It was somebody's birthday today and my very lovely aunt sent me to deliver him a present… a huge present… all the way across the undercity. You know how it is with "birthdays". It's a family social obligation. Also my "aunt" is a kraul. Very lovely. Let's just say she's hard to say no to. So, I packed some gear, put a harness on my horse-half, and hooked myself up to a wagon.
I'm pretty familiar with the tunnels, I've made trips this way before, but some idiot decided to go and get petrified right in the middle of a passage. The statue really wouldn't budge and I couldn't squeeze past him. I had to find a detour. So I doubled back, wagon in tow, to an abandoned prison of some kind, where there's a big hole on the other side of a locked cell door. Debris from a jailbreak littering the cell. All I had to do was pick the lock and I'd be headed in the right direction!
The only problem with that plan was there was a sleeping maaka in there, too. Filthy and probably sick. Still chained to the wall. The debris from the hole looked like someone tried to get in to the cell, with a hammer. I think the maaka ate whoever tried to break them out of their jail cell, out of starvation. Destroyed her chance at life by eating her only means of escape.
I unhooked from the wagon… and as quietly as I could, I used a set of picks to lift each pin… I had my ears held right up against the lock, straining to hear them click into place one at a time. Click… click… until finally I could turn the lever. As I unlocked the barred door I turned my head to see nothing but the six cat-slit eyes of the maaka. She pounced forward, her paw sent the door swinging with a CREEEEAK and a metal CLANG -- hit me square in my face. My hooves stumbled over the wagon and punched a hole in my cargo. The "present" was opened, it's stench filling the room. The maaka strained against her chains, desperate to eat me, or to eat the horrible smelling box, I'm not sure.
I stared in shock as I scrambled to find the right course of action. I had a few moments until she broke the chains. I realized, then, that the maaka is just like that kraul. Intimidating, but starving and weak, in a tight bind, looking for someone easy to pick on. I have too much dignity for that, or for this. I grabbed an old poleaxe from the warden's post and severed her chains. The maaka fell forward towards me, growling and flailing, but I stood my ground, weapon ready. I watched her circle around me, and then dart away through an open door.
I finished the trip but I'm not doing that kraul's job for her again.