The Following Night.
It took Sirus nearly 2 hours to drag the huge once-powerful figure to the river. Leaving a trail of crimson blood along the way, it attracts several cricketers and unwanted attention.
Sirus still soaked in blood from head to toe, he drops the body and walks over to the river as his body is traumatized from the gore and blood as well as intestines dangling all over the trees and branches. With unsteady movements, he loses his balance a few times but manages to continue standing strong until he reached the river. He places his palms on the dirt as he kneels down, moving his head forward to see the image of his self reflected back from the moonlight shining brightly above. The river soundly moves with the flow of the wind.
Sirus widened his eyes in fear as his once beautiful elegant silky white hair now dyed dark red, as well as an intestine hanging off from the top of his head, where it seems to be stuck on his still growing horns. He screams in horror as he hurriedly splashes water on his body, as well as trying to pull off the intestine, the rivers once soft blue waters slowly turning red from the blood, now flowing down the water. He manages to pull off the intestine and throws it to his left with a swift swing of his bloodied arm. He starts crying for a while over the river, black tears drip along with the bloodied river.
"I… I need to calm…. FUCK!..... I need to…. Huff…. Huff… Calm down." He closes his eyes and breaths in and out slowly several times before opening his eyes. He turns his head to his right where he sees small creatures chewing and scurrying off with his meal. He gets up slowly and does a quick stretch. "Good, I calmed down somehow." He mutters to himself, he starts to pick up and find dry pieces of sticks, twigs, and branches.
"I think… I remember how to make a fire, just need to put dry grass in the centre then place the sticks on top like a tepee and place rocks around to support the sticks." Sirus does the action slowly to get it right the first time. He finishes and looks around for two rocks that should make a spark. he grabs a small rock near him and looks around the river and picks up a rock from there. Then he grabs another batch of dry grass and starts to smash the ends of the rocks against it each other near the dry grass until he manages to set a spark. He somehow manages to set a spark and lit the grass on fire and carefully places it in the centre of the tepee stick.
He smiles softly in satisfaction. "Finally, fire." He stands up and walks over the body and starts cutting the meat without trying to bother with the skin and hide. He was too dizzy and hungry to do any of those actions for now. So he cuts the meat enough for 3 people to feast on and places it on the rocks and waits patiently for it to cook. While he waits it to cook, he left a hand-sized piece of meat on the side, he wanted to test something.
An hour passes by and the meat wasn't cooked well but it was good enough for him, he eats with his eyes closed in satisfaction, as the juices of the meat drools on his mouth. He eats the last piece of semi-cooked meat and this time he opens his eyes, although his body was dying to sleep he had to test this theory of his. He grabs the uncooked meat, and takes a small bite at first.
As he expected.
"The somewhat cooked meat tastes better for sure, but why does the uncooked meat taste as if it's cooked? I can tell the difference but." Sirus was too full and sleeply to talk for a moment longer and before he falls asleep he puts a few more sticks on the fire to sustain the warmth longer. He curls up in a ball and finally after a long day he falls asleep.
The Following Morning.
[Chirp]
[Raslle]
[Chirp Chirp]
The beautiful sounds of the birds and the wildlife slowly wakes up Sirus.
"Arhhhhh…" He wakes up as he sits up in a seating position and lifts his arms wide away and yawns as he hunches his back and then down. He clicks his mouth and blinks several times before he looks around to see he is still in one piece, the fire long gone and cold. The river back to the elegant light blue. The sun shining brightly, Sirus looks down and then his arms and realises his still sticky and dry from the blood as he didn't wash himself properly last night. He stands up, still shaky but he soon calms his nerves down. He takes off his shirt and pants and washes his clothes first and after a few minutes pass he hangs them on a branch to dry, then he slowly dips in the river. The cold sensation runs up and down his spine but he ignores the cold water and rubs his body to clear the blood. As well as the skin and flesh stuck between his claws.
"If something similar happens like what happened last night then, I need to not freak out anymore. I was lucky to survive last night, this will most likely be how my life will be from now on." Half an hour pass by and Sirus successfully cleaned his body and as well as the flesh stuck between his claws. He proceeds to clean out his hair, slowly as time goes by his white silky hair turns back.
"It's back to white again but… It doesn't look as good as it did before, I need to find a brush, don't think I can make one, I haven't fallen that low just yet."
He exits out of the river and shakes his head rapidly to dry off his hair faster. He touched his hair and is satisfied with the results. He walks over to the tree where he hanged his clothes and touched it and notices it's not fully dry just yet.
"What should I do now?" He thought for a while but couldn't think of anything so he jumped onto a branch and sat on it until his clothes were dry. He still wore his undergarment so his private parts weren't showing. As time passes by he looks at his arm and his biceps with a confused wonders look.
"I'm I going crazy or has my body gotten? Buffer? I swear they are bigger than they were before? Does it got to do with the creature I ate last night?" He leans forwards and sees the carcass of the animal. Only the bones could be seen. "Seems whatever came last night picked the bones clean off." He stared at the dense bones leftovers and thought of something.
"I could try to make a weapon out of the bones? But I'm used to using my fist and feet for combat. I wouldn't feel comfortable If I used something like a bat or sword, though I suppose I could get something like a sword just in case. I can use the bone from the legs to make some sort of spear, and the small ribs bones as a knife so I don't have to use my claws anymore. Huff, alright, why not." He grabbed the branch with both of his hands and fell backwards and softly landed on the floor. He walked towards the carcass and grabbed a long bone from where the leg would have been and snapped a bone from the ribs. He looked around for a sharp-looking rock, and after a couple of minutes, he manages to find a decent looking rock that should do the trick. He places the items near the tree and touches his clothes again and smiles, he puts his clothes on and picks up the items and continues to walk towards the village while slowly chipping away his bone sword and bone knife.