Not very far away, Malice jolted awake from a nap he was taking. Once again he dreamed of that female slig, and once again he felt weird feelings along with it.
What's wrong with me? he thought with a scowl, I'm hate everyone...EVERYONE! He dug his claws into the ground, leaving deep furrows. Why am I feeling this way toward a pathicitic little slig? Why Why WHY!? He turned swiftly and slashed at a bush, knocking half its branches off.
Confused and frustrated, Malice flopped down again. He sniffed the air and the scent of another storm came to him. Normally he liked rain; it keeped his pursuers from finding him and it keeped protential victims unaware of his presense. But right now he didn't really want to get wet again. He looked about and spotted a shallow cave. With a grunt he padded over and laid down inside, soon he had fallen asleep...
Whether it was dump luck or Malice was being particurly careless no one knew. But a couple of sligs on patrol spotted him in the cave asleep and one ran back to Pyke to get help while the other kept watch. Soon there was a group of about 20 sligs not far from where Malice slept, hidden from direct sight and whispering about how fortunate they were to come across Malice when he was not only asleep, but cornered....
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