nothing. They were stuck here no matter what. There was no way they were fit enough to keep on going even if the sun wasn't going down. He shrugged and turned around, deciding that there was little use in knowing for sure what was going to happen if there wasn't anything he could do about it either way. Instead, he should use his time to accomplice something productive, like figuring out what their next step should be.

He returned to his list of priorities, and felt strangely accomplished as he managed to write some things off. So far, they had found shelter, something to clean their wounds with, water... Well, to be fair, the water didn't really seem like it was drinkable. Perhaps they could live off the liquid inside the fruits. But that wouldn't be safe unless someone had tested first whether they were poisonous... His head began to spin as he kept coming up with more requirements. Fire, protection, different kinds of food, medicine, bandages... The list kept expanding, each item seeming equally important to their survival, and each of them seeming impossible to accomplish. Yet he had to come up with solutions. He had promised the girls that they would be alright. He had told them where to go, what to do, and they had followed him. He was responsible for their well being now, and as much strength he had gained from knowing that earlier, right now it chilled him to the bone.

[Briza]

Jane let out a few more heavy breaths, which were trying to conceal her crying. She pulled her hands away from her hair and looked at Shayre's dirty face. They were both a mess. What were they even going to do at this moment, in this place. . get clean. Jane took the moss, not saying a word to Shayre, no thank you. Her face stayed solemn. She pressed the moss against her face, feeling a cool liquid seep through her skin. It was refreshing, like the the constant wind blowing.

She wiped her face, feeling the breeze against her cheeks, again. She had not realize how disgusting her skin had been, how covered and smeared with dirt and ground. She had chosen her face first out of vanity. But really, she should have washed her leg first. Her survival instincts were giving in to her fainthearted chest flutters as she just began having the ability to catch her breath.

She was holding off from having another mental break down. She kept questioning why she had to do this, with moss, why she was so dirty, why she was so tired, why she was so... much in pain. Jane drew in a deep breath as she stared at her leg. She looked at Shayre and gave out a hesitant look. She had tried to smile, almost to make it comical, but instead, her face just squinted in some painful array. She felt the, now warm moss press against her leg. The water stung, and hurt, like she was touching a sensitive bruise. She clenched her teeth together, "Tsss-," she drew the moss away from her leg. Her panting got heavier, as she lost her breath, again.

Jane dabbed the moss against her leg, again. She clutched her leg with her other hand as she dabbed the wound, squeezing the moss to let water trickle out over the wound. The water tickled down her leg while her hand clutching her leg, squeezed the circulation and numbed the pain. She rocked back and forth several times, trying to endure the pain the best she could, "I'm sorry," she managed to spill from her mouth, "I'm just--it hurts," she let out a sheepish, pain-high laugh, knowing her washing her wound must have made her look like some mental patient or mentally retarded persona.

No matter how hard Shayre tried to sympathize with her, she couldn't let her guard down around him. Perhaps, it was that they were strangers. Perhaps, it was that he was the opposing gender. Perhaps, it was because he was younger and she felt in some ways protective over him. Whatever the reason, she felt horrible for him having to take care of her, watch her like this.

[CandiKane]

Luna opened her eyes expecting to see the white ceiling of her room and to hear the yelling of her mom that she was late for school. She expected to feel a soft blanket over her and her bed underneath and to smell the beginnings of breakfast downstairs. Yet, when she opened her eyes she saw none of these things. When she looked up she saw vibrant green leaves of trees high above her and heard strange humming noises around her. She sat up and did not feel her blanket, but moss and earth under her and instead of smelling bacon and eggs she smelled leaves and moss. She looked around, "Am I dreaming?" She said and presumed to quickly pinch herself. She looked around once more and got up, the confusion melting away to curiosity. I wonder if any people live hereshe thought to herself. She stood up and started walking out of the small clearing she was in and into the lush underbrush, completely disoriented, but hoping to find someone. She was actually quite cheery as she went, enjoying the outdoors as she walked, though finding it strange how she got there.

