Day One: Morning

[Minoshia]

Wandering aimlessly through the woods, the Konat had found himself a bit of sport to occupy his time while he awaited his first battle. He had crossed a hare, or some other sort of small rodent with especially noticeable ears. Hiding immediately, he had taken enjoyment out of silently stalking his prey. It had been over six hours he had been on this island, and all he accomplished could be seen in the small body of an off-white rabbit. While the early results were disappointing to the prince, alas he found himself hungry, and craving meat. The small animal, which Minoshia had comically nicknamed ?Syphilis?, had come to a momentary halt next to the bush that was currently occupied by the hunter himself. He was invisible to the naked eye, and he was becoming increasingly suspicious that this animal was either blind, or mentally disabled. Either way, it was all the better for him. Leaping out of the bush, he managed to wrap one hand completely around the ears of the hare as it tried to dart off into the wilderness. Jerking it back towards him, Minoshia snapped its adorable little neck, using his teeth to gash open it?s side and drink the blood of his pet store victim.

The meat had been slightly raw, so after some slow cooking and good eating, the prince found himself incredibly lethargic. But the remains of the slain rabbit excited him in a way that forced him off the ground, and sent him darting aimlessly into the wilderness, searching for some larger game. Like a warrior perhaps, or maybe just a deer. At this point in time the dark child himself probably had no idea what he searched for. He realized two things, if it breathed it was living, if it was living it could be killed. He just wanted to be the one to kill it, before anything else could.

As he wandered aimlessly, he began to notice an odd silver streak sliding down the vision in his left eye. It seemed all too familiar from adventures past, but he couldn?t put his finger on which group it was he had been slaughtering at the time.

As the streak proceeded to slide down his vision, he noticed something else entirely was bothering him. It was a stench, something reeked horribly, and he was spinning in circles looking for the source, but could find nothing. It was coming in pulses; they intensified slowly over time, angering the Konat exponentially. Slowly developing, a noise began to pulse in his head coinciding with the pulsing of the smell. Nothing rational could solve the problem, so he quickly resorted to other methods. The child of prophecy grabbed his skull and began shaking his cranium wildly, digging his fingernails into his skull, letting his head bleed out the misery.

Why won?t it stop! What the fuck is this! Minoshia sprinted towards the nearest tree, grabbing onto the trunk and slamming his skull against the hard bark. Nothing he did made the slightest difference, so he naturally deducted that it wasn?t him at all that was the origin of the problem. ?We? We must find it? We Must destroy it?The Konat?s eyes were wide with a fiery hatred as the words buzzed in his head, his demons speaking to him, urging him to take action. This time he set out with a purpose, blood dripping from the sides of his skull and dripping off his chin, a purpose to destroy, to kill, to inflict sheer misery.