C'MON. {▲VON DAY 3}

No nonsense voice
Talking
Doing
Deep thought
Hearing
Singing

Where was it? The leg? The leg? It had been swallowed by a snake that changed colour in the daylight, matching the swirling hexagons of sand that swept through her head in every second.That leg had been her last form of companionship other than the snake that slithered after her. She was it's prey, and he was her's in an endless dance of will and walking. When she finally fell defeated, he would eat her, she knew. And if she was unable to find food quickly, she would eat him. Any relationship that Avon Lightwood would ever have would be dosed by need, and who was more powerful. If there was nothing left to remain pure, than who would keep her still.

She was so lost, and so thirsty. She wanted to drink the water in her jug, but she couldn't, she didn't remember why. But she wasn't allowed to, it wasn't safe. She thought she could hear Keela whispering in her ear, in that soft way she did about how it wasn't safe, she would have to be careful when getting the jackers. And Avon had nodded and said she would be very careful. She hadn't been, she had been spotted, even in her dark garb, and been attack. So she had attacked back, ruthlessly, as if it were her job to maim and kill. It had all been leading her up to this of course. Maybe she was destined to die here, maybe she wasn't. But all she really knew was that for one of the very first times in her life, she was afraid.

What it was, she wasn't certain of. But her muscles were tensed with fear, and she wondered if maybe her fear was of death, if she could smell his cool hand's on her shoulders and he was oming for her with a deathly grin. She didn't think that she was quite ready to go yet. She wanted one more evening in the library with Riley, one more day spent hiding in the music room, listening to Keel's music. She wanted to see her rose garden, so terribly bad that i felt like she was losing air every time she thought of them. And maybe she was like the arena, and all her air was moving off into another section until she would have nothing left. Where did they keep it all? There's no way that they had endless supply of red sand, but they acted as if they did.

But still, she was at a tower, and with no sense of suspicion in her water wanting body, she slipped into a jungle. Right away, her senses were on alert, but her eyes latched excitedly onto some plants that she knew were edible, they also grew in her garden, and she carefully collected them all, filling the side pockets on her bag. Cain slithered off into the darkness somewhere, probably to find some lunch, and she kept herself from eating the seeds. She knew she needed to eat, but at the same time, the longer she waited, the more she would have to eat later. So with a sigh, she slipped them back into her bag. But she still needed a drink, if she didn't have one soon, she was sure to simply die. She could try drinking the marsh water. She could. She would.

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It was so goddamned delicious. She forgot the idea of saving it for later, and gulped it down, almost making herself sick as water slipped through her. She felt as if she had been a desert herself and after a long drought it was raining again. She laughed, she was so happy. So happy, and giddy, and suddenly great. Life was wonderful and good, she could go about living now because there was nothing to stop her. Even her toes had stopped hurting and were just a dull throb of pain. She would let herself forget about all her little pains and the fact that she had a harpoon for a hand. It didn't matter because she was alive. She wanted to stab things again. Quickly, she stuffed a handful of seeds into her mouth, chewing them down with a swallow of more water. She was careful to fill her bag with more of the seed things as well. It was worth it because already she was feeling like a gold star.

But still, she heard a sound in the bushes, and no longer felt safe. There could be more than a digimole after all. She lifted up her bag, and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth for Cain, who obediently came slithering out of the darkness.

{ooc: Avon drank a water jug, and was safe. She also ate some edible plants, and collected some edible plants for later. She then fled back to the sands.}

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