[Noyuri]

"Can... Can I help you with something?" A small voice pulled Shayre back from his thoughts, and as he looked at their source he saw the blond haired girl smiling nervously at him. She had been quiet the entire way, never crying nor giving up as she had helped him support, and sometimes even carry, the wounded girl. From the quick glances he had given her over the course of the day, he knew she hadn't been fine however. Normally he would have talked to her, trying to get her eyes that were unnaturally widely opened to relax. But he hadn't had time to do so, busy as he had been with getting them all away from danger. It seemed however that time alone had healed the girl from her shock, as she looked more relaxed now, although she was visibly shy. She was playing with the hem of her dress, looking up at him with a mixture of expectancy and something what looked like fear.

He smiled at her, grateful for her offer. "We will be staying here for the night... I suppose we should make ourselves some mattresses out of moss, and if you by any chance know how to make a fire, that would be even better."
The girl nodded quickly, turning around without saying a word as she started pulling moss out of the ground. She looked happy to be doing something, and perhaps that was the best thing in their situation. With that in mind, Shayre walked towards one of the fruits and picked it, standing still for a moment before he dared to take a bite. When he broke through the skin, the juices started running out, and its sweet taste almost convinced him that it couldn't be bad for him. Still, a part of his brain reminded him of the danger of eating too much of an unknown plant, so he put the fruit down, although it cost him most of his willpower.
Now he had to wait until the next day, to see if he got sick. Still, they were all parched, or at least he was, and they needed something to drink. Looking at the moss again, he kneeled down to gather some that was especially heavy with dew, squeezing it above his head, trying to catch the running water in his mouth. The water tasted a bit... Well mossy would probably be the best choice of words. But it quenched his thirst, and was as clean as water would probably be around here. With renewed energy, he returned to the rest, to see how the wounded girl was doing.

She was crying and laughing because of the pain, while trying to clean her leg. "I'm sorry" She said it as if she was trying to apologize for crying, as if she thought he would get mad at her. He smiled at her once again, showing her that he didn't mind. Truth was, even if he had minded, he wasn't in the mood to be mad at anyone, was too tired for conflict. All he wanted right now was to sleep, but he couldn't yet. They should have a fire, or some other way to keep warm. He still had a wound to clean...
"Don't worry, I haven't cleaned my own wound yet, and I'm sure I will cry if I start that too..."
He wasn't sure what he should do, keep up an appearance of strength, so she would feel like she could rely on him, or tell her that he felt just as lost, to make her feel less bad about herself. The truth was that he dreaded cleaning his own wound. He wouldn't be able to see what he was doing, and he was sure he would mess things up. Besides, the last thing they needed right now was him crying from pain like the girl was right now.

[CandiKane]

After walking for a while Luna heard people talking. She was now quite thirsty, but she ignored it as she couldn't find a source of water at the moment. She crouched in the foliage and looked out to see a boy and a girl in a clearing. They both had injuries which looked quite painful. She decided to watch them for a bit before revealing herself. They didn't look to be threatening, but she could never be sure. She adjusted herself a bit, and in result a twig snapped loudly under her feet. Her eyes widened and she waited for their response. She decided it would be better to reveal herself than to startle them, so she stood up and slowly walked into the clearing, "Hello, I'm Luna." She said.

[Briza]

Jane wanted to greet Luna, but her leg was in pain. Shayre's words were comforting, as well as the wondering from the blonde haired girl. Despite the pain, the relief from Luna's smile seemed to melt away some stress dwelling inside of her. Luna seemed like she was in a comfortable position. Perhaps, she knew where they were, knew where there was shelter, knew where there was help, knew where there was food and water. Jane pulled the moss away from her wound. It looked somewhat better, less brown and green and dewy. The red blood was still not done bleeding. She knew she would need to do something to her leg to make it stop bleeding. Maybe if she wrapped moss around it.

Jane didn't want to be rude, but interrupted and did not say anything back to Luna, "I think I need some more moss..." She paused, catching her breath, taking a breath inbetween the pain, "to wrap around my wound..." She looked at Shayre as she spoke, unsure if her words were clear or not. The presence of another made her feel warmer, more mature. The ease of another person helped calm her mind.

