[Jacob]

The beast gradually dragged the limp, motionless bodies of its victims off into the darkness behind the metallic doors that were at the right side of the arena. The bodies were being dragged by the legs, letting the blood seep out and mix blackness with the already red blood on the arena sandstone. The crowd was cheering with jubilation and the citizens at the front were rattling the cage whooping for more. As the giant doors closed behind the Gorek the crowd silenced.

Tanoy: "Neckst batell wil inklood ve Paramight-fite...pleeez mayk yorr waay too ve lawnge an' plase yorr betts...Ve fiterr wil bee Markoos."

The tanoy's were located behind the cages with the spectators. Some words were in-audible at certain times but most of the creatures knew what was asked of them. They busily hurried to the lounge area. Making their way to the back of the spectators pit to the automatic doors at the end. Which then lead to a very nice and flush lounge, complete with pictures of very famous Matadors and fighters. The seats were purple and soft, lined with gold these were the upper class' dream sofa's. The floor was marble as was the ceiling that held up all the ground above. At the back of the room were counters. Sligs were sat behind them, taking the money of all who cared to dispose of it into their hands.

Gambler: "Yeh, i'll bet fifty that Markus wins in 5 mins!!"

The shouting of Gamblers was all that could be heard. Apart from the rustling and folding of notes and the 'Ka-chinging' of cash registers. Tv screens above the counter gave 'The best bits of...' glimpses. It was a special video that was produced a few years back. It showed all the best bits of the fights that were going on. From the Paramite fighting to the Scrab running. It also showed special 'behind the scenes' footage. In which you saw the Gorek' getting prepared to battle. The slaves getting kitted up. And so on and so forth. The video' release date was delayed as they couldn't get a hold of the producer (Who was also the Cameraman) at the time. After months of searching they finally found him beaten and wounded in the corner of a Gorek's cage...years after rehabilitation he was able to watch the video without having flashbacks and thus put it on sale. It was predicted to sell millions...and was doing quite well.
Finally after 15 mins the crowds started to dwindle. Most of the spectators had placed their bets and were ready to watch the result. The crowd fell silent...listening hard to try and hear anything that would inform them of the contestants coming. The atmosphere was tense and could probably be cut with a butter knife. Finally,the squeeling of a Paramite could be heard and the doors that the Gorek exited from opened. A cage was rolled out on wheels, inside a lively adult Paramite. The creatures who were rolling it out were Sligs. Their pants rusted and mould growing on the legs. The crowd instantly knew they were rebels and boo'd and hissed. The cage wasn't big...infact...it was far to small. The creature was obviously distressed and wanted to be out. One of the Sligs climbed up onto the cage. His goggles were deteriorating and the left lense was broken beyond repair. The other Slig handed him a small metal rod. The Slig on top of the cage slowly pulled at it, the rod expanded slowly until it was a good 16 inches long. When it was the Slig positioned it so it was pointing for the Paramites back, it rammed it deep into the skin of the Paramite which immediatly screamed with horror. Electricity darted around the animals body and made it buck wildly, the cage shook and the Slig fell off. Damaging his pants in the process.

Slig #1: "Hey...yu ok?"

Its comrade never responded.

Slig #1: "H-hey?"

It walked around, ignoring the hissing of the crowd to see its friend unconcious. The rod on the ground next to it. Reaching down to check its kins pulse it dis-regarded the fact that the cage was slowly breaking. And by the time it did notice the Paramite was out and about. Screeching with fury as the chip inside it activated its attack mode. Blood was tricking from its mouth and its sharp paws were etching at the ground. The concious Slig was trying to drag its unconcious partner to the safety of the exit...but with no avail. The Paramite had already lunged and knocked him down...its clawed tentacles hacked away at the Sligs face, tearing it apart. Black blood oozed from the cuts. The claws of the creature dug deep into its preys chest...puncturing all vital organs. Finally the Slig stopped squirming and the Paramite fed. Only stopping to turn to the other Slig and put a claw through its head...making sure that wont get up and attack it. Upon seeing this the Matador was getting changed and equipped. That was merely a warm up...getting the crowd riled up and allowing the Paramite to get the taste of blood...he...he was the main course, if he couldn't prevent it.

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Lance was lying in the mud...the sun, beating down on his back. His feathers slowly shedding. His skin was now solid. He was weak and any movement he made could prove fatal. His eyes were glowing a dim orange and blood was oozing out of his mouth by the pint.

Lance: *Translated* "M...Mastar. I'm dyying...Hllhelp."

Silence was the only response. Lance sighed and laid their...motionless. Awaiting his doom. He was hungry and weak...dying of malnutrition, as it were.
*Squelch*
The sound of mud being stood in brought back some hope. The smell...the smell was indistinguishable, his senses were all over the place. His death was on the horizon and so he did not care what it was so long as it had a soul. He felt a hand on his back. It shook him.

Voice: "Hello? Hello...what are you. What are you doing up here? You could get shot."

The hand slowly moved Lance on his back, his wings cracking as he laid on them. The creature was female...old...possibly...Mudokon or Orkhid. He could not tell. He felt his hand being grabbed.

Voice: "Hmmm...come on...up ya get."

The creature attempted to tug him up...but failed. Sighing it sat down next to him.

Voice: "You know...if you dont come with me...we're both going to be captured. The Guards will be here any min ya know?"

Lance raised a hand and stroked the creatures face. It felt calm...and warm. Filled with compassion...It was a shame it had been there...with him...but he needed to feed. And Dimension Dwellers meant nothing to him.

(OOC: Again. Sorri for spelling and rubbishness.)