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Night over the Kalahari. A spooky thing, if you're not used to it. But the inhabitants of the underground are not effected by it at all.
And the inhabitants of the upper ground had no idea of the atrocity going on beneath them as they slept.
If they only knew.
Deep, deep under the surface, a dark shadow moved silently through the darkness, through a series of entry ways and tunnels.
It had one goal.
It had one reason to be there.
It had one mission to complete.
If it didn't... Dire consequences were to be distributed.
It moved stealthily through the empty tunnels, making sure to go the way quietly, as so not to disturb the other meerkats that were sleeping.
How it wished to be among them.
It's gaze settled on a small meerkat family. A mother, a father, and a tiny baby. All sleeping soundly, cuddled up to one another. Such love... Such peace... Such innocence.
How it longed to be apart of such a wonderful family. How it longed to have retained the same innocence that was shown on the pup's face.
But it knew better than to dream. It had a job to complete.
And it hated to think of the consequences.
It continued, creeping to the appointed tunnel. Peeking in, it was tenanted by one lone meerkat.
This was the one it would kill.
He was a big meerkat, a pleasant smile on his face as he slept. He had brown head-fur, and, though it couldn't tell since his eyes were closed, it already knew he had bright hazel-colored eyes. It pulled the little leaf from beneath it's arm, revealing a fang.
Meerkats are immune to several poisons.
But they are just as vulnerable as the next creature to snake venom.
The fang was perfectly preserved; it still had a full poison sack attached to it.
Perfect for what it was going to do.
It waited for her prey to roll over onto his back. After he did, it set upon him.
It was over in meer seconds.
His eyes opened in shock as he stared ahead of him. "W-what?" He stared down at the fang and empty poison sack hanging from his chest. "But..." His eyes searched about, looking for the one responsible. "Come out here," he called hesitantly, his voice shaking as the poison began to work.
And it did as it was told. It stepped out of the shadows, revealing itself to be a young meerkat. His eyes grew even wider as he looked over the felon. "But, no. It can't be you, it can't-" He choked.
The meerkat responsible simply stared. "I'm sorry, Dumi. I really am."
"Why?" He managed to croak.
The young kat stood emotionless. "Gerda. You must understand, she threatened my family. I had to do it."
"You... should... banished..." The poison was taking its tole on Dumi, he lay back on his nest.
The other meerkat bowed its head. "If that's your last wish, fine. I'll go. But think on this before you die; it was your sister, your own flesh in blood, who threatened me. So if you really want your mob safe, you'd best hire somebody to do to her what she did to you."
He stared hard at her. "You... go... do..." And with that, his head fell back, lifeless. The other kat moved forward, settling him into a sleeping position, removing the fang and burying it in the dirt. As it closed his eyes, the meerkat had a grim smile of satisfaction on it's face.
"Don't worry, Dumi. You're wish is my command."