As always, he itched to check on a base as soon as it crested on the horizon, gleefully chittering as he dove beneath the sand, a moving lump of sand and shadows that stopped abruptly past the perimeter.
Something was coming. A smart horseman would have waited. Would have been patient. But instead, Lurks popped his head out of the ground, looking every bit a ridiculous creature that was too-obviously foreign. A small legion of shadowy moths fluttered around his head, making him even more of a target.
Maybe this one would want to be his friend. Besides the Star Walker, he wasn't having too much luck. (That, and Cookies, but she was back on the island. Sad.)
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MAY IT BEGIN