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RP with Alec.

Shortly after returning to your duplex you suddenly pass out. You wake up cold and alone. You notice you've been left near a cliff side many miles from the village proper.

Even if you did make your way towards it you would find yourself buzzed when you get too close and your duplex door is securely locked with all of your posessions inside.

Looks like you finally got caught in the re-review of the tapes.

Now you share the same fate as Alec and Tommy.

((Timing note: This RP occurs pre-zapping))

Sabin had advised the staff to patch Zach through to him personally if he ever was to call the labs, so it didnt take long for a familiar French accent to respond to the hailing.

"Zachary, how have you been doing..? I am afraid that my work has kept me from the cameras for some time. Did the bandages and splint help your injuries?"

Sabin gave an exasperated sigh. "No appreciation of taste, I suppose. Ah well, It is easily enough replaced at least. I'll order you one special." Sabin responded apologetically.

The corner of Sabin's mouth jerked up and he scratched at his chin. His dragon, his special project was asking for his help? More than that, he was coming to him for... his specialty here on the island. Inviting him to play and giving him a reason to do so.

"I will certainly see what I can do, Zachary. Rest assured, I will see to it that they will see some sort of disruption to their lives here."

"You did right in coming to me." Sabin assured him. "I will look out for you as best as I can."

"Neither can I, Zachary. I shall let the ideas stew, and I shall find something.... appropriate." He rolled the word around in his mouth, tasting it... savoring it.

"And in the meantime, take care of yourself, and I'd steer clear of them if you can help it."

"Certainly not. From our research, your muzzle is still brittle... sort of - not fully developed. Take care, Zachary."

Sabin leaned back into his chair and steepled his fingers, flipping two of the video moniters over to Rex and Thom... and began to think.

Days had gone by. Long ones. His cave was dark and time seemed to follow no set course, weaving as it pleased. The nights had been horribly cold and left him feeling like he'd just barely survived death with each. As soon as the sun crawled up from below the ocean, he clambered outside, weaker with every day that passed. He basked for hours right outside the mouth of his cave, sitting lethargically in the sunlight with a vacant look in his eyes. The basking helped greatly, but a full stomach would have also been good. There was no food. To get meat, he'd have to kill. And he just couldn't.

Other alternatives hadn't worked. Once he'd warmed himself up to a regular temperature after the first night, he'd gone exploring. He'd stumbled across some sort of fruit tree and ate his fill, but it didn't take long before it disagreed with him and he threw it up. No plants for him. The area was mapped out somewhat in his mind. There was a river not far from his new "home". He'd been reluctant to drink from it at first, knowing that it was far from clean, but in the end his thirstiness outweighed his fears and he attempted to settle his stomach with a drink. He'd bathed the other day, though it was a very awkward ordeal knowing about the cameras being around. Survival was not his specialty, though. He brought back leaves whenever he could find them to make a less painful bed for himself in his cave, though it hardly helped. He had nothing to put water in, so he made regular trips there whenever he felt strong pangs of hunger. Nothing had to die over him being stuck outside.

On the latest evening, he'd made his short pilgrimage to the river and leaned down to lap up some water with his tongue. His mouth no longer allowed for sipping. His stomach growled, and he felt sick. It had occured to him before that he was probably going to die here in a matter of days, but only now did it really hit home.

Something stirred in the forest. A pair of eyes, tiny footfalls, the crunch of leaves, movement. Something was watching him. It had been too long without food. He stared for a moment, vaguely recognizing it as an animal. Another growl from his stomach. He'd been slipping lately. There were some times when he hadn't been feeling altogether there. More like an animal. His thoughts became indistinct, simple, hunger driven. Hardly aware of himself, he gave chase to the shadowy thing that had sealed its doom.

Some time later things became less narrow. His muscles ached, and one of his wings hurt. The incessant growling of his stomach had ceased. There was a strong smell of death around him, though he was not anywhere in the jungle. It was too bright and the ground too dry to be in there. Right outside his dank little cave, even. Something sticky was all over his hands and oozed from the half-open sides of his mouth. Water from the river? No, not at all. It tasted too much like blood...

He reached up one of his clawed fingers to his mouth and licked the blood off of it. Things came back into a greater focus. In front of him was a buck, with a magnificent set of horns. He could only stare at it. Bites and tears had its flank ripped open and bloody, and much of its visible insides were simply gone, having been eaten. On his hands, and his face, was fresh blood, still warm. The sight of it made him feel hungry again. He wanted to be scared, terrified, sick, but couldn't. Mostly, weakened morals aside, he felt quite pleased, and his tail was swishing contentedly.

He had to clamp down and force himself to be scared. His thoughts came in odd bursts. He had to get rid of it. But it was too big to get rid of, and he hadn't finished it off completely. He could get rid of the head though. Yes, the head. Maybe just the skull. Kaveri. Kaveri would love a skull, wouldn't she? It didn't matter. If he left the head on the body it would watch him and accuse him every time he saw it. Hands shaking, he excavated the skull from the head, a very messy job. He was losing focus again, holding the mess of blood and bone up and licking it clean. He shivered - night had fallen again, bringing with it the cold. He abandoned the beheaded, pitiful carcass where it lay in its pool of drying blood and scrambled into the cave, mumbling under his breath and taking the buck skull with him.