((I guess I'll jump on this, since no one else is.))
Thacker ran as fast as he could, hoping for a miracle. Suddenly, he ran right into something hard and tall. A large hand grabbed Thacker's shoulder and suddenly left the forest floor into the sky. The creature that held him had glider wings on his back and he was black and devilish-looking. The thing suddenly dropped him onto a hard rocky ground and landed right next to him. Thacker looked up into the black face with the glowing white eyes looking down upon him.
Then it spoke, with a bit of an accent, "Don't you know it's dangerous for a Mud to be trampling around in slig territory?"
"Well, what were you doing there?"
"I am a Cri'len, I can fend for myself. Mudokons on the other hand are pretty helpless against a slig force. My name is Gyron. I've taken you to this small rebel camp, where you can get on your feet."
And without giving Thacker a chance to answer, Gyron took flight,and left him. When Thacker turned, he noticed the camp, and many creatures and many eyes upon him.
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