The Village

[Black Dragon]

Hunter came out of his run and walked instead into the village. It was amazing...a place like this existing in the middle of nowhere. He knew he's have to take it slow and quiet...after all, it wasn't everyday that you saw a dinosaur-like Slig walking around. A few people passing by stared, making him feel uncomfortable. What if they don't except me? he suddenly thought. He noticed a crowd gathered around a hut that was being worked on...it appeared that one of the beams had fallen out of the roof. Hunter shrugged and kept walking. After awhile he came to a hut that read "Butcher" and he realized he was starving. He was just about to walk in when a Mudokon burst out the door of the hut with a bundle of Scrab ribs in his arms. Another Mud, that appeared to be the butcher due to his stained apron and loin cloth, appeared at the door seconds after, shouting "Stop, thief!" Hunter acting almost instinctively and gave chase. With one large leap he had thrown himself on top of the Mudokon and was snarling in his face. He took the package of meat and growled, "Stealin' don't getcha far in life, ya know. I'll let da townsfolk deal witcha, but I don't ever wanna see ya stealin' again, ya hear?"

*Growls* Finish it tomorrow night...

[Black Dragon]

(OOC: Sorry 'bout that....here we go again)

The Mud nodded slowly, terror shining in his eyes. Hunter snarled again. "Now git over dere and apologize fer yer actions," he said, picking the Mud up with one hand and pushing him towards the butcher. The Mudokon obeyed and, to his relief, was allowed to go free if he promised never to do it again. Hunter snorted and was about to walk away when the butcher, foloowed by a crowd, stopped him. "Sir, I would just like to thank you for what you did. If it weren't for you catching-" he started but Hunter cut him off. "Nah, don't worry 'bout it, I was glad to help," he muttered and began to walk towards the other side of town, leaving the natives to mutter excitedly amongst themselves.