Day Three: Early Morning

[Tapion]

With the rising of the sun overhead, a light orange shade was in the midst of overtaking the sky. Although morning was on its way, the jungle was still dark, and the sound of crickets continued to provide the otherwise eerily silent terrain with its only background sound.

This sunrise was not like all the others Tapion had witnessed on Dante though, oh no this one was much different. Lying now for the first time stained with his own blood, and with his previous confident air now solidly replaced with fear and doubts, nothing was the same as before. Although he couldn?t actually feel his lower body, he knew by the growing pools of crimson liquid on the earth beneath him that he was probably not in the best shape he had ever been in.

Never before being a quitter, ironically part of the non-transformer now contemplated to just shut his eyes and die off slowly in his sleep, surely if he stayed put it wouldn?t take long for all the blood to drain out from his body. But no, that thought quickly passed and with it so too flow back some bits of determination. Tapion was a warrior, a fighter with pride which would never allow him to merely die off all alone in a damned place such as this. Especially not when he had revenge to dish out.

Allowing the darkness of his eyelids to overtake his vision, Tapion attempted to recall the events which had lead to him being in this particularly unfavorable situation. He remembered being with Retane, he remembered seeing a bunch of people swarming in from all directions, and then nothing. Fuck? the non-transformer growled lightly in agitation. He couldn?t remember?.

With a quick spasm of his arched back, Tapion placed the palm of his right hand against the graveled earth beneath him. Pressing down with all the strength he could muster, the elfish fighter pushed his body off the ground and onto his spaghetti legs. For a moment his vision blurred, the world around him spun dizzyingly. Up was down, down was left, and left was nowhere.

With the poise and grace comparable only to that of a drunken toddler, Tapion quickly reached out with his arms fully extended towards the closest tree trunk to catch his balance. Thankfully as he wrapped his limbs tightly around the thick cylinder of timber, his vision was already beginning to settle back into normalcy?unfortunately a little too late though as he was begining to feel the inners of his stomach churning and the vile at the back of his throat quickly gushing out towards his mouth.