The sun was setting in the sky, the orange use was darkening, and the sky was turning purple. The clouds were swirling as the wind began to pick up its pace. The trees were slowly moving into a sleeping position, moving its branches. Jane slightly had recognition or remembrance of this accurate before she had been attacked by wild bears. But at that time, she thought she was still hallucinating and found the trees to be friendly and... She was so hungry. She had not eaten for four days. She wanted to say something to Luna, but asking for moss was all that she could muster up, suddenly recoiling back into her inner state, letting Shayre be the leader.

[CandiKane]

Luna looked at the girl's leg and immediately started tearing moss up from the ground. "I'll help you, I had to do this kind of stuff for my dad all the time when we went camping." She wrapped the moss around the girl's wound and tied it tightly with vines that hung from some of the trees. "That should do," she said and wiped her blood stained hands on her flannel pajama pants. She gathered more moss and vines and put them in reach of the girl. She took one look at the girl's chapped, cracked lips and knew the girl hadnt had water for days. She really needs water Luna thought.

Suddenly, a high pitched voice whispered in Luna's ear, "I can help."
Luna turne quickly and saw a small, green winged creature hovering in the air. It had tiny pointed ears and large, yellow almod shaped eyes. Two little fangs stuck out from its mouth and its two arms and two legs hung in the air.

"How can you help and how did you know what I was thinking?" Luna asked, startled.

"I am a Sanguis and I am summomded when someone is in dire need. I can supply you with your greatest need...but thee is a price!" The sanguis giggled delightedly in its high pitched voice.

"What's the price?" Luna asked warily.

"Blood!" It shrieked with pleasure, "Let me suck some of her blood and I shall give you a spring flowing with water!"

Luna frowned, "She's lost enough blood, it's her choice, though." Luna turned to her

[Briza]

Jane was astonished that the newly arrived girl named Luna had wrapped and cares for her wound so easily. She could feel pressure in all the right places, giving some relief to the amount of pain she was sensing. During the brief moments after the pain had died significantly, she realized Luna was wearing pajamas, just as she was. There was no way she lived here. She was another person lost on this strange random place. Jane could think nothing of how odd it was that everyone was trapped here without a clue. The boy had no idea, the blonde haired girl had no idea. .

But Luna seemed to have better cheer, maybe she knew of something... Or someone.

When the Sanguis appeared, Jane hesitated, scared. The first animal she encountered was the giant bear, overly ferocious bear or bears. She could hardly remember how she had gotten away, let alone walked so long. Her lips were chapped and dry and the places where the mud had not covered her skin, she was burned from the radiant sun, the trees offered some protection along the way, but there was something shady about them. Shady as in not shady enough.

"Su--..." Jane hesitated, "Suck my blood?" She was not sure. She had already lost so much blood. She was feeling weak and faint, as is. Even just sitting she was starting to get dizzy spells. She could hardly make conversation with Luna. In fact, she had not made conversation at all.

She stared down at the moss in her hand, "Have this..." Her voice trailed off, realizing how tired she was, trying to make decisions that could potentially save her life. Blood and mud and other ground particles surrounded the moss in her hand. It had been soiled by her cleaning herself. "My, my blood is on it." She held up her arm, holding up the moss. Her arm and hand shook, trying to keep straight.

How had she ran so far on such an empty stomach? She panted a little, turning to the blonde haired girl, thinking how she seemed pretty decent, aside from thirst and chapped lips and skin, she seemed to be well, a little malnourished, but she could donate blood better if the moss would not work.

Jane was sure Shayre had already located some water, but she couldn't remember or think quite straight. There had been water in the moss, right? She didn't need to give anything for water, this was a trick of the forest. Something wasn't right. "No, you're wrong," was all Jane could say as a haze fell over her eyes. Maybe the wrap around her leg was too tight. The bleeding had seemingly stopped significantly, but that didn't leave much oxygen flow for the rest of her body, perhaps. Why did she feel so dizzy? Was the thought of food and water causing her brain some psychological imbalance?

