Di's breath came in short,sharp irregualar pants.He gazed up at the mudokons blurry,golden form as his vision slipped in and out of focus as the herbs it had put on his wounds smoked and stung. Why it had rescued him Di had no idea but he knew the creature was somehow special and Di certainly owed him his life. The mudokon stood looking at him. They seemed to be in some kind of village.Di took a deep, slow breath and tasted the smells that floated in the air.Destruction, a taint of industralism and his blood tainted the smell of the herbs, wood and a relaxing yet ,somehow threatinig smell that warned of great power that Di had felt when the creature had rescued him from that awful place.The rain semmed to have stopped, the air was refreshing but cold.The pain from the old wound on his belly that he had gained in a fight against a hated enemy had lessend,it was now only a dull ache that hurt when he moved. Di looked up at his resquer with his sad,dull red eyes,and gazed up into his eyes,his moonshine, yellow eyes. "I am Di" he said, in an slow, grating voice." who are you?" Again Di remembred the powerful voice that had told him no other non mudokon had come here and he waited, with the still,wet air for it's reply.
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