The Possessor - 76/76
For all that they seemed to think of themselves as a group, they were nothing but a collection of individuals. If their task would be to take out a monster three times their size, they would succeed not because of team work and cooperation, but because of all those different strategies, one or two were bound to work. Perhaps in some ways that was a strength, but nearly every time would it prove a weakness. He had his doubts they were headed to the surface themselves, but since so many of them were still alive they could not have been here long. With some luck they might point him in the right direction.
At least there was food here. It was nothing like he was used to getting from his owner, not better or worse, simply different. And it was definately more satisfying than eating bugs.
And now, finally, they seemed to be getting organised.
The Possessor stopped playing with the ring he'd snapped around his bola earlier and let it slip into his pocket. He rose to his feet, and joined the others as they walked towards the village center.
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