The Forest Wanderer (Dunosaur, Darthcryo)

[dunosaur]

It has been four days since Dun has eaten anything but dubious fruits and semi-juicy bugs. The sun shone mercilessly onto the beer-bellied amnesiac despite the shade. Who would knew that Winchester Island would be so humid? Trudging through the excessively muddy forest, Dun started to recall on the day he left his fishermen pals from a year ago. "Ah I miss those guys.. This adventure is only going to be the death of me." he thought to himself. The idea of food, and drinks, a nice bath, and even just a nice roof over his head bogged down of Dun. How long has it been since he has lived like a proper human being? Using his worn-out metal bat to wave away the leaves in front of him, Dun yearned to find civilisation. Being trapped in this forest is a fate worse than hell.

Although Dun was fairly lucky in the aspect that he did not encounter any wild beasts and poisonous plants, he was slowly losing his mind. Seeing trees after trees after trees, he cursed to himself that if he was a navigator before he lost his memories, it would be a good time for him to regain them now.

Night fell, the weary man managed to find shelter under the biggest tree he could find after a hearty meal of tree bugs. Gathering a pile of leaves and hiding himself under it to keep himself warm and undetected, he closed his eyes and prepared to sleep, hoping that he would at least have some sweet dreams and perhaps even an ephiphany of what he used to be before he heard voices in the distance. "Humans!" Dun decided to poke a hole through his leaf-fort to spot for signs of light or fire. If there were voices here, it means that there is more than one person around. Whether they were malignant or benevolent was yet to be decided.

[Cryo Through the Looking Glass]

The young, ginger marine lifted his head with a grin, throwing another stick into the open blaze of fire. He leant against his girlfriend, Viva, huddling together for more warmth. They'd snuck out of the outpost, a dangerous decision, the pair knew as bloodthirsty gangs of pirates were only a forest and a bit away, but it was a special occasion. Today was his, Amarok's birthday, and although this coming event would be the second without his good friend *insert duns name here*, he didn't want to think of Viva as a replacement, just another one of his pool of friends. (To be honest, the 'pool' was more like a puddle to Amarok, being a recluse.) A soft, warmer than the fire voice spoke. 'Hey, Am. Did you bring anything to eat?' A expression of surprise presented itself upon the man's face, his smile twisted into disbelief. 'Uh... no.' A playful slap from Viva stood him up. 'I'll go back to base to grab some s'mores.' He gave a cheerful grin and a thumbs up, before backing up into the foliage. The female marine groaned, blinking before pointing the opposite direction. 'Am? Base is that way...'

Amarok pushed a couple of ferns to the side. He'd left the campfire he and Viva were at, attempting to get to base. Unfortunately, his sense of direction was less than impressive, and after stumbling over a stray root and face first into a thorny bush, he'd successfully convinced himself that this was definitely not the right way. But a glint, a sparkle of a wandering eye peeping out of a teepee like bush structure shocked him enough to run the other way screaming. 'Pirates! Pirates planning an ambush!' The sprint left him huffing as he found himself in a moonlit clearing, his breath exuding from his mouth in heavy streams. The space gave him pause for a moment, until he noticed the circling flock of crows. The nest a few metres away in a nearby tree told Amarok he'd disturbed their space, and it was another futile sprint to try and escape the birds. The undergrowth grew more and more spiky, as Am's train of thought ran away with itself, leading crazy possibilities into his mind. He couldn't see the fire, and yet rustling grew all around him.

Shadows seemed to dance round the marines, the faint moonlight giving them only the barest of shapes against the now maliscious aura of the trees. Yes, he was paranoid, and a scaredy cat, and that was probably why he was still only a seaman apprentice even after two years. He just didn't go anywhere that posed a risk to his life, and although Viva put him on a high of adrenaline, once he had been lost within the forest, it had dropped till he was a quivering wreck. He curled up into a ball, his eyes firmly shut.'Nothing there, nothing there,,.' he sang, his voice a couple of tones higher than it should be.

[dunosaur]

'Pirates! Pirates planning an ambush!'


The sound of birds crowing, twigs breaking and rustling of trees followed. Despite being weary from a fruitless day of being stranded in the forest, Dun immediately perked himself up and reached for his trusty iron bat, still laying within the piles of leaves to further observe the situation. The scream sounded oddly familiar. Dun was unable to put a finger on it, but it was the first time in two years he felt something tugging at the abyss of his empty memories. Could this be a clue?

Dun noticed a male figure run past his hiding spot in the dark, panting uneasily. "Is this man in trouble? Pirates?" Dun thought to himself as the sound of the man running got more and more faint. He wanted to help this poor man out, but he could barely fend for himself already. If there truly were pirates, tonight might be his last night in this wretched forest. At least this stranger didn't notice him, although he didn't seem bad as well.

Squinting his eyes in an attempt to pierce through the darkness, Dun attempted to take a look at the opposite direction of where Amarok was running from , a shadowy figure stood motionless. Slowly trudging it's way towards Dun's direction. Upon further notice, Dun realized that there was not one, but three figures, the one in the middle being abnormally tall and rotund.

"Ay, someone spotted us. Told you it was a bad idea to conglomorate in the forest."
"Aw come on Poppug, you think you're able to snipe him from this distance?"
"Can't say, its too dark. I can hear him really clearly though. He's still not that far away."

One of the shadowy figure pulled out a rifle of sorts from behind him, the night was still, and the forest is silent now apart from the faint howlings of the gentle breeze. As the figures moved closer and closer towards the direction where Amarok was running towards, the rifle weilding thug opened fire, the bullet whizzing through the trees in the night, flying straight above Amorak's head.

"Aw flummery."
"Geez pal stop using big words. Are you sure they are even correct?"

Dun could feel his entire body tense up, there were no screams, which probably meant that the bullet did not hit it's target. He could not help but feel disgusted at his cowardice and indecisiveness which almost got an innocent man killed. These three are no doubt pirates. The beer-bellied amnesiac held his breath as the three men got closer and closer. Any sound he makes now would definately get him killed, it was either time for him to ambush them and make a run for it, or stay quiet until they finally leave.