Thank everyone for commenting!
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I'm exited. I really want to hear more! Very well written, great job!
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Thank you! ^______^ I’m glad you liked it since It’s kinda hard to write from the POV of a blind person.
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THIS is a cool beginning  ! |
Thank you XD I was going to start with how the Slig lost his pants...but I haven’t figured that out yet ^^; (Opps I shouldn’t have admitted that.)
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Good job, Oddpaw! Sounds exciting.
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Thank you. I’m glad you liked it. Let’s hope the Slig doesn’t almost kill the poor Mudokon again. ^_^
I guess this means I have to come up with more then? (ACK! They don’t even have names yet! o_0 )
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EDIT:- New ficlet!
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The odd pair - Lost - 445 words
All in all it had been pretty easy.
Walk this way, walk that way. Not THAT way you dolt!
Easy, but still tiring
Climb here, there’s a ledge below you climb down too it
And nerve wracking.
The sound Pistons and gears the smell of leather and oil. Keep still, keep quiet.
Keep still Keep still Keep still
“Quit your gibbering they can’t see us in the dark here.”
But nothing worth having is ever that easy to get.
“Git ‘em!”
“Of course, hearing us it something else all together.”
The sound of something running towards them that wasn’t the noisy maniacal gate of a slig or the quite tread of a mudokon
“Crud RUN!”
Growling barking snapping jaws, clawed feet scraping on the hard ground, hot breath on his ankles.
“Turn left, no left you idiot! LEFT!”
The sligs panicked orders went unheard over the roar of blood in his ears and the beating of a panicked heart in his chest.
“Shite Jump!” The slig let go of the Mudokon’s shoulders with one hand to whack him over the head. “You hear me? Jump!”
Snapping teeth and snarling hot breath
“Jump when?”
“...NOW!”
For one terrifying moment, there was nothing, he had lived most of his life by feel and now there was nothing under his feet, and nothing for his grasping hands to hold.
Then there was sharp soild
real rock under his fingers and his shins slammed into a rock face.
The howling of doomed slogs falling to their deaths floating up from below .
And his head was buffeted by blows as the slig climbed up to safety leaving the mudokon behind.
The slave pulled himself up onto the ledge too.
“WHAT THE ODD WAS THAT YOU MORON!”
The mudokon flinched.
“I-I didn’t want to die.”
Slap
“IF YOU DON’T WANT TO DIE”
Another punch and the mudokon is shivering awaiting the next blow.
“YOU’LL DO AS I TELL YOU!”
A blow that never came.
The sound of shifting pistons and grinding gears were far more important, and the slig was crawling his way back up to the mudokons shoulders.
“Move it Eyeballs.”
The mudokon obeyed after all he knew no better really, he’d been following orders all his life.
But after a while he slowed down and eventually stopped.
Not because he was rebelling against the orders he had been givin, but because he hadn’t been giving any more orders.
“I-I...I am going the right way aren’t I?”
The slig didn’t answer for a long time. “I don’t know, it’s heh heh too dark for me to see.”
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And now the Mudokon has a name! (Well sort of...)
The Odd Pair *updated*
I like it. Keep them up it's cool. 
These different comments between the texts made me laugh 
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