Meanwhile Dementa was stalking a scrab not far away. It was an older scrab, passed its prime, and it feeding on an elum carcuss.
Dementa creeped along the forest floor on all fours in a preditors gait, eyes focused on her target. When the scrab had bent down to take another bite out of its meal, she pounced, leaping onto his back and sinking her sharp teeth into the back of its neck. The scrab screeched in agony when Dementa's harm touch affected it, that is until she broke its neck with a sharp jerk of her head. The scrab went limp and she let go.
Sure the way she killed it was a bit 'animalistic' but it was the way her kind hunted and she wanted to stay true to her kind as much as possible.
She picked up the dead scrab and carried it back to the camp where the others were.
"Anyone hungry?" she said as she entered the 'campsite' and dropped the scrab on the ground. She looked around and noticed they were two peeps short. "Where is the blue mud and the cyborg?" she asked, then she saw Blue's note. "Oh...never mind."
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