[Dark Elite_H2]

The slogs didn't seem they were to give up on killing Slogann. The leader slog was cackling at Sloganns suffering. "Now whatcha gonna do, Slogann?" the leader smiled devilishly. Slogann was whinning and growling, but really there was nothing she could do. "Now since you're dead, your lil' Mud friends are dead. I hear that Gerald, our master, caught them. So now, we shall leave for you dead," the leader smirked evily. "but just to make you a little happy," he growled at his pack to let him go. His mouth opened wide, his jagged talons dripping with a nasty liquid. He dropped down on Sloganns neck, and injected a fluid in to her body. He sat back up, and closed his mouth. Slogann felt the fangs slip out of her skin, and felt dazed. "Now, we'll leave you for dead. You have exactly 4 hours to live. Hopefully, you can get help, 'fore that poison seeps in to your brain. But I seriously doubt that," the leader grinned, roared at his pack, and walked away. 'What was that stuff? Rabies?' Slogann thought, getting up to a shakey start. "Abe. Where is.... he? Abe. Abe! ABE!" Slogann barked loudly, then fell to the ground.