>>6044793>>6044795>>6044800>>6044848>>6044849>>6044858>>6044867>>6044882>>6044911>>6044937>>6045034>>6045041>>6045063>>6045221The thing you most treasure is your shining metal blade.
While reading the odd letter and book page beneath the rubble here comes easily, nothing feels more natural than having a blade in your hands. The meager amount of practice you have done is not due to a lack of passion, but rather because you need to keep the blade hidden from your brothers. You cannot risk them trying to take it from you.
You had thought laying low in the garbage pit was an acceptable way of doing things. Today you found out that your colony members think differently.
Two of your brothers, Jidslip and Thob, wordlessly retrain and drag you into the main chamber. It takes pitifully little effort on their part to complete the task. You are plopped down in the middle of the room. You turn towards the face of the progenitor, the one who ordered your removal from the garbage pit. He sits atop a broken chest at the head of the chamber, using it as his makeshift throne.
Your kin have gathered around to hear the words of the progenitor. Each lay upon you a different kind of unsavory glance.
“Miserable thing that is not even worth eating. Go with your brothers in tomorrow's raid or leave this place. The rotting food we give you could be better spent on siring more young, and your odd behavior regarding trash disturbs us. You will have till tomorrow to prepare; make your decision by then”
He then waves you off back to your chamber.
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