Reken regretted opening his eyes--[i]both[/i] sets of eyes. At one page of his mind, he saw a little girl dressed strangely, on the other, he saw, [i]and[/i] felt the texture of the trees, the softness of the ground, a gigantic bird flying in the skies, and the freshness of the river all at once entered him without order or mind, driving his insides madder than he thought possible.

He ignored the girl for now, and tried to shut his eyes, his [i]other[/i] eyes, which sadly only resulted in him foolishly blinking like a madman. After a few moments, he tried to recall the feelings of his nerves, without all the agony of course, and [i]willed[/i] it, desiring it to move, [i]without[/i] moving. Difficult, but not unreasonably so. The range in which his, call it Mental Eyes, observed things dwindled from the outside, their scope finally being reducing until it only saw stitched body on the ground. Then nothing but darkness.

Dizzy, Reken felt back in his body. The soreness was livid, reminding him of the time did a marathon. Attempting to move was returned with a hundred different muscles complaining, stretching and tugging. He wasn't going anywhere for a bit. That left his eyes and a tired mind to use. Darting around, he observed the foreign girl that spoke rubbish a few moments ago, a unfamiliar setting, and most strange of all, the body that remained to breath--his body. Reken should not be alive. He felt the life seeping out of him, out of the many cuts in the outside and the ones inside as well. Yet he could breath, and nothing seemed to be broken. Odd. 

He sighed, suddenly being aware of the vicious hunger in his stomach. It's roar was enough to sway the trees, he thought. Saved him the effort of sounding like a fool however, Reken observed from the girl's flushed face. The guy however, had no money much less clothing even, but since the girl had bothered to stick with his useless body for...a time? He wasn't sure how long she was there, but he reckoned she wouldn't leave him to starve after that ordeal. Reken laboriously lifted his hands a couple inches from the ground, motioning his index finger in the direction of a spot populated with thick bushes and trees. He hoped she understood the meaning behind it, as his hands dropped dead after a moments breath.

A viscous hunger threatened to rip Reken's inside. He felt it's desires, the will to devour [i]anything[i][/i][/i]. It craved something to sink its fangs into, and even though the girl wasn't Reken's type, she seemed strangely appetizing to him.