Day Two: Early Morning

[Minoshia]

The brothers sloth were awakened by a announcement by the ever annoying Karl Jak, announcing his thoughts on the last six hours and the new danger zones they were adding to the game. Minoshia and Tapion decided it would be a good time to move, after they had heard the announcements.

The pair dug up their belongings and threw it all into their respective satchels, tretching back through the slippery sand and making their way into the woods, following the overgrown path wherever it led. This morning was less crisp then the last, the air felt rather stale on the tounges of the warriors, lethargically moving as if in a trance, still waking up. The younger reached down and grabbed the small pouch he had been keeping his water in, tilting it to his lips and swigging down a few gulps. The water was fresh from the body they had just refilled from, feeling like a burst of energy rolling down the esophogas, the slothness was vanqished from their eyes.

"Tapion." The older brother looked down at his sibling, answering his call with a simple nod. "Breakfast?" Minoshia offered him a peice of his bread he had begun to tear into rations.

"Nah, I got my own." Tapion pulled out a small, pre-torn secton of grain from his bag and began to munch on it. He gave his brother a questioning look, as Minoshia dug through his bag again, grumbling about not being able to find some 'blasted fuckin thing'.

The prince of darkness turned to his older brother and unleashed a smile that could kill a man, and as if an answer to this happiness, he pulled out a chunk of the meat they had taken off their fishes last night. The small chunk was added to the bread, in a sandwich manner, and shoved into the mouth of the Konat. His small cheeks exploded as the tyke filled his mouth, rubbing his stomach as he swallowed the delicious mess. They both chuckled as they continued to walk, again satisfying their hunger as they moved to safer grounds.