( Now, Kuthuba appears — for once since the beginning of this conversation, less eerie than wary, frightened by slim and dark and previously hidden memories that glimmer awake.
Whatever hurt was put in Kuthuba, whatever distorted this sickly, twisted body, seems to have taken an even greater toll on the mind. )
Uncommon, unnatural... claws and fangs, long, sharp. Hunting all night, hunting all day. No fur. Wet skins. Gnawing. Do not eat what they kill, always. Game to them. Sport. Only blood matters. Cruel! Disgusting.
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Beasts? Beasts...
( Now, Kuthuba appears — for once since the beginning of this conversation, less eerie than wary, frightened by slim and dark and previously hidden memories that glimmer awake.
Whatever hurt was put in Kuthuba, whatever distorted this sickly, twisted body, seems to have taken an even greater toll on the mind. )
Uncommon, unnatural... claws and fangs, long, sharp. Hunting all night, hunting all day. No fur. Wet skins. Gnawing. Do not eat what they kill, always. Game to them. Sport. Only blood matters. Cruel! Disgusting.