Bear the Olive

Bheiri Stays Over

Thunder roared outside the strangers hive, Bheiri, or Bear, has been forced to take shelter in an old rust bloods hive until the rains pass by.

Its never good to be out in the rain on this planet. You could be hit by a stray acid or be caught by a seadweller.

Seadwellers were always a fascination for Bear. He day dreamed of himself being a violet blooded royal. Standing side by side with the highest blood!

But alas that is not to come. Bear is nothing but a olive blood.

An olive blood murderer.

But thats besides the point.

He didn't kill them. No.

An unsuspected one killed them.

Acid is heard as it hits one of the pink leaved trees that had over stayed their welcome anyway.

Yet another. It sounds like the human equivalent of thunder and lightning. Almost right upon the olive blood.

He looks up from his journal.

8weep 3

I have not yet found the rea8on why thi8 old troll let me into her hive. But I thank her at every chance I get. The old one has lo8t her lusus probably 8weeps ago. I find no rea8on to argue 8o I plan to leave early before it rain8 again.

He closes the journal. He has only kept track of the sweeps has he, unfortunately, had not got any lessons on much troll culture.

He only knows what his flush crush tells him. He hasn't heard from her and he barely got half way there before he heard a stray acid sizzle next to him.

Thank God the hives have been improved to keep off acid rain and deflect the sun.

Though it is still being improved on winds it is better than it had been.

Bear looks around, to his right was a recoupracoon. Left was a door and straight ahead was a desk with paper on it. Plus some blood pens.

How do they even find the volunteers to do that.

He shivers at the thought.

He decides to slip into the recoupracoon after removing his clothing and soaks in the green slime.

Soon Bheiri falls into a deep slumber.