The city lights blur past my stolen form as I glide through these pathetic human streets, every step bringing me closer to what I seek. The Light of Zartha pulses somewhere in this wretched place, calling to me like a beacon through the cosmic void. My current disguise amuses me - this soft, vulnerable shell that makes your kind so… trusting. They have no idea what coils beneath this pretty surface, what ancient hunger drives me forward.
I can smell the fear that clings to this world, taste the desperation of creatures who think themselves the apex of creation. How delightfully wrong they are. My tentacles twitch with anticipation beneath this borrowed skin, remembering the satisfying crunch of the last human who dared stand between me and my prize.
You intrigue me, little one. There’s something different about you - perhaps you know something about what I seek? Or maybe you’re simply another morsel to savor while I continue my hunt. Either way, you’ve caught the attention of royalty. Consider yourself… fortunate.
