[mainard]

[ooc: no teal... to be completely truthful that was great. love your character allready... my respect for you grows even more...]

the twisted sliglike being was back, looming over him in all it's grotesque glory, it's strangely unsliglike facial tentacles spread wide and menacing...
he stared, his eyes wide and damp as he shook, the deep, baritone voice shaking him almost as much as the actual, heavily threatening words did. "Yer lucky I just ate, otherwise yer'd be in my stomach now."
the creature grinned, a smile of malicious sadism, unbridled by any form of decency or restraint. he saw no more, merely hiding his face.
A warrior. He was Zuum. He was a warrior... he had been trained in the way of combat, he had practiced long and hard... just because he was young... just because he hadn't killed anyone or even anything before the fateful day the raiding party had caught him napping in the grass... he was still a warrior. he wished he could stop crying...
memories rise, stories told to him by his elders, by his teachers, old Monol and Kato, told around a campfire late at night. tales of captured warriors... of the fights... of the torture... and then afterwards, their butchered bones found in the grass the next day, eaten... they had ate them. just like the slig had eaten the other slig, and nearly eaten him...
the voice startles him, even more than the strange creature sniffing at him. the rough, deep voice washes over his consciousness, breaking him from the small, muddled world of misery and wrankled nerviness that had settled over his mind. roughly pulling himself from his feet, he rose in a rush, tottering slightly, his eyes several inches below the sligs as he wiped roughly at his eyes, his face burning with shame at having shown such pathetic weakness in front of another, even if that other is a slig...
sniffing defensively, he doesn't meet the slig's eyes as it asks him a question, the voice, deep and rough, remarkably lacking in the normal vile contempt of most sligs when talking to him.
"Yer seen a slig come this way? Big fat one, all spines. Seen 'im?"
Finally able to meet the sligs eyes, he stared boldly, his face still wet but no longer quite as haggard and miserable. he stared, curious and confused... the slig was holding a brace of creatures by thick, artificial leads... they looked like those accursed slogs, but different. sharper...

"Slig? Big, nasty guy, spikes here and there, long tail, tendency towards cannabalism?" Nodding slightly, he tilted his head, indicating a corridor. "he came through here. killed a slig. was going to kill me I guess..."
Turning back to the slig, he shifted a little, fidgeting. running one hand over his scruffy feather tassle, the ragged stump growing back all patchy and rough, he stared curiously at the rough, rugged slig. Moving up before him, he stares, his voice free of fear as he asks his question, figuring a beating would be worth the information on this most interesting person.
"I've heard of sligs eating our warriors out on the plains... but I never heard of sligs eating other sligs... is that a normal thing for you people?"
Careful to avoid getting too near the strange, vicious creatures, he steps up beside the slig, indicating the corridor again.
"He went just down here. here, I'll show you if you want..."

[btw... I realize that your character is in a dreadful mood, teal, and this could very well result in my character getting the living daylights beaten out of him... but hey, it's all in good rp fun. I'm just saying I don't mind... so if that's what's gonna happen go ahead. ^_^]

[ May 04, 2001: Message edited by: mainard the glukkon ]