OOC: See, I told you guys that he was just on a little break. Welcome back, Magic9mushroom.
Zerox, you kind of messed up your IC's with your OOC's. No biggie, a simple edit would help. Also, if Slig_Cake doesn't return in a week, I will bug him.
For the Sleg thing, their language is more of marking way. They don't really bark to make long sentences. I never figured they were intellgent enough for that. It rather the way they say it that matters.
IC: Slurp didn't think that Shryke was in a good posistion. Being trapped by an invisable force and going to be hunted down didn't make Slurp feel tingly inside either. So he felt like it was up to him to save Shryke.\
Slurp dropped down from Shryke's arm and put down his map. He quickly screeched to the Fleeches, "Do not harm this creature!"
At first the Fleeches did not move a muscle, but one of them said, "Who are you, our mother?! You can't tell us what to do!" Once that was said, the Fleeches crawled further to Shryke. Slurp was confused at first, but then he realized that these must not be born from his mother. Maybe they worked for someone else. Convincing them would be hard, so he went to plan B.
Now, Slurp ran to Shryke's leg and tried to bite through the Scrab trap. The Fleeches seemed disturbed by this and tried to attack Slurp. Since Slurp was not using his tounge, he whipped that around to whack away the Fleeches and their tounges. This wasn't going to be easy, but the metal was getting a little more loose by the minute.
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