I dont know what truly drove Samus to trust me any more than she had trusted her kind, but it felt reassuring in a way. It was nice to have someone to talk to.
All the while, she tried to teach me proper grammar.
"I ran to the blue stream on the big hill" she said
"I ran to bl-the blue stream on bi-the big hill."
For almost a week we treked through the rolling hills and green forests, that may very well one day be an Industrialist factory or some other place of stench.
The thought disgusted me.
One day while sitting around a small camp fire we built, Samus asked the question that I knew she wanted to ask for days.
"Low, were are we going?"
I smirked and said, "Into The Wild."
The Wild.
To the natives, a vastly uncharted area riddled with danger, only populated by brave pioneer mudokon villages.
To the Industrialists, future land development.
I pointed to the jagged outline of the Asgolar mountains, standing against the midmornig sun.
"Are you sure about this?" she said warily. Its not the friendliest place there is."
"It will be fun, Industrialist smog always make me weezy."
We both looked to the far of smoke trails coming from the splinterz factories on the Sto Plains.
So we hiked. For two days through the Wilgh Valley and then to the top of the Asgolar mountains.
As we reached the tip of the mountains, I saw Samus's eyes widen.
It was The Wild.
It was a sea of colors. Forest covered the land, dotted with valleys, rivers, lakes, plains , canyons, and swamps.
We began a slow, deliberate journey down.
About halfway, I heard somthing.
It was very far off, but it sounde amost like somone pouring pebbles onto some rocks.
It decame more destinct the longer I listened.
"Hey what are you liste...."began Samus, but I quickly shushed her.
The direction of the moise became apparent and I looked along the rocky mountainside toward the south.
Moving across the rocks quite ceasslessly, was a large blanket of shimmering iridecent blue, almost like an enourmous group of fish scales.
Limzergeks.
I grabbed Samus carfully in my jaws and dove into an extremly dark, extremly wet, crevace in the rockwork.
Soon the sound was like an avalanche, but now we could hear little chirping noises also.
The swarm of limzergeks passed before us. There were thousands. No more than 6 inches long, shining little spade headed lizards, with paddle like tails and lots of needle sharp teeth, stormed past us.
When their footfall died away, we clambered out into the open.
Nasty little pack hunters, very stupid though, I said happily, looking at a very peeved Samus.
Navigated the forest in the land below, was not, as easy as one would think.
While it seemed inviting on the outside, the forest was dark, dank, and very uninviting on the inside.
All the while we walked, Samus asked me about the strange noises and creatures within.
"Whats that big thing eating off that tree?" she said
"Gordul" I replied
"And that big bug with the funny legs,"she said.
Thats just a jub jub beetle.
" And that really deep noise" she said looking around even still.
"What loud............, I trailed off
I heard it.
Apparently I was not alone, as I saw the gordul we just past go lumbering off into the thickets.
I knew what it was.
I grabbed her roughly and dragged her under a log.
Almost out of knowhere, a dewger came plodding into view.
How to describe it. IT was about 25 feet at the top of its back and was mottled green and brown colors. Its body was dominated by a large domed back. It has about 8 very large nodescript trunklike legs, two of whitch are situated in front of mouth, and it has two large paddle like tentacles behind the two front legs, designed for grasping. Its eyes were the size of dinner plates.
"What a strange creature, is it dangerous?" said Samus curiously
"Only to everything" I said. " Get running and dont look back."
She seemed to understand and set off in a dead sprint out of the log. The creatur turned to follow her, but already had a very large mech about to land on it.
I hit about 5 feet up the dewgers domed back and, to my suprise,
was able to keep a foothold on an almost vertiacal surface.
I dropped onto the dewgers forhead, balancing on its two front legs, and struck.
I had done this before. A lost dewger apparenly, had the misfortune of wandering into my herd territory about a year ago.
After about a half hour of frantic fighting, I managed to take out the dewger taking a bite out of its frontal lobe.
Of course this timeI didnt have a diversion, with screaming, biting, and very hungry meeches keepnig it distracted.
I hit mark and took out a suprisingly large chuck. That was all I got a chance to do.
In a rage the dewger threw me off. I rammed into a tree, and felt part of my shell crack. I got up, turned, and ran.
The only thing that can stop a rampaging dewger is, collision with another dewger, or a small continent.
We were about to meet somthing just as good.
I ran as the pain of my back burned along my body. I quickly came upon Samus and she grabbed onto my back, only adding to the pain.
I heard a dull roar and very loud footfall.
I turned.
The dewger was gaining. The large deep wound in its forhead was very visible
"Geh" was all I could manage to say.
The dewger was almost within strikin distance to use its tetacles.
I heard a snap in the trees above.
Some instinct told me to duck.
A huge log, tied by ropes, sailed over us twoard the dewger.
It hit, right in the open wound.
The creature stopped dead in its tracks, and stared cross eyed at the log stuck in its head.
It josled, and fell.
The whole forest shook.
Samus climbed of me ( much of a relief of my back) looked at the carcass and said, "We showed him eh?"
I didnthave time to reply.
A net was cast over us. I rolled over twice and could feel Samus kicknig next to me.
I looked up into the face of a mudokon.
It smirked, raised a large club, and brought it down.
The world reeled into darkness.
Back in the clearing, where Low and Samus met the dewger, there was a sound. It was far off and hazy, and altoghther might have been thought of as just the wind.
It sounded like dice.
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