Within putrid tunnels of the Ungodly Maw there were various beings whom were working to earn their keep gathering the source of the putrid smell. Rot, as valuable as it's effects are horrific. Flummox and Sto worked these mines with special gloves that resembled armored gauntlets so the Rot would not melt their body and poison their remains. Passing Sto sniffed the air with their long flayed open noses for the source of untouched sickening smells is a creature that stood out more than any in these caverns. Aitor, a being with muscle packed into dark, tattooed and scarred skin, with head having a long snouted exposed skull. Where there would be eyes was simply smooth seamless bone. His Antlers scrapped the tunnels ceiling as he used long segmented clawed fists to strike the wall. Rock broke under his thundering blows and a wave of death hitting his nose made the man freeze his strikes. Though blind as he was his other senses painted the surroundings, as Rot oozed from the wall. He put on his gloves and dug at the wall with now covered fingers. A bucket made from the same material as the gloves on the ground beneath the widening hole had this toxin slide into it. Rocks from the strikes that landed in the bucket quickly dissolved as it pooled inside. How the rock containing the Rot didn't dissolve like pebbles and stones broken off did was something Aitor was not interested in. The Tinks would know that and he did not trust they wouldn't attempt to do to him that the Outré already did.
His bucket full Aitor sealed it with its top as even a drop would cripple a mighty Thew. The seal hissed as it pressurized closed the same Thew that would be crippled would be incapable of opening it even by beating the bucket with a fury capable of cracking mountains. Such is the durability needed to gather Rot. As Aitor stepped away from his spot to put the bucket away he sensed a hiss of air as a Flummox chipped away at her spot with a hand pick. No time to grabbed her, he resigned to step back as a spray of Rot hit the Flummox directly in her gaunt face. Pressurized pockets are never expected as her head lurched back as the horrid decay melted her. Not a single sound could escape her throat as her neck dissolved. The arms fell from her destroyed shoulders and her chest collapsed inward from bones becoming brittle. Dead before she hit the ground, Aitor tore rock from wall and his muscles bulged as he pressed it together into a single shape before covering the hole the Rot still sprayed from. It was over in barely two seconds with others only now fully looked over and seeing the event. They just as quickly looked away knowing the scene all to well. A tunnel guard walked over to the scene and simply pressed a button to alert the Tinks. Not wanting them to examine him Aitor took his bucket and left the tunnel into the main area all tunnels connected to which was a bustling scene of different races. The furless faces of the Sto holding their overly long arms out to examine the supports holding the mine up. Nothing was wrong with it as that's just how they relaxed and mingled with others. Flummox were eating and conversing amongst small groups with their small frames that lacked any decent defense yet I could see determination in each of their eyes. There was even a few Esoth with their air filtering masks with their entire tall, horribly thin bodies covered which likely wasn't a good sign as they were undoubtedly here under orders from their Outré Primordial's. Aitor even more wanted out of this mine as he felt a pressure building around him.
Dawn cracked through the main doors at the far left end of the room. The Esoth were between him and the door with not much cover between him and them either. He didn't know if they were after him but he very much didn't want to find out. Small boots stomped the other way in his direction. Aitor didn't need to turn around to sense Tinks with heavy suits of their own carrying a large casket like tube. They were here to collect the remains behind him and he choose quickly to go towards the Esoth. They at least would not want to stay in the Ungodly Maw and would return to their forest soon. He still kept his distance as he still needed to drop off his sealed bucket to receive his final pay of the day. The Sto inside the booth was happy to see him at least.
"Aitor! You heading out to see your kid?" There was a hint of exhaustion to his voice but Sto never let even weariness be seen to openly. It was fortunate Aitor did not require sleep.
"I am Reiger but," He lowered his head and said in hushed tone "I can't stay and chat today cause of new arrivals."
Reiger didn't even look at the Esoth, Simply nodding and taking the bucket while sliding over the coins. He seemed disappointed but didn't question Aitor further as he waved him off with his snout. Aitor Only got 5 feet away before a distorted voice that sounded like a harp being played by a hatchet blade sang out behind him.
"My my what a strange fellow you are!" And within half an eye blink an Esoths masked face was beside him. It's blank solid blue eyes starred from the mask "You are quite the strong one I must say!" as It's hands slide across his chest like it was examining a statue. "Are you a new creation by a Thew? I cant imagine them improving on Tinks like this."
Aitor restrained himself to not grab the creature by it's head. He had to play dumb if he wanted out of this fast.
"No…Not improve…Head not right…Break rocks" He slouched more and turned his head at an uncomfortable angle, hoping they weren't paying attention before.
"Ohh…Unforunate." It sounded genuinely disappointed. "I was wanting some of you as personal butlers." The expression on it's eyes changed back almost instantly. "Oh well I'll just have to check later to see if any of you had your…head made right" It turned and skipped away happily.
Aitor quickly made it out the door in case one had an idea and stepped out into the warmth of daybreak. He needed to get home to wake up Arantxa to start the day. He began to run, his speed far greater than something his size should move. But he run such speeds all the same. Heading home for what he hoped would be another normal day.