She thought of the three day fast before Lent started, when the Church told her people not to eat anything for thirty six hours. A repetition of Lord have mercies started in her head, like a mantra. It helped her concentrate somewhat and get her mind off of the food, "We already have water," she mustered up, again, regaining her strength, but still feeling a haze cloud her thought process. At least, she was not screaming and crying that some fairy like creature with fangs was speaking to her. She was just relieved it was not attacking them, or well... Not yet, anyways. It did seem to make some sort of threats.

[Noyuri]

Shayre had been busy tearing vines and branches from nearby trees, making some kind of rudimentary shelter. The pain in his head had returned, and made thinking about more than one thing at once impossible. He hadn't heard the new blond girl coming, only slightly aware of the other one scurrying around trying to help him.
When they had the frame ready, he started gathering big leaves and moss for the roof, his aching back making him prefer the former. The shelter he was building was meant to be movable, although it was starting to get rather heavy. This enabled him to work closer to the resources, which sped up their pace, but coincidentally also meant he was too far from the others to see the sanguine as it came out and offered water for blood.

It was only when they were finished with the shelter, and slowly carried it towards where he had left the brownhaired girl, that he noticed something was wrong. In front of the wounded girl flew, no floated, a monstruous creature. It looked like a mixture of a monkey and a huge bat, but then one who has had acid thrown over them, as the skin seemed to have molten away at some places and a rotten smell emanated from the creature. From its huge fangs leaked a liquid, that seemed to be saliva at best, and venom at worst. Strangely enough, the two girls around it didn't seem as terrified of the creature as he currently was, although the brownhaired girl seemed rather apprehensive, and maybe slightly concerned.

Shayre let go of the shelter, vaguely aware of it falling on its side as he kneeled down to get a thick stick to use as a weapon. He rushed forward, almost falling over at the first steps as his headwound still seemed to affect his sense of ballance, but straightening as he kept on running. The last few steps he yelled something inelligible to help him concentrate his force, jumping in front of the brownhaired girl as he swung his stick at the thing.

"Help me fight this thing, or if you can't, run away!"
He yelled it especially at the newly arrived girl, as she seemed in a rather well condition. The girl with the long hair had ran after him as well, and was standing ready to attack the creature, although she was hesitating, probably afraid to draw its attention.

[CandiKane]

"Stop! This thing can help us!" Luna yelled with concern, but it was already too late.

"So, I see you don't want my help then." The Sanguis purred softly. "Then, I'm afraid I shall have to attack you for such rude behavior from this male creature," it looked to the girls with a grotesque smile, "I'm so sorry that I could not be of help to you." It then turned to the boy and hissed, as its eyes grew red and claws extended from the creature's long, thin fingers. It became a blur, as it flew so fast it was hard to see, the fact that it was no larger than six inches helped as well. It soon appeared on the boy's arm and locked its fangs into his skin, sucking, its eyes closed in bliss as it took huge amounts at once into its body.

Luna yelled out and smashed it with a large stick she had picked up, and since it had it's eyes closed and it was attached to the boy's arm it did not see it coming, and became a squished mass on the boy's arm. Luna also unintentionally created a large bruise on his arm. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." She said quickly and tried to clean off his arm, but to her amazement the bruise was starting to heal itself and the bite marks from the Sanguis dissolved. "What the heck," she whispered and looked to the boy for some type of explanation. The blood of the Sanguis shimmered with an unnatural glow on the boy's arm, "The blood!" She said and her eyes lit up with a crazy idea. She scraped off some of the bloodied mess of the Sanguis into her hand and placed it on the girl's leg watching in amazement as her leg slowly started to heal itself.

[Briza]

Jane stared at her leg in amazement. "Uh!" She could feel the wound healing, and her skin reattaching. The dirt and mess soiling her wound pushed out of her skin as the wound healed. The makeshift bandage around her leg moved slightly to the left and to the right as the wound healed, "My... My leg!" A smile suddenly spread across her chapped lips. It was unbelievable, a miracle.

