OOC: Fine then, I'll try and carry on a bit. Don't expect much, though. Sorry about the doble post, mainly to sort of freshen the thread up so people know that I added something...
...and so, uh...um...(OOC: I need a name. How about...Shryke? At least for now...) 'Shryke' wandered out of his cave to the watering hole, trotting so as to get there and back relatively quickly, before any large predators or packs could ambush him. Half-heartedly attempting to grab the fleeing Elums legs, being fast, but would be a nice change of prey if he could get hold of one (OOC: Shryke, of course, was seen by the Elums as they actually have eyes, as it were, and Elums were afraid of both predators, so they they decided to leg it :P). After having a good few mouthfuls and washing a little bit, he started to make his way back, feeling calmer. But he was too slow this time, as he would find out...
The Paramites immediately surrounded him, dropping down quickly on their webs in a wide ring around their chosen victim, preventing escape even if he attempted to move quickly. Shryke, thinking quickly, attempted to communicate with them, but at such close quarters, they could tell he was not one of them, and therefore prey. Smeeling like a Scrab appeared to put them off slightly. Shryke also attemped a roar at them. The Paramites flinched for a moment, and he attempted to run for it. Almost out the ring, one snapped back and lunged with its vicious fangs and caught one of his forearms as they sunk deeply in. Roaring in pain and anguish, he jerked his arm hard, then causing the Paramite pain in its mouth. It retreated, squealing at the others to follow suit. But they were in a large pack now, and afraid of nothing (exept maybe someone like Big Red or summat...or maybe meat grinders), gave chase to their quarry. Being lower to the ground, they would be able to reach into his cave, which they would normally ignore as it was generally uninviting. The water hole was up ahead. He leaped into it. The Paramites stopped. As neither Shryke nor Paramites could swim, they could only walk at certain depths, and Shryke was thus taller than them, and could narrowly evade their grasp for the time being. But they decided to bide their time. He couldn't stay there forever. He would have to come out eventually. And even if a Scrab big enough to scare them off DID come, it would also view him as food. Or, worse yet, a rival. Shryke needed help, and soon...
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