Day 1 - Entry 2

I found a place to hide in one of their spare sleeping chambers, under a resting platform. It has been six long hours since my abduction and I am starting to think I may never see the outsides again. But that thought, no matter how unsettling, pales in comparison to the two questions I can seem to stop asking myself. How often do humans need to eat, and what do they eat? The thin one is not helping to quell my building anxiety at all.

Every so often it will walk into the sleeping chamber, get down on those abnormally thin knees and look under the resting platform as it speaks unintelligible gibberish. This last time it made a clicking noise with its pasty thin lips as it stuck one of those long malformed arms in my direction. It goes without saying that I had no choice except to respond with greater force, which I did by unleashing a coordinated series of swiping attacks, talons extended. See I say it like that because it sounds so much cooler than a frantic flurry of unnamed paws only unleashed in its general direction, which is easily countered by, well, moving. And honestly, it didn’t even have to move that fast. I am pretty sure it was mocking me as it withdrew from the sleeping chamber. I hate this form and I hate this planet.

On a brighter note, I have not seen the harry one since he first cast me into the insides from the outsides. I guess the thin human could be a diversion while the harry one flanks me. Inferior beings, I have studied the great military leaders of my time. I will be doing the distracting here, now watch as I distract them from their distraction.