Naturally, Jane thanked God. She hesitated but then crossed herself, Easternly. She looked at Luna, hesitating, again, but this time to stand up. Her feet were still sore and blistered, and her muscles were tired from walking. Her mind was also tired from pressing her body so far. Her hunger still lingered in her gut, causing a fingerpicking pain.

"You, how the--" she let out a breathless laugh, gasping, still trying to regain her strength, "Luna! I love you!" She had been afraid she may be at the brink of dying due to infection or. . . Anything, that had to do with her leg, really. She had been feeling so weak and immobile and crutches. She was so he lighted with her leg she could not help but tell Luna how she loved her.

"I can't believe you. .and," she looked at Shayre. He didn't look too good. His arm may have healed, but his head wound still looked in need of mending, "Put some on his head," she said as she lifted her body. Her leg shook a little, her muscles were tired, after all from all the pushing of adrenalin.

[Noyuri]

Shayre stood still in amazement, unsure of what was happening as he saw the brown girl's leg get healed in a matter of minutes. He looked at the other girl... Luna, that is what the brownhaired one had called her. Did they know each other? She seemed to trust her, but he wasn't so sure. She had showed up together with the creature, that had tried to kill them. Now she wanted them to use its blood to heal themselves? It did seem like it worked, but what if it was a list? What if it would poison them, or do something else that would harm them... He couldn't trust a creature that had tried to drink the brown haired girl's blood.

Then again, said creature was dead, and the girl had helped him kill it. His apprehension made no sense. He kneeled down to get some of the blood, finding to his horror that he had waited too long. Most of the blood had hardened in this short time, apparently not dealing well with oxygen. He frantically swiped his hands over the creature, trying to get some of its sticky blood. After collecting what little liquid blood was left, he quickly applied it to his headwound. After a few nerve racking moments, he felt something tickle on his head, as his wound began to slowly heal. It was working! He smiled excitedly as the pounding in his head started to fade away.
It wasn't enough though, and soon enough, the healing process stopped. Shayre tried in vain to find some more blood, but he had to give up after a while. All the blood had clotted, apparently losing its healing properties along with its viscosity. He stood up slowly, testing his head by shaking it. It was better for sure, but shaking it brought back some of the pain. It didn't matter. He could live with it, and probably even fight if he had to. Whatever the creature had been, and no matter what it would have done if they hadn't killed it, its death had helped them. Still, Shayre hoped they wouldn't meet more of its kind, and he made a mental note to take some defensive measurements when he'd have the time.

He looked at the three girls, realizing that he only knew the name of the most recent addition to their team.
"So... I guess we should introduce ourselves to each others, seeing as we kinda skipped that part until now..."
He sat down against the trunk of the tree, looking at the shelter he and the long haired girl had made earlier. It still lay toppled over on the ground, waiting for someone to come and get it. It was getting late, and maybe they should be working on getting a fire started instead of exchanging names, but they had postponed the latter for similar reasons so often now that it was getting ridiculous.

[Briza]

Jane frowned as Shayre desperately tried to find more blood to out on his wounded head. She couldn't think of anything to say but, I'm sorry there wasn't enough blood. . At least, you look much better, now, but she stopped herself from speaking. It was the truth, but sometimes, Jane spoke when she ought not to have spoken, and she feared this may have been one of those times. She felt gluttonous over her wound being healed and his only healing a certain amount. He really did look more awake, though.

She had not noticed before that he looked disoriented. She must have looked awful before the healing. She did not deny the fact that she looked horrible, still. She still could feel the hunger nawing her stomach, probably eating itself.

She watched as Shayre sat down against the tree trunk, she remembered doing the same thing for several days. Three or something. How did she even manage to do that? She must have been out of her mind, tut it was a safe way to live. . apparently.

"My name is Jane," she spoke up.

