Volanz Adarga (
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The Greatest Betrayal
Who| Volanz and OPEN
What| How long does it take Volanz to figure out that nothing is edible? Let's find out!
Where| Up a tree in the central jungles.
When| Day three. Or night three. YOU DECIDE!
Warnings/Notes| Nothing to start with. Miserable, sick, hungry alien kid who's definitely more afraid of you than you are of him.
Food wasn't supposed to do this to you. It just wasn't. Volanz had been pretty confident to start with, even considering how much he hated being surrounded by forest. At least it was full of living things, surely he'd be able to eat until something or someone else finally killed him? Food was so important, how could it just betray him like this?
Then again, it was probably just because he was still crap at figuring out which alien trees gave edible fruit. This one he was resting in clearly didn't, and neither had the last two. Hunger was beginning to gnaw in his belly, which hadn't held anything he'd put in it besides water since stepping off his platform.
Volanz felt a horrible wrenching in his digestive coil, leaned against the trunk of the tree, and dry heaved. It broke off into futile coughing and he groaned, his throat burned and his muscles were sore as he tried to expel something that wasn't even there anymore. How long was this going to go on for? When he finally did find viable food would he even be able to keep it down? Even worse, he was getting thirsty and he'd have to brave the forest floor again for water soon.
...Not that he had reason to fear that. But it felt unnatural down there, and all the experience Volanz had told him that large predators preferred the ground. After the incident with the slumberbeast that had led to his first death, he intended to take no chances.
What| How long does it take Volanz to figure out that nothing is edible? Let's find out!
Where| Up a tree in the central jungles.
When| Day three. Or night three. YOU DECIDE!
Warnings/Notes| Nothing to start with. Miserable, sick, hungry alien kid who's definitely more afraid of you than you are of him.
Food wasn't supposed to do this to you. It just wasn't. Volanz had been pretty confident to start with, even considering how much he hated being surrounded by forest. At least it was full of living things, surely he'd be able to eat until something or someone else finally killed him? Food was so important, how could it just betray him like this?
Then again, it was probably just because he was still crap at figuring out which alien trees gave edible fruit. This one he was resting in clearly didn't, and neither had the last two. Hunger was beginning to gnaw in his belly, which hadn't held anything he'd put in it besides water since stepping off his platform.
Volanz felt a horrible wrenching in his digestive coil, leaned against the trunk of the tree, and dry heaved. It broke off into futile coughing and he groaned, his throat burned and his muscles were sore as he tried to expel something that wasn't even there anymore. How long was this going to go on for? When he finally did find viable food would he even be able to keep it down? Even worse, he was getting thirsty and he'd have to brave the forest floor again for water soon.
...Not that he had reason to fear that. But it felt unnatural down there, and all the experience Volanz had told him that large predators preferred the ground. After the incident with the slumberbeast that had led to his first death, he intended to take no chances.
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You were taking a chance right now, Volanz. Just being here, his life was in danger, and not just from the berries. Suddenly, there was a darkened face staring at him, mere inches away. Just staring.
"Hmm."
So he'd tried the food. The theory in Don's mind when he approached the Cornucopia was confirmed, at least. the food in this place was not suitable for eating. But now, there was something to do.
He began to inch closer to the retching troll.
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When he saw the troll he rushed over him, though not all the way over, in case he attacked. "Are you alright?"
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She knew it wouldn't be long before tributes started resorting to the forest for food...and that some of them would be stupid enough to actually eat it. She didn't honeestly expect to run into one of them, though--which is exactly what she does when she stumbles across an unfamiliar troll. He's young, so she's not immediately on her guard, but she does stop at least one tree away as she inspects him.
"You ate the scenery, didn't you?" she asks, trying to sound casual. She's got the posture for it, but her limbs are still tense and ready to move if he decides to attack.
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