abyssal

The void was an interesting place, desolate and quiet. Not even a pin drop could be heard, if you could drop one that is. Everybody thinks the void is no livable place, and they'd be right, *kind of*. Certain players can live there, voidwalkers. And Spoke, so happened to be one.

The most dangerous kind, the ones to stay away from, the ones who have god complexes and power trips at such a young age, the ones that hunt and feed on weaker voidlings. And thats what he tried on a particular day.

Heading out into the void, glancing around for anything, anybody, it had been weeks since he had last eaten. His stomach growled through the silence of the void, his little body carrying him through the silence that followed afterwards. Until a voice started to grow louder from the left of him, his pointed ears perked trying to tell which way when he lifted his hands up.. left.. right..? Ah! That way. A grin started to creep slowly on his face as he finally figured out which way was left. Spoke slowly hovered over in that direction until he saw a taller outline of a person, voidling standing just a few feet in front of him. Once he noticed how close he was, he slowly sunk down into the "void floor" into the shadows, and shuffled his way closer behind this other voidling. Silent, stealthy movements. Until he was right behind, and up came out of the shadows was him.

Spoke jumped onto the back of this other voidling, trying to do the best he could with his small weak body to get this one down to the ground. But he wouldnt budge, low quiet growls escaped from him as he ended up just dangling off of this person. Arms wrapped around his neck and shoulder from behind from trying to get him down. The voidling spoke in a more.. professional tone, a serious one, demanding. "Seriously? Jesus christ cant even go on a walk in the void without little kids trying to devour me.."

Spoke clung on for dear life until the taller, older voidling shook him off, making his arms slip from around his neck and he fell back onto the void floor, hissing at the pain up his back. The older voidling cleared his throat and turned to look at him. "Want to explain why you tried to kill me, kid?" his voice still that professional tone. The smaller kid mumbled curses back in Enderian before speaking broken English, "I- was.. hungry, haven't eaten in - days?" Spoke's voice was quiet, a shake in his voice.

The taller held out his hand with a tired sigh, Spoke taking it hesitantly and shakily. Standing up and not making any eye contact. His hand was then let go of whilst the rummaging through a backpack could be heard, and thats when the older voidling held out some raw ender food, meat from enderman, "Here, take this. Im Jamato, by the way, you're Spoke. Correct?" Spoke's pointed little ears perked up and turned to look at the man, taking the food from his hands quickly and immediately chewing on it aggressively with the little sharp teeth he had. He mumbled and nodded whilst munching on the food, tearing it apart and looking back at Jamato with half of the food left in his hands. "I am, Spoke- or.. Silus, only Ash calls- me Silus,"