OOC:Jordan Boi, your bio seems okay, but maybe you may want a *little* more description? It seems odd that he was kicked out his pack for no reason. Where they suspicious, smelt an odd scent on him, maybe?
IC: Shryke understood what the Vykker said. She seemed honest enough, and the fact she knew about what had happened to Slurp 2, among other things, seemed to verify the case. "Well, okay then, I believe you. The fact you were an insider, as it were, could be useful to us. The colony right now has no major plans, but we don't know what the Sligs are up to right now. We don't know if they are progressing right now. The Fleeches seem to want to settle nito this home for a bit longer. Would the Sligs realise you were against them if they saw you? because it could be useful if you would go and check out what is happening for us. To get to them, there is a crevice, like a miniature ravine, that runs through the forest and is alrge enough for us to fit in. It helps conceal you, and leads you to where the Sligs are. Would you be up for it? I could come, if you'd like. I have little else better to do currently, and I'm eager tos ee what is happening."
Shryke thought for a moment.
"If you don't want to do that now, we can wait until another time, seeing as you haven't been with us very long. But, there is a problem I feel we may have: Feeding you. I assume Vykkers like you eat food created, or whatever, by the Sligs and other cohorts with them. I am unsure what this food could be, or whether it can be found or replicated from forest sources. I never saw the Vykkers who created me eating anything."
Sklitch continued ripping chunks from the Elum corpse. Then he tasted something odd, and spat it out.
He recognised it immediately, and yelped slightly.
A bullet.
Some Sligs must have been patrolling and shot this Elum for fun, as they were somewhat sadistic. He looked around, now cautious of the threat of Sligs. He cotinued eating while he could, sensing the bullet constantly as the ate.
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