The mid-afternoon was looking as midnight and the air in the village was crisp. Syn shivered and pulled the hood of her cloak tight against her white visage and red nose, eyes squinting into the lighted little town. She saw people there, laughing loudly, and her wing twitched in sad rememberance of the first time she had thought to seek help from strangers. But her stomach had gone concave from consuming only berries from nearby forests and drinking water from the springs. She had to eat something.

With head held high, Syn took brave steps towards the village. And then she faltered. She wouldn't go through that all over again. So...would she do something she had never done before? Could she...steal? Her stomach rumbled with air, but the prospect of thevary still sickened her. But she would do as needed to survive.

Tiptoeing behind a building, she peeked around the edge of it to spy the people and the buildings behind them. There, she thought. 'Food Mart'. She headed around the back of the buildings; sneaking so she came nearer to said store. The adriniline in her veins was potent and her head was swimming with the thought of food so close. She swallowed back some of the watering in her mouth as she sprinted across the opening quickly, heading towards the building, heading towards fulfillment.

"Need any help there friend? You look hungry or do you have it under control?" Snori had not been waiting or looking for anyone he was simply out the back of the streets looking for a quite place to sit and read until he came across this person. She looked hungry he thought I should help her but the inner conflicted continued until kindness prevailed.

Syn's stomach growled when she heard the voice of a man ring out from nowhere. Panic erupted from within her and she jumped, nearly springing to the nearest hiding place before his words registered to her brain. He asked if she needed help...that meant he had yet to see her shame, and her wing twitched at this. If only it would hide itself, she thought, then all this walking on eggshells would cease! She felt a slight tingling in her stomach and brought a hand to touch it, before the feeling traveled upward, making her face blush and skin goosebump. Her head flew around and checked to see if her wing had dissapeared...but it was there. She could feel it, but...it wasnt there. The bump that would normally render her wing from under her cloak was missing. Her head sharply turned back to the stranger, daring him to notice that she was rattled.

Standing herself straighter, she ignored the sharp pains in her stomach. "I...would appreciate your help, sir. I promise not to be a bother. Just something to fill my stomach for now..." she said quietly, all the while, her eyes slowly dropping until she was talking to the ground. She was ashamed in herself that someone would notice her state of hunger, and even more so that she would so desperately open herself for ridecule and violence for mere food.

"There is no need to be embarrassed. Here take it." Snori handed her a small brown package. "It’s a week’s ration. Lets face it you need it more than me." Snori smiled he hated seeing people down on their luck and he hadn’t been having a very good time of it ether. He took a canteen out of his bag and opened it passing it to her. "So what’s the story?"

She looked at the canteen and paper bag with wild eyes. All at once she felt weak, so very, very weak. She wanted to tell all, to say something...but when she opened her mouth, no words escaped. Her shock was larger than she had ever known before and Syn's finger tips were tingling. When she could do nothing else, she stole away the canteen from the man's hand and dug her hand in the bag. Her legs gave out and she fell upright, shoving food into her mouth and gulping it all down with the water.

Salt water gushed from her eyes as she shoved more and more food into her mouth. When stopping to catch her breath, a small whine sounded from her lips and she gasped. Syn looked up at the generous man and said, "My name...my name is Syn Lore. And I am a traitor." Her eyes closed tight as she waited for her truths to cause a change in the man's demenor. As nice as he was, he didn't deserve to be lied to.

"We have all been a traitor to some one or something there is no helping it if it was something small or heretical it makes no difference to me. I am a traitor to my people it was a darker time in my life but I have moved on."

I see scenes like this where ever I went people blaming them selves or being blamed... normally it was the will of some one's cruel will causing the pain. I’m sick of it I do the best when I could but really I'm just playing a game himself. However when you have been so far from humanity and you become the cruel one... after you try to make it right but really am I not just running from my own inner demons? It is true that there is no selfless act... and mine are for redmtion Smiling weakly while he thought he lent back and waited for the woman to finish.