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-Somewhere in the Hawaiian jungle, 12:37 AM
When it arrived, naturally it was unharmed. Unfortunately. The azyre creature scampered up and out of the still green ablazed crater. Such a large hole created by a small creature. Fast ticky movements like an overgrown blue flea if shorts as it moved along the now piled dirt and rocks. The forest had long since ran quiet at the impact.
The alien twitched onto the road. Due to the set sun none travels the is road at the moment, giving the creature more than enough time to look around with those black eyes.
It breathed deep and with that genetically superior nose it sensed something- A pitter patter dropped into it's left antennae. That of which retracted at the sudden damp. Rain it was, a full one too. Nothing out of the ordinary for a topical location, but not like the alien knows. Actually it did seem to hiss into the gray crying clouds.
‘*Rrribbbbitt’
Suddenly there was a new noise in the downpour. A simple dumpy frog is nothing obscene. The blue alien thought differently. Was it wonder? Pure destructive curiosity? Hopefully not. Seemed innocent as the alien poked the frog, kept at it for a poke for two.
Unfortunately as a creature of destruction the frog had to be dealt with by nature. The alien's sharp teeth and wide mouth took the fast work of the amphibian.
Karma was a bittersweet mistress. For the crime of killing, bright light appeared from the end of the road; approaching quite quickly must I add. Only giving the creature enough time to look up before it was hit and subsequently pulled under the giant wheels.
But it was not just one truck, but three. And the creature had gotten the brunt of the first two two trucks before it was all.
Unfortunately they had to stop. Hitting something must be investigated after all. They gathered around the back wheels of the last truck. One of them had a flashlight, light drifting around the underbelly of the large vehicle.
The blue alien was only semi shaken up, a bit dirty as well, but still mentally thinking. It harbored no fear of getting caught. Moreso the underside soon became a bit noisy. A small growling like gears grinding in rust. It led the men to believe they ran over some still alive cat.
It was not a cat, they learned the hard way.