bullit

*steals all the threads*

Malrok, like his siblings, was a simple creature. He cared for little except warmth, food, and comfort. Though he did not know it, he currently held his brother Sitamat from the fate of falling to the dirt floor. Now, he awoke, squirming his way from the place of warmth and comfort in search of food. In the process, he would dislodge his brother and send him rolling in whatever direction gravity decided to take him.

Unfortunately for Malrok, he had started off in the wrong direction, and was now surrounded by nothing but air on all sides except for the bottom, which was more dirt. He cried out for help.