[Noyuri]

Shayre smiled at the girl, considering shaking her hand, but too tired to move. "Jane... well, I guess it is nice to meet you. Despite the, eh, suboptimal circumstances."
He looked at the blonde girl, hoping she would talk before him, hoping to delay the inevitable. I'm sorry, I don't know anything, not even my own name... It would be a great way to lose any kind of trust they might have in him keeping them safe. Not that Jane seemed to need it as much as she did when she was wounded anymore though.

Luckily the longhaired girl spoke first, leaning a bit forward as she played with the hem of her dress again. "My name is Akuma, I'm from..." As she went on and gave various names of areas, cities perhaps, he listened intently. Most of the names held no meaning to him whatsoever, but a few lingered in his mind. He wouldn't say they sounded familiar, but something about them made him attribute certain qualities to them. Big city... Agraric area... Strange people that drank too much... He wondered whether he had known the places or simply heard of them.

With a shock he realized Akuma had stopped talking, looking his way now. It was his turn... He opened his mouth, going to say the truth, that he didn't know, but then a name came to mind. Whether it was his, or that of someone he had known before coming here, he didn't know. It didn't matter, he needed a name, and if this wasn't his, its rightfull owner probably wouldn't complain. "My name is... Shayre."

Looking at the others he felt his stomach growl, and he looked at the fruit again. It was too early to know for sure... But who was he to make that decission for everyone. He nodded at everyone, going through his hair with a muddied hand, shaking out some leaves and moss. "You're probably hungry... There's fruits around here."
Nice speech, idiot. He groaned on the inside and sat up right, trying again. "I personally don't think it is wise to eat anything around here without testing it. So far I haven't gathered enough testresults to know for sure. It could be poisonous to humans, or something like that. But since everyone must be hungry... I don't know, I guess it is up to you."

He wanted to stand up and get the toppled shelter to a better place, but he was too tired to move. Shelter, fire, water... At least they had one and a half of the core elements required for survival. How they were going to get a fire started, he had no idea. Didn't really care all too much anymore either. With every second, the idea of getting up and doing things started repulsing him more. He was almost drifting off, sleeping until sunrise, deal with things after that... But he got himself together, standing up slowly before walking to the shelter, trying to see whether they could drag the thing underneath the tree.

[Briza]

Jane listened to both Akuma and Shayre introduce themselves. She was not much of a social butterfly and introductions hardly meant much to her. She was ready to be third wheeled at any given time. In this situation, even, she anticipate the whole event partaking as a typical social ground. .

Her head was still slightly spinning from the lack of food, but her coherency skills were much better prior to being healed. Her leg felt much better. She could hardly grasp the concept that her leg was healed, "Fruit?" she questioned Shayre, confused what at what he meant. If there was food, she'd love to eat it, but the want behind the need was telling her not to partake until she knew it was safe. She wanted to live to see her friends on the other side, again, reluctantly so.

Did she really have a choice, though? If the fruit was dangerous she would die, but she felt as if her stomach was devouring itself. Would she live? Of course, with some water--she was really dehydrated as is. "Maybe just some liquid from the moss?" she spoke strugglingly, trying not to make herself sound too paranoid. She was not even sure if the water from the moss was safe. She had cleansed her former wound with it, however.

She brushed her dirty hair from her face, trying to get a better look at the three. She forced herself to stand up, holding her stomach with her right arm. God, she was hungry, starving. She could eat--she could eat a person, but that was far from anything she really wanted to do. She walked over to a tree, pulling not a fruit, but some moss from the tree. She unwillingly pressed it against her tiny, barely open lips and began sucking. She coolness trickled down her throat, filling her stomach to a bare delight. She pulled the moss away from her mouth, "It's very good," she half whispered into a laugh, "You should have some, Akuma, Luna, Shayre. ." she held it out, looking up at the tree at all the moss hanging, "A little grassy, but--" she paused, hesitating, finding herself making it out to be better than it was, "I think healthy," she tried to smile, but her smile was barely visible on her frowning lips. She had been holding a frown for so long, that her muscles for smiling had none other than weakened. Her body was not listening entirely to her mind, and knew this place was not one for smiles, despite Jane wanting it to be.

