[Zoolag]

(OOC: This is sorta like a fan fic. But i thort i wud put it up in here so peeps kn0 wots going 2 happen and when)

Cyrus awoke to find himself caked in mud. A low growl rumbled from his stomach and he looked up. Tree's...all around him there stood tree's, bush's and other foilage. He attempted to move but as he did so realised he was in great pain. His eyes turned into pure blackness with the stinging sensation that devoured his body. Put he persisted and finally managed to stand to his feet. Using a branch of a nearby tree to help him.

Cyrus: "What...what happened. Where is that bastard traitor and the Slig?"

He looked around wearlily and snarled. His leg was broken and thus he could not walk on it as good as he used to be able to. To aid him in his walking and balance Cyrus snapped the branch off. He rested on it for a bit, making sure it could sustain his weight before looking upwards towards the blue sky. A small river rushed past his feet, wetting the ground and causing it to be slippy and sticky. This must of been the cause for Cyrus's dirty exposure.

Cyrus: "Damn them...DAMN THEM ALL.Why did they not shoot that thing...why arn't they looking for me!?"

Cyrus cursed his troops. They were highly skilled warriors but did not life a finger to help him fight against Corrack. He turned to were the river was flowing...

Cyrus: "If i follow the river it would take me to civilisation...possibly. Then i could regain m...."

He stopped in mid sentence and held his breath. A snap of twigs had made him realise he was not alone. He turned his head and looked around. Surrounded by foilage he could not see more than a couple of metres in front of him. He thought about jumping into the river and being swept down stream but realised there may be another water fall up ahead. Again another snap, this time more profound and closer and Cyrus was sure it came from the right of him.

Cyrus: "Wh-who's there?"

His voice trembled. He was not used to being so vulnerable. His power mainly came from his weapons but this time he was empty handed. Only a stick to defend himself and that would be no good against a pack of Paramites.
A screech made him fall backwards. The sound was raspy and hate filled. And he had not heard nothing like it before. And then he found out why. A dark creature emerged from the shrubbery. All black apart from rough markings on its face that were white. Scales lined its whole body and sharp spikes ran down its back. Also white. The creatures eyes were full of hatred. They shone red like a ruby. Cyrus's eyes scanned the creatures entire body, stopping at his 3 fingered paw that had a array of sharp claws. The creature snarled and licked its lips with a forked tongue. It gave a grunt before leaping forwards on its powerful legs. It walked like a Mudokon, on two legs. But the powerful front limbs gave Cyrus the impression it could also run on all fours. As it leapt it landed just over Cyrus. Its powerful legs seperating just in time to avoid crushing Cyrus' body. Its 2 toed foot sank deep into the mud as the creature landed.

Creature: *Sniffs Cyrus* "Yu Rrr frend of Tribezz"

The creature was commonly spoken and Cyrus could tell it didn't really speak that often. The creatures right claw came up to Cyrus muddy face and rubbed his skin. It then called out into the sky. Its call was horse and consisted of 4 short grunts. Loud enough to be heard from a fair distance. More rustles of trees and foilage came and 2 more creatures leapt out. One came from behind Cyrus and landed just beind him, splashing in the river. The other one plunered out. Cyrus noticed they were both smaller than the first and came to the conclusion that he was the dominant male. The spoke softly for a while, chittering the male not moving from over Cyrus and just talking over his shoulder to the other two. Finally they stopped and the other two seemed to laugh while they snapped at Cyrus' feet. The male turned and looked Cyrus in the eyes before saying in a rough voice:

"Yu ourr fodo nowkz"

He licked Cyrus face before adding:

"Masta want tu seeeee-eee-ee"

His last word turned into a screechy laugh and he flung his head towards the sky screeching before coming eye to eye with Cyrus again. His claw picked up the branch Cyrus had used to walk with and he admired it in his hand. Then brought it down sharply to Cyrus' head. Knocking him unconcious...