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The small male goblin sniffled quietly for a little while. He hunched over in solitude with brownish green fingers tapping the dirty cave floor too ease his anxiety. The satisfaction it gave was brief and soothing, muted vibrations traveling up his digits into his hand while the sounds of countless fellow goblins filled the rest of the void.

Close by Emri was a rounder goblin who gave off the general airs of someone who you didn’t want to mess with even at the lowly age of three days. Instead the small goblin sought to find other distractions. His legs struggled to press his small frame from the cave’a surface until he eventually stood and his yellowed eyes scanned his surroundings. They were in a cave but it was relatively easy for him to see with the minimal lighting, and as he quietly stepped around he kept his eyes glued to the floor.

Emri took note of every standout he spotted on the ground, a terribly small beetle, a small fragment of bone, and even a pointy triangular rock. He didn’t want to wander too far away from the rest of his brothers and sisters and as he drew deeper into the cave Emri froze in fear with an abrupt halt in his steps and quietly made his way back to the area with the rest of the young.

He found his little sitting area once again, planting himself in the concave that fit his small body and pulled the beetle out. Rather than immediately kill the small creature Emri took the time to analyze it. Goblins were weak creatures who hunted small prey outside their hovels, but when there wasn’t prey to be hunted they resorted to harvesting cave mushrooms and small bugs that were easy to come by. This six-legged black beetle seemed to be one such food source, it’s shell wasn’t all that hard and other than it’s lackluster pincers it didn’t really have a means to fighting back. 

Now mind you, Emri was hungry like all of the rest. But he knew that if some of them were going to be hunting any time soon, the stronger ones would be more efficient in their role with a full belly. So maybe. His eyes glanced back over to the round boy goblin who had found a spot to situate himself close to Emri’s own, taking in mind that he wasn’t a rock smasher like the others he went out and took a chance on the intimidating brother.

He didn’t recall the fellow goblin’s name so rather than fail an attempt Emri gathered his courage and rose once again to his feet. The clothed goblin stomped over to him with the beetle struggling in his clenched right hand. Offering it to the brother the goblin briefly spoke in a volume that would carry through the rest of the cave’s noise. [color=AF9A5A][b]”Food for the strong.”[/b][/color]

The hand remained outstretched, but the tension was horrifically visible on the small goblin’s face as if he were bracing for impact. 
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