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Joined October 2024
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This planet and its simple species will devour itself whole in a matter of years unless a strong, guiding hand shows them the way. That is why I am here. You may thank me later.
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Is Earth even worth conquering these days?
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There are little and less words in the language to describe how horrid it is. Nothing quite captures its failings.
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His heart will see reason eventually. It always does. She has faith in strength. This thing is not strong.
She knows the nature of his heart better than most, much as she enjoys tempting its darker aspects. For a priestess, she is showing such little faith…
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Perhaps. Perhaps he’s just too kind a heart beneath his rugged exterior. He would take on such a weakling? Unlikely it grows to be much use. He’ll have his hands full plenty.
Perhaps someone did for him in a different life. Give it to him then. Let him raise the creature. Then it’s death is on no hands but his own.
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Indeed it is. Wretched ball of dirt.
stretching out his wings, taking in his surroundings with a keen and 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 judgmental eye. scoffing; such a hideous planet.
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He is so sweet to offer his body in place of another. Would he prefer she feed the thing to its sire? Perhaps then it would offer up some contribution. It will not last long either way. Now or later. Her hands or the kennel master’s.
If she must strike something she can always strike him. The animals haven’t done anything worthy of that ire.
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Idly bouncing a club against one gloved palm. What she intends to use it on remains to be seen. Perhaps this whining, mewling litter of mutts in the castle kennels.
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Her turn to laugh, and she does. Head tilted back, a fully body bout of laughter. Her boredom is cured. β€œYou are always such a delight to have at court.” Still laughing softly.
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β€œNonsense. You are quite well favored in the court for your…entertainment abilities.” A gloved hand gestures towards two of the massive guards posted by a heavy door. They enter and return with a squirming denier-of-the-faith. Holding the purple humanoid man steady before >
β€œI believe you are the only person who would describe anything about me as amusing, princess.” He held his tongue before saying anymore. He craved a more familiar way of speaking with her, but now was not the time. They were not alone.
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< their leader. β€œWould you like the honors, sir?” Yellow eyes peer up at him. If he will not, there are several itching for the opportunity to please her.
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I’m quite well aware of your preferences, sir. They do amuse me so.
I prefer to dismember through extreme force. Ranged weaponry is very satisfying as well, with the right caliber that is…
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I suppose? Such a crude term. I prefer flaying.
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What amusement is there on betting empire wealth? The pain is the profit. Their blood and flesh a debt paid in full.
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