[Noyuri]

Shayre looked at Jane as the girl pulled free some moss and started sucking on it. Yes, she seemed much better now. He hesitated for a moment when he saw her look at the fruit, eyes full of hunger. It probably wasn't poisonous... But he had only taking a small bite, what if the problem only started if you ate more? He wasn't sure about the logic going on inside him, it probably was the hunger talking. Still, he should test, that was what he was doing anyway. If he didn't up the dosage quickly they would never find out if they'd die from those fruits. But he couldn't really go and eat these fruits before the eyes of the girls if they didnt eat... He walked over at Jane, feeling slightly unsteady but otherwise fine. A half smile on her face revealed her optimism was just a farce, trying to be strong... She was pretty. The thought slipped past, caught him by surprise. This was far from the opportune time to go and think about useless stuff like that. He kicked himself mentally, driving away the thought as quickly as he could.

"I could try them out, see if they kill me?" He wondered if she'd think he was simply being selfish or weak, giving in to the temptation of the food, or brave for taking the risk for the group. He wasn't really sure which one he was either.

Following her suggestion he pulled some moss free too, trying to quench his thirst quickly before the water had all leaked to the ground. This stuff reminded him of sponges... He just hoped it wouldn't kill him.
"It tastes healthy..." He smiled at Jane while pulling free some more. "I think we'll do just fine here..." It was an optimism he genuinly felt, for the course of his saying it. When he brought the new swap of moss to his mouth however, he started doubting again. How on earth were they going to survive a place like this...

[Briza]

"I could try them, see of they kill me?" Shayre spoke morbidly, but heroically in all senses. Jane did not think he needed to sacrifice himself. They had only been living here so long, or at least, it appeared so. For all Jane knew, Shayre could be on a suicide mission with those fruits. She looked at Akuma and Luna, who seemed eager to find out if the fruit was poisonous or not, but they both seemed hesitant at the same time. Jane could relate to their facial expressions.

Jane was thinking maybe Shayre did not care if he died. They were already stranded in some strange land, as if some sick person had trapped them here for wild entertainment. She had read conspiracy theories about Aliens using humans in zoos, as entertainment. She had not seen any Alien spectators, but. . Had she really been kidnapped by Aliens?

She shuddered the thought away, letting the dark cloud of confusion overshadow her thoughts. If Aliens had captured them--No, she wouldn't think that far. Food and water first. Shayre was right, and so was her stomach. The water cooled down her system, felt refreshing but God she was hungry.

A small, forced, whispered laugh escaped Jane's lips as Shayre agreed with her commentary on the mossy water. The laugh was out of hesitation and anticipation of being put into third wheel, but the other two seemed less hungry, less worried as Shayre and she were. . Of course, they were both presented in much better condition.

"Would such large fruit be so poisonous?" She bit her bottom lip for speaking, out of hunger, desperation. "I can wait a little longer. . I--I don't think you should sacrifice yourself," he seemed to be the only one with ideas. He was the leader figure already, despite his head injury. His male status seemed to push an alpha status on him, already. He seemed so logical.

She wondered if she had forced that laugh earlier to prove she was alpha female? Again, another thought that doesn't need to be in her head, she pushed it away, again, "I don't want to see you die," she said glumly. But there was no other way to find out if the fruit was edible, and they were surely going to die if they did not eat within the next day or two. Food was not going to magically sprout from the ground. She bit her bottom lip, after speaking, again, as a nervous habit that seemed to be developing in these conditions.

"I'm so hungry. . "She paused pushing the palms of her hands to her face, covering it, "I don't know!" She could only imagine him eating and then dying shortly after. But oh God, her stomach. The more she thought about the fruit, the hungrier she became. She pulled her hands from her eyes, and covered her mouth, breathing in the smell of her skin, which seemed to calm her down, "I'm sorry, this is all--"

"So confusing?" Luna interjected, "It's alright. I am pretty sure the fruit is not poisonous. That's my opinion anyways."

Jane stared at Luna, not sure if she should believe any of the comforting words Luna had just spoken or not.