He stared, caught completely off guard, his eyes wide in the gloom as he sat crouched on the floor, the tired, overworked nature of his muscles suddenly not quite as important as before...
The creature had appeared out of nowhere, a twisted monstrocity that took him a moment to realize was, or used to be, a slig. maybe...
It was only recently that he had been forced to interact with the vicious brutes, and sligs were still an unfamiliarity to him... this one's odd looks and cannabilistic act couldn't be too far off reality... for all he knew, sligs regularly ate each other, bigger ones preying on the smaller...
Mildly in shock, he shivered once, his eyes suddenly feeling very heavy as he rose unsteadily, and in a daze, moved off down the corridor a little bit, around a corner, and, easing down, placed his head in his hands and began to cry.
"Oh Odds I gotta get outta here..."
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