Sam Rodarch
Alle Laufen
“It ded?”
A pair of native Skraal stood at the foot of a figure, a figure slumped with its back against the wall. They sniffed, they poked and they prodded but were seemingly no closer to the answer. The large rodents weren't very well known for their intelligence. However, they were known as scavengers.
“It matta?”
The smaller Skraal, the one with only one ear (no doubt lost in a brutal underworld battle with the Cthon) looked mildly perturbed. He did in fact agree, it didn't matter if it was dead or alive and it had been lying there for a long time now. If it was alive then surely it would have gotten up and left by now. There was one problem...
“It lookin at uz.”
Non-organic eyes stared forth, crimson in nature and completely unblinking. It wasn't really looking at either Skraal, they just so happened to be standing in the way of the gaze. Again, not smart.
“No matta.”
The one-eared Skraal didn't feel like his companion was being particularly negative or non-contributive to this discussion, they were a people above such irritating social nuances, it actually was one of the very few benefits to being a giant rodent. No passive-aggressions, no micro-aggressions, no macro-aggressions and no giga-aggressions. Some biting though.
“To bigz to movez.”
A nod came from the two-eared Skraal in agreement of this fact. It was too big to move, sure they were pretty low down in the level scheme of Coruscant but they still had a way to go until they were truly at the bottom. Hauling this thing all the way down? That was work. It looked heavy.
“Eat somez now. Take rezt back.”
Now that was a grand idea. They wasted no time. One Ear went for the creature's arm whereas Two Ears focused on a leg. Almost smart, removing the limbs would make it easier to transport, take off the parts that might get snagged on stuff.
Pain.
“DIS NOT FLESH!” One Ear declared very suddenly, having just bitten into what was clearly a metal appendage before resuming his meal. Two Ear looked at him, observing his companion complain and then continue to attempt to eat what was blatantly shiny non-flesh.
“...den y u still eatin?”
The Skraal stopped for a moment and considered his answer, it seemed as if a truly thoughtful moment was occurring right there and then.
“...it not badz.”
A small utterance came from the throat of the figure, a crackle that became a low guttural rattle. It's chest breathed evenly and deliberately despite the insistence of plagued teeth piercing the flesh of its leg. The inner-workings of the mechanical arm slowly being revealed by determined hunger.
Still it did not move.
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A pair of native Skraal stood at the foot of a figure, a figure slumped with its back against the wall. They sniffed, they poked and they prodded but were seemingly no closer to the answer. The large rodents weren't very well known for their intelligence. However, they were known as scavengers.
“It matta?”
The smaller Skraal, the one with only one ear (no doubt lost in a brutal underworld battle with the Cthon) looked mildly perturbed. He did in fact agree, it didn't matter if it was dead or alive and it had been lying there for a long time now. If it was alive then surely it would have gotten up and left by now. There was one problem...
“It lookin at uz.”
Non-organic eyes stared forth, crimson in nature and completely unblinking. It wasn't really looking at either Skraal, they just so happened to be standing in the way of the gaze. Again, not smart.
“No matta.”
The one-eared Skraal didn't feel like his companion was being particularly negative or non-contributive to this discussion, they were a people above such irritating social nuances, it actually was one of the very few benefits to being a giant rodent. No passive-aggressions, no micro-aggressions, no macro-aggressions and no giga-aggressions. Some biting though.
“To bigz to movez.”
A nod came from the two-eared Skraal in agreement of this fact. It was too big to move, sure they were pretty low down in the level scheme of Coruscant but they still had a way to go until they were truly at the bottom. Hauling this thing all the way down? That was work. It looked heavy.
“Eat somez now. Take rezt back.”
Now that was a grand idea. They wasted no time. One Ear went for the creature's arm whereas Two Ears focused on a leg. Almost smart, removing the limbs would make it easier to transport, take off the parts that might get snagged on stuff.
Pain.
“DIS NOT FLESH!” One Ear declared very suddenly, having just bitten into what was clearly a metal appendage before resuming his meal. Two Ear looked at him, observing his companion complain and then continue to attempt to eat what was blatantly shiny non-flesh.
“...den y u still eatin?”
The Skraal stopped for a moment and considered his answer, it seemed as if a truly thoughtful moment was occurring right there and then.
“...it not badz.”
A small utterance came from the throat of the figure, a crackle that became a low guttural rattle. It's chest breathed evenly and deliberately despite the insistence of plagued teeth piercing the flesh of its leg. The inner-workings of the mechanical arm slowly being revealed by determined hunger.
Still it did not move.
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