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B !!!!!
C !!!!!!
D !!
The taste of blood fills your mouth as you try to tear yourself free. More by instinct than thought, you open your maw and chomp down on your fleshy prison. Razorsharp teeth slice through meat, tendon and bone, and you eagerly gobble up flesh down to sate your maddening hunger. A roar of pain reverberates through the flesh, but it barely registers as you continue your feeding frenzy. You continue to feed until suddenly, you break through the skin and into the open air.
Cold, damp air flows over your soft, vulnerable skin. The smell of blood still dominates, but beneath it a dozen odors linger. For the first time, you see things in the darkness, glowing luminous mushrooms towering all around. Only a soft whimper remains off the defiant roars the big beast (a Draltha) from which you've emerged originally produced, allowing you to the hear the soft trickle of water in the distance.
With a few twists of your long, limbless body, you extract yourself from the weakening beast, sliding onto the dirty cavern floor. The hunger is lesser now, but it remains. On the other hand, you're exposed here, and your soft skin will not turn away any claws.
A name :
A) Attack the weakened Draltha again
B) Slide away, towards the Lake
C) Slide away, into the mushroom forest
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Topic: SPAMBEAST: Nokzor (Read 2581 times)