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    @Exotic Almond
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    Murr finished his makeshift raft as the sun set. It wasn't much, but it would float, and he didn't plan on taking it too far away from shore. Just far enough to be out of the jungle for the night, away from nightmaws. He considered the note that the new Aviar came with. Does that mean mental shielding? He hoped so. With tired effort, he pushed the raft out onto the water, then climbed on and pushed himself away with the most paddle-like stick he could find. It wouldn't steer well, but it could also push him in the shallower parts of the water.
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    He stooped down and used his hands to drink the water. Once he was satisfied, he got some vines from the jungle and went to try and work with the driftwood to get himself to another island, wishing he had any sort of weapon or tool. For now, a broken rock let him cut vines and chip at stray shoots coming off of branches. Murr felt better having cleaned off and drunk water, but thoughts of what he had done continued to haunt him, and blood still stained his clothes. He distracted himself by working and watching his Aviar fly, and for just a moment he could trick himself into thinking that things were okay.
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    After a while waiting without hearing the nightmaws get closer, Murr got out of the water and began moving toward the jungle again. Vomiting had left him dehydrated, and he needed to find fresh water soon before anything else. Well, I have two Aviars looking around for me. With any luck...
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    Primarily worried about the nightmaws, Murr waded into the water, submerging himself for just a moment before moving along the beach with the water at his waist, hoping to leave his scent trail behind.
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    Murr broke out of the jungle, looking to other side for people before making his way to the water. He took another look around the water's edge, hoping for something that he could use to float out in the water.
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    @Dragonheir Murr kept moving, trying not to think and just to move. He almost certainly would have died without the two birds that were now circling around him, letting him see and avoid nearby dangers. I shouldn't be too far from the shore...
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    The screeches made Murr's heart drop. Immediately he began moving through the jungle, less careful of making noise and more focused on speed, determined to get out of the jungle and to the water. Hopefully the body distracts them.
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    Murr watched as the eyes that met his became empty and dead, the stone crushing the boy's skull with a sickening crunch. Blood darkened the jungle's floor and splattered Murr's bright orange clothing with a frightening contrast. He finally let himself go, tears streaming from his eyes and nausea overtaking him. He emptied the contents of his stomach a short distance away before collapsing, shaking. His Aviar returned to his shoulder, nipping at his ear. "Sorry, El," he whispered. "I haven't got treats this time." In spite of himself he looked up and around, trying to avoid looking right at the broken form on the ground. To his confusion, he saw two Aviar watching him. One must be his... But the other? He saw the letter in its talons, and warily approached it. He read, and pursed his lips. "Okay... I really could have used a weapon." He shuddered violently, remembering the rock in his hand, the impact, the crack of bone. Stop it. He looked back up at the two birds. El was mostly light blue with patches of yellow on the stomach and wings. The new one was almost pure white, with wingtips and tail feathers fading into gray. "So, you'll help me be hidden? That's something." @UndiagnosedCrazyBoy
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    Murr felt an impulse tugging at him, telling him to help Rueben, to try and save him. But I can't even support myself yet. And I need to live. "...Maybe." With a shaky hand, Murr raised the rock up again, then brought it down on the boy's skull as hard as he could. @UndiagnosedCrazyBoy
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    Murr looked down at the boy. The emptiness and desperation of the fight receded, and he felt nausea tighten his chest. I should have... I could have just run away. Why... Any coherent thought was drowned out by an onslaught of horror and shock. Anger, too, though he could hardly be sure at what. His voice found a calm that was not present in his mind or body as he continued to hold the boy down. "I'm sorry. I'm not going to leave you here to die of thirst, or get found by someone else. Is... there anything you want to say?"
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    1042. Promise people that "you will be baked, and then there will be cake." 1043. Put people in life threatening situations in the name of "science."
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    Murr struck his injured shoulder again, pushing him down with the intent to pin him against the ground.
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    1038. Make retching noises constantly
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    Sandy watched passively, never setting the staff down.
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    In an attempt to bring him down, Murr struck at his knees.
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    Murr's mind emptied, leaving a desperate silence as he attacked relentlessly, trying to get a strike on the boy's head while he was overwhelmed, struggling to knock him off balance.
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    He sighed. "You can call me Sandy."
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    Murr backed up, mitigating the force of the hit. He still grunted in pain, but he didn't stop, lunging forward and grabbing Reuben before swinging for the head again.
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    "Did I say I wanted to be your friend?"
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    Murr panicked. He's still conscious? As the boy was recovering, he swung the rock again, no longer collected enough to regulate the force of the strike.
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    While he was distracted, Murr dropped his cord and grabbed a rock. Quickly but silently, he crept up behind Reuben, then leaped up and hit him in the head with the rock, hoping it wasn't enough force to kill him.
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    Murr sighed. Is he just oblivious? Maybe... He took his hand from his Aviar's talons and pointed at Reuben. She obligingly flew around him, too wary to get close but making herself noticeable. Please look at her, not me...
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