Day One: Evening

[Mowgli]

Shadows of darkness gently covered the current campsite that Olibu had chosen, blanketing it?like a mother would do her child. Junior sat quietly, taking small bites of his bread in the attempts to ration it. Unfortunately, as each morsel of wheat entered his mouth his hunger increased. His stomach yearned for more and he could not comply. He hated it.

Out of both benevolence and gratitude he remained in company with the man that had attempted to help him on two occasions. As time passed though, he couldn?t help but feeling?.bored. His original expectations had sadly been too high. In his mind he imagined nothing but blood covered battlefields, filled with lifeless bodies and savage warriors doing battle. Although at first he was hesitant, something from deep within welcomed it and begged for it.

Due to the fact that those expectations hadn?t even come close to being reached yet; his mind had only one thing to focus on: food. Commonly described as any nourishing substance that is eaten, drunk, or otherwise taken into the body to sustain life, provide energy, promote growth, etc. For Junior though, this did something that he found more important, above all the things listed. Food, eating it, kept him?sane.

Time continued to drag and by now, that one bread had been devoured. Not a crumb of its existence remained out side the hybrid?s body. Olibu remained seated, his back leaning against a nearby tree. As always he seemed lifeless. Still victim to the effects of an alcoholic?s worst enemy; a hangover.

One bread.. Thought the saiya-jin; acknowledging the fact that his amount of food had decreased. Then averting his attention to Olibu?s bag he softly muttered. ?Two..?

Repeating this cycle a few times he allowed a smirk to form on his face as he began to contemplate something?evilly delicious.