The Profit of Doom

[Snarykk]

The Ewok growled as he slowly crept through the rows and rows of tombstones. Spit dripped down his mouth, sliding down his ragged, unwashed fur. He wore a red hood, crawling on all fours in an attempt to not be seen by anyone in the graveyard at this time, but at this hour? It was unlikely. He gripped his small, rusted shovel tightly. Who else would be prowling around a graveyard, the Ewok thought to himself as he reached the edge of the cemetery.

There, he found an old, crumbling headstone. He eyed it suspiciously, slowly approaching it. He rose to his feet, shoving the blade of the shovel deep into the dirt. He huffed, begin to lift out small pieces of dirt, tossing it over to his side. This would take him all night. It was rather obvious he was struggling, his exhausted gasps and puffs able to be heard the whole way on the other side of the graveyard.

After the long, agonizing five minutes he spent digging, he was now on his knees, crawling over to the small, insignificant pile of earth he had managed to dig up. Gasping for breath, he collapsed, rolling over onto his back. Perhaps this wasn't a wise choice....

[member="Satia the Cruel"]

 

[Poe]

From my entombed house, I could hear the scrapes of metal dancing across my metal encased punishment. Not to long ago, I had been dispatched by the Circle to root out an evil upon the planet; only to witness later that I had underestimated my query. In my poor judgment, I had been render unconscious and stuffed into a hole. The marks of my nails had dug deep into the metal; barely leaving any visible signs of my struggle. As I laid there prior to the scarping, the air slowly began to rip itself from my lungs; leaving me to be nothing more than a buried alive victim.

But to my lungs that grasped to hold onto the last fleeting remnants of life, the scraping intensified; only to fall silent like the dead. I began pounding on the lid, seeing it move inch by inch, as dirt upon dirt began to seep into my bed. Adding my feet to the adventure, I managed to break through the strength of the dirt holding me down; leaping up from my coffin coughing and sputtering saliva as I positioned myself on all fours.

Slowly me eyes began to adjust from the darkness to moonlight beams of illumination, as my anger for revenge began to course through my veins; casting away my struggle for breath in favor of murder. Slowly I began to recover, and in doing so I saw my saviour; a matted Ewok sleeping peacefully and near death of exhaustion. I crawled toward him, digging my claws into the dirt for strength, and cuddled the teddy bear as he slept when I reached him.

Into his ear I whispered as his chest rose and fell from sleep, "I thank you little one." Slowly and promptly, I fell asleep with my head secure upon his stomach.



[member="Snarykk"]

 

[Snarykk]

[member="Satia the Cruel"]

Snarykk the Ewok was resting peacefully, his paws folded on his chest. He looked rather innocent lying in the dirt. Still completely asleep, he would slowly turn his head, rubbing up against the woman. His breathing was calm and soft, showing no sign of waking. That's when he tried to roll over. His eyes widened, screeching like a crazed banshee. Snarykk, who was clearly not expecting some woman to crawl out of this hole in the ground, was quite understandably frightened.

Believing he had released some ancient monster, he began squirming, whimpering and yelping. Snarykk closed his eyes, expecting to be brutally murdered by this seemingly undead entity. He coverered his eyes, trembling as he burst into a panicked, trembling ball of ragged fluff. With all his might, he'd struggle and kick. He bit and clawed. He was absolutely hellbent on freeing himself from this creature. "YUB NUB! YUB NUB! YUB NUB!", the Ewok shrieked.