Another illustration of mine. The story is a Steemit exclusive.
-It's coming this way!
The machine came running up the hill. An impenetrable tank, armed with a huge drill in front. Destined to destroy their homes. The southern dens were already gone. Families had been caved in, suffocated in the deep of their own tunnels. Now their little network would suffer the same fate.
The little lizard-like creatures ran, jumped into their little tunnels. Rinka turned around.
-No! His father cried. -You Can't stop it! It's invincible!
He ran towards the drill, jumped up on one of the moving belts. He fell, got pulled, got up again. Hung onto a tube under the machine. He bit it. Bit it again, chewed on it. Some kind of liquid came flowing out. It tasted bad, like the toxic ponds down by the factory, but worse. More concentrated.
The Machine stopped.
A creature came out of it, huge and tall, walking on two legs. Rinka crouched. A shadow fell on the belt in front of him. The monster lent forward, looked straight into his hiding place. Their eyes locked. Rinka stared at it, the doom of his kind. This was what it looked like. It was not what he had expected.
He jumped out, right in front of the monster, into the exposition of the sun, into danger. The monster took a step back. It looked after him, scratching its head in puzzlement as he ran over to one of the holes in the ground.
Rinka didn't stop until he was down with the others, deep under ground. They were cheering, applauding. The disaster had been stopped for now, but Rinka knew the drill would soon be fixed. They all knew. They knew they could not stop the inevitable.
There's another story connected to this on my site Fictionspawn Monsters called Digging Holes
