Timestamp: 21th of Fall 513 A.V.
Mamoru awoke, finding himself curiously tangled in the vines and foliage in the undergrowth near a couple of trees that seemed to share roots. He wasn't back in Zinrah, but far away. After the surprise Dhani attack while he was still morphed into a Myrian had got him caught in the mix and on the wrong side. The trickster had gotten beaten pretty fast and he was out of the fight, left to coast down the flowing rivers until he came to a stop.
He barely recalled fighting his way back to shore and crawling a doze or so feet to hide himself in the mess of foliage that he found himself in now. He would also be surprised to learn that he had slept the night and half the day after. Slowly, he crawled out of the bushes, the katana on his back fighting to stay in place with the many vines tugging at it. He stood up and stretched, and act that caused him minimum pain from the bruises that he had gotten during the assault.
Looking down he could see the discoloring in his body right where the pinch and soreness were located. He had to wonder if it all had been worth a fish, a single fish. It didn't matter that it was supposed to be so delicious and hard to catch. If not for his luck and quick survival instinct, Mamoru could have been killed. However he didn't, as he stood there now, he started to feel better and would feel even more like himself once he got to moving.
All thisss for one fisssh. Thisss had better be good.
Those thoughts seemed to echo inside his mind as he reached into his loincloth and retrieved the fish. Luckily nothing had gotten to it while he was asleep, but he was still faced with a day old fish. Of course at this point he didn't realize it. Hmm...it sseemsss to ssmell louder now, isss it going bad sso soon? Mamoru decided then to go on and eat it. It was better to do so than let it rot out. But first he needed a drink, having been sleeping for so long after been hurt, left him very thirsty.
Mamoru started to walk back down the path he half-remembered that he took to get there. The basin was nearby, a body of water that large went on for a stretch and it was where he had crawled out from before he passed out a second time. He walked on and one, keeping his ears and eyes open for any and all signs of life. As far as he knew, the Myrian group, or Dhani could still be around and he wasn't in the shape to fight off either. Plus with the Myrians basically being demigods themselves, there was no way a single, Dhani could take them on.
It took him some time, but eventually the trickster found the basin, somewhere close to where he had climbed out before. Kneeling by the shore, he reached cupped hands inside and scooped the water into his hands and drank. It was a satisfying feeling, a cool drink to save his dried tongue from curling into his throat and choking him to death. He reached into the waters a second and third time, drinking the water to cool himself off and to refresh before he made ready to eat.
"Now then, time to eat."