#hyron

女子音樂組合 VIVA：李晞彤Carina(隊長)@carinalxt

、姜咏鑫Ada@geungada

、馬思惠Macy@mamasisihuihui

My Star Wars Cryptic Hyron.

Hyron.

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"You're bound! She-- she won't let you-"

Ulrikke paused. Just enough to watch the toreador squirm. She cleared her throat. Then spoke.

"Ye shall not eat of the children of Seth. Ring any bells?" Maniac light in her eyes. The signs of struggle on the body- "Stop. Stop squirming. I'm not going to eat you-"

Teeth clattered together. For a moment, the Primogen calmed. Just a moment. Then Ulrikke threw down her doctor's bag. Pulled out a bonesaw.

"This is work. You're a message. Isn't it great?" Her laugh. Soft. Absurd. "So your dumbfuck prince gets off her ass and does what she's supposed to. Beatnik shit stops when she finds-"

Her tongue clicked.

"... well. You."

Screaming. Disgusting tears of water, too.

"Stop it." But he wouldn't. They never did. Ulrikke hated that about them-- these humanity-kin, with their soft, living skin. Or-- no.

Not hatred.

Hatred was human. And she was not human. She smiled down at the fellow, at his tousled hair and wet eyes.

"You're going to be great," she said. His bones cracked easily; the sawing spurted like he was alive still.

"Why," he managed.

"The Sleepers. Well-- I mean. That's why I'm doin' it like this." His jaw dislocates with a touch. "But it's not, like. Personal. If that helps."

“Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to an old friend of mine”

Hyron assessed the motley bunch sitting at the tavern table. Motley he could deal with; motivations were another matter and he was reserving judgment on that. Still, they had Daifon’s friendship going for them which was a tick in the right column.