Spider watched the scrab herd from behind some bushes. He was looking for a scrab that was old or sick, most of this herd seemed pretty healthy though. But he knew all hunters must have patience, so he watched and waited.
There.. he thought as he finally spotted an old scrab that was starting to lag behind the herd. He watched as the old scrab paused to rest. It was obviously fast approaching its death bed, only Spider was about to send it there a bit quicker...
Spider waited until the rest of scrab herd was a good distance away, he knew that if he attack too soon the rest of the herd would attack him and that was the last thing he needed. After a moment more, Spider charged. The old scrab didn't know what hit it and was quickly slain. He looked back up toward the scrab herd, fortunately the herd hadn't even noticed and kept moving away. Relaxing, Spider started to eat.
After finishing, Spider washed himself off in a stream. When he was done, he started back toward the village. Suddenly a strange, unfamiliar scent hit him. He stopped, sniffing, trying to identify it. But the scent was already gone, gone as fast as the breeze that carried it.
Wonder what the heck that was? he thought. He shrugged and continued on his way back to the village.
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The time is near. Our numbers have grown. Soon we will start our attack. We will take out our strongest oppostion first. Then the planet will be ours.
Beware the Skrakians...
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