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[circumspector]

[ Angel's feature's flicker onto the screen, black-eyed, black hair, those strange blue markings that adorn her body down her left side and right horn, that telltale hint of fur that appears across her shoulders, her neck, collar-like. Decidedly, completely, not human. ]

Hi. There has never been an easy way to have this conversation so I am just going to jump into it. I'm a monster. [ Her long ears flick, pricking to sound, her chin resting in the palm of her hand. Her thick, black claws that come to flat ends tap against her cheek. ] It's a long, long story. But the sum of it is pretty straight forward, there was a God. She took people like this place takes people, she turned us into things. I became this. I wasn't always this, nor was I chosen for any grand reason. But now I am capable of smashing through concrete with one kick, I can lift ten or twelves my own weight, and I weight a lot, despite my size.

But that and the horns isn't why I call myself a monster. I'm a monster because I crave human flesh. I can and have eaten living people. I didn't get a choice about it. I can sate it when things are good. Raw meat of animals will do the trick. But, if I put it off any meat at all long enough, the hunger becomes ravenous, and I get taken over by this... this rage and hunger. I might - care for you, want happy things for you. But when I am like that? I'm not your friend. I'm not human. I'm not... not me. I can manage it, but this place just wiped my memories for a few days, so I can't make that assurance it will never happen.

So this is my permission. The day that happens, and you can't trap me or stop me, you can put a bullet in my head. I won't cling selfishly to a life where I am hurting someone to fuel myself. I'll only regret it when I come out of it. If it's me or someone else, I'll always pick for someone else to live over me hurting someone just because I am like... this.

[ She clears her throat, because what else is there to really say? So just... ]

... Do you think Tequila is bad for the Reindire? I keep feeding them mine.

[ #nailedit ]

Comments

[circumitus]

Ah, so you don't need human meat to survive -- you just need to hunt one? [Like a cat.]

Killing you won't be a problem, but would rather that be a last resort. Do the cravings ever die down if you're isolated or is killing something always required?

[circumspector]

Hard to say, I'm trying to figure it out. Way back when, it had to be human meat and it had to be my kill. I think it had to do with the idea of a soul, of the hunt and the sacrafice of it all. But since I haven't been in the Fog God's grasp, it's dulled, it doesn't seem to be human anymore, but... killing something is required before it stops.

[circumitus]

The "rules" might be different here, then. Not that we can just cross our fingers and hope for the best, but it's good to explore options before we jump to killing you.

[Normally she wouldn't hesitate. She'd agree to the deal and leave it at that. That would be lifetimes ago for her, and her priorities have changed now. She's not quite the same as she once was. Funny how that works.]

[circumspector]

There is livestock here - it might be worth throwing one of those at me to try and calm me down, too.

[ It's not an easy choice, no matter how it's cut. But it had to be made. ]

[circumitus]

Sure, could just cowtip something on the surface levels for you, no problem.

[It shoulds like that should be a joke, but Rey isn't joking.]

[circumspector]

It's definitely a good first step. It does basically come down to the worst case of hangry anyone has ever had.