He was so hungry. It had been days since he had eaten, his stomach rumbling so much it shook as it growled. He wasn't one to hunt. He felt too guilty to do the hunting, and he was no good at cooking or gathering food (there was one incident when he tried, and was sick for days before an old lady found him and helped him.) He remembered that fondly. She had given him meat to eat. It was chicken! And fresh bread. Ugh.
What he wouldn't give for fresh bread now! Or noodles. Oodles of noodles to just slurp clean up! His stomach growled again, painfully so as he held it and leaned against the side of a tree. He had been traveling for too long, not really drinking much and there was no food to be had. The caravan he tried to seek out food had none, and the loan traveler he tried to ask thought he was being robbed and pulled a knife on him (Leaving Feni'tat to run off into the woods for a few hours before the man finally stopped the chase.) That was one of hte few times he was glad for the strange powers inside him. It never seemed he got as winded as the other people. But it was just as well.
It wasn't until he finally made it to the city that things began to look up. But that's when it all went down hill.
He must've looked a mess, with hair so filthy with dirt, the black color turned a pale brown simply from the dust on the road. And his skin faired no better, nor did his clothes. So when he began to drool infront of the bakers, they chased him out with a broom. So did the butcher, and the lady at the Inn. They all called him a filthy beggar, to get out and to stay out! And all Feni'tat could do was sit there and pout with his stomach rumbling after each affair. It seemed none of them were interested in being clung to and hearing his sob story. So with a brush to his eyes, he gave a sniff and moved onward. But the hunger was really getting to him he began to get dizzy, and perhaps even became a little delusional, for he could smell fresh fish steaming in the market, but when he tried to approach, his nose and eyes lead him to a near by bucket of fish.
He was salivating, his entire body tingling over the sensation. So as he reached down to take a fish, the man running the shop took notice and freaked out. Feni must not have known what he was doing, for he had the bucket in hand, a fish in his mouth, and soon the guards were upon him. He nearly choked on the fish, clinging to the bucket with one hand as he cried out, "I'll pay for the fish later! I'm so sorry but I'm so hungry!"
He was racing down the way, gobbling fish as he went, but eventually the guards had him cornered at the bridge the arched over the river in the middle of the city. And before Feni'tat knew what he was doing, he dove right in, leaving the bucket of fish behind with a yelp of 'I'm sorrrrrrrryyyy!" before plunging down into the waters belw.
Feni'tat seemed to disappear after that. He figured staying and being soggy in the water was much safer than the pointy spears of the guards. But he really was going to pay for it! He just.. needed to find a way how.
As time passed, he began to feel ill. The raw fish he gobbled up just were not agreeing with him., so when he figured the cost was clear, he found a quiet part of the city and curled up against a building, shivering as he was still wet, water dripping down from his curly hair (which was at least a bit cleaner now from his romp in the river, though the river itself wasn't the cleanest to be had..)
So he smelled a bit like that, a bit like dirt, and a bit like he ought to get a bath. Perhaps he'd seek one later. He was too tired now, and despite being strung out from the day, he found himself easily slipping off to sleep, curled up and snoring softly in the middle of some random street, the hustle and bustle of the day easily becoming his lullaby. And as he dreamed, he drooled a little, thinking about that delicious bucket of fish.
