Wasteland

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   Serpants

Hunger

That's all she felt now. The blood lust, the constant craving. Her sense of smell had adapted to her new diet. She could smell a gelfling's age, gender, and clan. She did have preferences though, the younger and healthier, the better. However recently she felt like she was going completely insane. There was a constant smell, it smelled as if it where better than the rest. She sometimes bit her lip trying to stop herself.
        
The smell was somehow...alluring? Familiar in a way. She felt constantly hungry because of it. She had discovered the presence of the gelfling a couple days ago. No matter what she did to follow the delicious smell, her body never allowed her to pursue.
    
She bit her bottom lip, knowing she would crack, knowing, that sooner or later she would chase it, and knowing she could do nothing. Nothing but watch herself kill another.
    
Her eyes where squinted trying to hold back her tears. Without thinking her body lunged forward. It savagely scrambled through bushes, trees, shrubs, and branches. She heard as the gelfling ran, ran for his life.
    
Rian of stone-in-the-wood. He along with Gurjin, Kylan, Brea, Deet, and Naia, started a rebellion. He considered them all his friends. He noticed the fear in Deet's eyes after winning against the Skeksis. He didn't want her to be alone, he wanted to help her, so he followed behind.
    
But when he didn't expect it, he began running. He didn't attack her, as he was afraid he'd hurt her. He ran as fast as he could, knowing it was only a matter of time before he became her lunch.

Brea managed to get on the boat, her hair tangled, her dress dirty and ripped, her eyes puffy, and her trembling hands. Her sister was never very kind and endearing, but she still cared for gelfling even if it want noticeable. She killed one of her own.
If she coldly stabbed him in the head

What could she do to me?

I have to warn the others.

So she can't hurt anyone again
She was terrified of her sister killing off her friends. Brea knew she could kill them, in a heartbeat. Her lips trembling slightly muttering.

What would mother say?

What would Tavera do?