Try it and die, vermin, they snap back with significantly more ire than their coldly serene air has warranted. They are mine.
They protect the humans for their own purposes, not for the benefit of any other. Yet they have - offered to defend them at Illyria's own expense.
Despite their true, hulking form, Illyria does not recognize themself anymore.
The thought is, abstractly, terrifying.
Terror. Human terror. They are experiencing human terror.
No.
They need violence. Violence will stop this. Violence will remind them of what they are, how little mortality really is to them. They will take pleasure in their violence.
no subject
They protect the humans for their own purposes, not for the benefit of any other. Yet they have - offered to defend them at Illyria's own expense.
Despite their true, hulking form, Illyria does not recognize themself anymore.
The thought is, abstractly, terrifying.
Terror. Human terror. They are experiencing human terror.
No.
They need violence. Violence will stop this. Violence will remind them of what they are, how little mortality really is to them. They will take pleasure in their violence.