Marauder
The Shadowlands. Beams of light cut through the mists that rippled languid through the trees. Not much of it could force its way down to the lower levels of Kashyyyk. There was movement down here, but never in those patches the light actually touched. To be revealed was to be found.
One did not want to be found in the Shadowlands.
Azula sat in a ring of light, legs crossed and expression serene. Behind her sat the shuttle that had brought them here. In front of her sat a ring of students. There was light, which meant this was not the most dangerous part of Kashyyyk. No light reached those places. Nor would any padawan be sent there.
She smiled at them and that was a lie. But it was not her greatest one.
"There is a Grantaloupe near here padawans. They survive because they are very skittish. You must be quick and quiet because you are going to catch it for me. You must find it, catch it and being it back to me. I will watch from a distance."
The Wyyyshokk did not fear the vibrations it felt through its web. It knew fear of only one creature, its own kind, and these vibrations were not one of its own.
It did not know the vibrations of a shuttle. It was large. Large food, it thought. Yet when it checked its webs, which spanned many trees it did not find food. It found no breaks in its webs so the large food had not escaped.
It felt other vibrations in its webs it did not know. It had never felt voices before. Distant food, it thought. It considered whether to leave its hunting grounds.
OOC:
- It's a training thread
- It's not a training thread
- Meet new padawans
- Discuss tactics
- Hunt a thing
- Eventually nope spiders will arrive