From: A Collection
It was during a particularly good snraek-time that something unimaginable happened to Aurgor. Aurgor actually believed that had it not been for the goodness of the snraek, the event would have probably gone a lot worse. As he was talking to his reflection about a particularly ill-tempered, long tailed tunnel-crawler he had caught his ears picked up the sound of something walking towards his station from the farthest entrance. At first he dismissed it, but then his mind grasped the reality of the sound. Something was in his station! Somehow, and Aurgor couldn’t imagine how, some foreign entity had found its way through the maze of tunnels, collapsed doorways, blocked paths, and crumbled walls into his abode. This did not sit well with Aurgor. In stunned silence Aurgor listened to the thing walk closer and closer to where he was standing. He was sure it was drawn to the light of his snraek-fire. After sixty-seven beats of Aurgor’s heart, an Other walked into the light of Aurgor’s station. At first it stared at the camp in bewilderment, then it saw Aurgor standing just outside of the ring of light. It spoke it’s screaming voice. He had heard this particular cry a thousand times but he was never able to determine a meaning beyond identifying the males from the females. The males and a low voice and the females had a high one. This particular Other was a female and her cry echoed wildly around Aurgor’s station.
From: A Collection
Life in the station was a mundane one. He would spend his time gathering mold where he could find it and hunting tunnel-crawlers where he could find them. He would then combine the two with water, cook them into a food, which he called “snraek,” and eat it. He would do this whenever he had enough ingredients for a snraek. Sometimes the time between each snraek was long, sometimes it was very short. It depended on the season. The only time Aurgor did not eat snraek was when he ventured out of the Station, which was about every six or seven snraeks. That too depended on the season. Whenever he did go out he would find the most interesting thing he could and eat it. If he found that it wasn’t edible, he would keep it as a decoration for his station; if he found that it was, well, it was eaten. What was interesting mostly depended on Aurgor’s mood. Sometimes what was interesting was what was the shiniest. Sometimes what was interesting was what smelled the best, or looked the strangest, or felt the softest. He found that some interesting tastes were often more edible while others were usually more decorative, as a result Aurgor’s hunger would also determine what was interesting. He tried his best to go out with the moon; there weren’t as many Others out when the moon shone and the less he had to deal with them and their loud, screaming way of speaking the better.
This is also something to note. Aurgor’s favorite thing to talk to, for there weren’t any other Aurgors to talk to, was his reflection. He found his voice smooth and warm as it echoed off his station’s walls. He would verbally take count of how many tunnel-crawlers he had caught for this snraek or outwardly reflect about his last outing. He found that his reflection was a very good listener, for whenever he looked at it, it was always staring at him attentively.