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Ian continued through the dark undergrowth, stumbling a fair few times on unseen dangers. Through the haze he was in Ian could smell the faint smell of other things.

He tried to discern one from the other and frowned as he started to sweat with the effort of ignoring the Emer-scent. He had antlers, he was supposed to be able to defend himself right?

His watch felt tight on his wrist and ian wondered how long it had been since Christmas. The days seemed to blur together, it could've been mere days, or weeks since the day he had forgotten.

He grunted under his breath and stopped upon reaching the stream. "It should be safe here, I have been here days." Or was it weeks? Ian no longer knew, the silent ticking of his watch only counted seconds.

He wasn't crazy, not quite. But he needed to get his mind away from things. With a sad frown he dunked his face in the water quickly before coming up dripping.

The cold-ish water made him want to snicker, but he didn't. He had to appear sane, he wasn't crazy, he wasn't crazy. . .

Ian shook his head and water sprayed everywhere. He laughed and pushed his hair back with grin. "Much better." He spotted his spear lying on the ground where he had left it and grabbed it handing to to Chana.

"This will do more good to thee than it would if I were to wield it. May it be well in your hands."

Why exactly had he said that when he gave her the spear? Surely he could have just told her 'here you go. Now you can defend yourself' but no, he had to phrase it like he was some lord of old.

"Um," he looked at the ground. What did he want to say?

"I can always make another one besides." That wasn't what he had wanted to say, but it would have to suffice.

Ian paused as she seemed hesitant about the spear, when he remembered that she had mentioned eating. . .bark.

Damn, she wanted to eat the spear didn't she?

He was silent for a minute, what could he say? The itch in his head became insistent and he let ot loose for a second then jerked at the force with which it overpowered him setting loose a loud rustling of leaves.

With a grunt and an extreme amount of mental effort that left him feeling completely drained he managed to again push Emerwyn to be the annoying itch. But at least it was better than just abandoning Chana by the stream. Especially at night.

But Chana seemed sane, maybe she could tell him. . . "Pray, Chana, what day is it? If thou knows?" He counted the seconds silently to himself. "Perhaps I can figure how long I have been here."

He fingered his watch idly. What use had he for time? He was here, forever. No! Not forever, he would leave, eventually.

He sighed softly and leaned back onto his hands, sitting cross-legged. "Sometimes I wonder-" he murmered not realizing he had said it aloud.

February! Already? Surely it couldn't be later than mid January. "Oh," Ian's voice was very quiet. But perhaps time didn't matter anymore, they were here, and you lived everyday. Time only made things seem different than they were.

Ian's eyes dulled a little in the dark as he realized that he had spoken out loud. "I wonder about lords. And I wonder about why we are here."

Ian realized he was confusing her - again.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything." He sighed and looked at the dark water flowing past them. Ian grimly looked at the vines growing on the trees and had an idea. He moved to pick a few and sat down on the bank of the stream and began weaving them together in a braid.

Perhaps I am crazy, but I do not wish to harm anyone. And he grinned.

Chubbs couldn't breath, his throat and chest were slowly being crushed by the large serpent. He fought for breath and moved to one knee and rammed the snake into the tree it came from. The snake bit harder, causing Chubbs to wince, but it the impact knocked it a little loose. Once more he tried, slamming his shoulder towards the tree and squishing the snake between. His face was turning blue, he fell to the ground, twisting his rm up he looked at the claws on his hand and he snapped. Instict to survive set in, it wasn't Chubbs, it wasn't him at all. Claws sank into the snake with a great his and dug their way in, raking across the scales and tearing flesh. Chubbs opened his maw and snarled wide, turning his face to the side, his bit his enhanced canines into the neck of the snake and clamped down hard. He wanted to show the snake how it felt, but so much more. He clawed and ravaged at the snake, it tried to get away, but Chubbs held it tight now. The taste of blood entered his mouth and it meant food to him, something he desired alot. Griopping with both clawed hands and finally able to take a deep breath and growls loudly as he pulled on the snakes neck. Chubbs tore the head free with a gush of cold blood and roared loudly into the jungle air. It had been his kill, and no one's and he tore chunks of the snake away with hungry teeth.

Awen had not noticed the girl for some time. She was nursing a cut she had on the bottom of her foot by the tree. When Awen had found this little fruit tree she was extatic, she could bring back the fruit she said she would find to the group. Indeed, fish and fruit, it would make for better living now. Even though she would probably mostly stay by herself.

But in her excitement Awen had failed to notice the rather sharp stick whose point was facing the air and stepped on it, causing the wound she now suffered. It was only a few moments before Lily arrived...

With a small flash of movement i nthe corner of her eyes she caught the sight of someone. She looked at the girl with the crimson-brown hair and tilted her head a little. No this person was new to her. But new to the island? She doubted it. With the blackout and everything the poor girl must have learned the truth by now.

Awen stood up slowly and put on a smile. At least the girl didn't appear to be in too bad of shape. "Hello there."