He would have never admitted to his friends that he was a bit scared of creatu, but they must have guessed. It was an easy guess though. He had no creatu and bought armor and weapons constantly. His stomach chose that moment to rumble.

    "Of course you would also be against me." He growled at it, but turned towards the woods reluctantly.

            "There is no such thing as wild creatu." He repeated over and over again, as he delved into those dark woods. Suddenly his hand felt something wet and sticky...like.. He screamed, a high pitch girly scream and stumbled backward. His eyes shot to his hand, the dark berry stains showing black in the shadows. He blushed, embarassed and quickly looked around. 

         "No one knows. I'm fine." He said, chuckling nervously. He picked himself and studied the berry stain. Was it safe to eat? His tongue shot out hesiantly and he licked it.

          "Yum." He said, walking over to the berry bush and pulling off several more, popping them into his mouth. He was so engrossed in eating, he didn't hear the rumbling sound until it was behind him. He stopped and slowly looked up into the Berrok's eyes. He froze, images of being eaten, playing around in his mind. In one motion he shot up, screaming and running, again. The Berrok looked confused, then turned to munch on the berries, already forgetting the existence of the man.

 WIP for now. Comments welcomed!