I'd watched as everyone else flew off and sighed heavily. I'd messed up again. I was never going too get the hang of this place. What good were my memories of my other life if they didn't help me survive here?
Feeling hungry, I flew and used my whip to snag a small blackbird for dinner--I didn't even need to use my powers.
Landing, I built a fire and cooked the bird. I started eating too fast, and swore as I burned my mouth.
Suddenly, there was a rustling at the edge of the clearing, and I snapped my head up, reaching for the whip coiled at my hip.
OOC: Sorry I haven't posted i a while, and I know it's a lame post, but I'd appreciate someone coming in here.
