The kintos didnt fill me up much.
One doesnt eat much when they dont know how long they have left themselves.
Still, it was easier to catch them without a herd of my screeching, screaming breatheren disregarding the essence of suprise.
I douht thed even be able to work "suprise" out.
I walked for many, many miles, still thinking over what had happened this time I had blacked out.
We were out in a field, mulling around, digesting a kill.
As if out of thin air, a line of meetles armed to the teeth, burst out of the woods. I could hear their slig riders yelling atop them.
Industrialist. A word I would never forget. I knew them, without really even knowing them. Poisoning this world,reckless desruction. They are the ones who have made my kind almost extinct. I cannot truly explain competly why they enrage me so , its almost like an instinct.
These thoughts brewed in my head as I watched those meetles and their accursed sligs drivers, I wished them dead on the spot.
I started toward them, the meetle didnt see me until I was almost on top of it.
And I was.
I leaped to the top of the meetle, and stared at the cowardly,lowly slig.
"You die" I grunted
I snappeds the slig in two, and with thoughts I cant remember racing through my head, I leaped at the now very aware meetle drivers ahead. And of course, it would have to happen. in mid leap, I blacked out.
Thoughts, whenever the deep receeses of my mind started pulling out memories, I blacked out. The reason obseeses me.
For many more days I traveled, until when I was almost at the brink of the great pine forest I had always known, I heard it.
Just on the edge of hearing. A tiny tinny noise, of metal and gear scraping. I hid in some bushes and waited.
Gradually the noise became recognisable. Slig pants. No doubt a scout, checkin new terrain for development. I waited.
The slig soon entered the clearing. It was different. It was not the brownish green of the usual slig, but a bluish purple.
I didnt give it a second thought.
I leapt out of the bushes, tossing the slig a couple yards away.
I walked over to it, ready to kill.
Lucky for the slig it sprang up and pointed its gun at me. This didnt actually pose a problem as I am armored anyway, but this sudden jolt of bravery(or idiocy) suprised me.
The sligs gunshook in its hands.
"I"llllll I'lll shoo....shoot!
That voice. Not like a regular slig. This one was high and didnt have that sharp edge to it.
I had little time to think about this, because, the slig had passed out at my feet.
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