The Loner
Svag sniffed the air. A scrab. It's scent was unmistakeable. Cautiosly, Svag loaded bullets into his machine gun. He wuold have to move slowly so his pants made little noise. He moved into the woods. There it was. An adolescent scrab. Svag shouldered the gun. The scrab looked up breifly, then returned to eating its meal. Svag placed the crosshairs on the creature's head. The scrab was indulging itself. Svag laid his finger on the trigger. The scrab stopped to breathe before going back to its meal. Svag was motionless. The scrab looked up again. The slig pulled the trigger. He watched as the scrab fell. It wasn't getting up. Svag began to walk toward the fallen scrab.
As he ate the scrab he had shot earlier that day, he began to think about his past. Why did that mudokon have to die? The one creature that ever cared about him...gone.(see description) He sighed. Suddenly his head shot up, responding to a noise he heard. He saw a figure dash off into the woods. Someone, or something had been watching him. But what?
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