OOC: Then what is this?
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"I can certainly help you get back to...whoever's ship that is. For now, could you wait here a moment?"
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IC: Kolca remained in the deep shadows, as she rather not attract attention to herself. One might be suspect her reasons to be rather random. That might give herself away.
But before she could reply, a rather rasp voice echoed through out the meeting place. "
I think I could answer that." There, in her senses, was a very, very gray Fleech standing before them. The Fleech was consideribly wrinkily, but that ended at it's head not facing Shryke. Or at least, where the head should be. The head was completely wiped off from it's face, leaving a bloody mark, revealing broken nerves and blood vessels. But the Fleech remained to be alive, as if it was a miralce.
The gray Fleech continued,
"You see, great Paracrab, you might think of us able to support ourself fully, and don't require any help. Well, you are wrong, our friend. Think about it. Do you seriousily think, that we would be here, if you had not came along? Would I be talking to you, at this very second, if you hadn't exacuated the previous cave? Answer me boy. Do you think we could live any longer, without a Paracrab beside us? That's why we need you continue your species, and your life. We need Paracrabs. We can't live without you, Shryke. And we only ask of you, to gain the ability to breed, so we can live a full life. So what do you say to that?"
The Fleeches all layed silent, for they patientily waited for what Shryke had to say. Kolca, in the shadows, hoped hard that this Paracrab would say yes, for it would do good for the colony.