#illithidparasite

HE HOLDS THE EDGE OF HIS TALON BETWEEN HIS INCISORS, chewing on it as another thought flashes through his brain, legs crossed as he sits perched atop somewhere high to watch the other eat from an advantageous angle with a thoughtful, satisfied expression on his face, ankles swinging and neck slightly tilted as he ponders. "So when you eat... do you get different kinds of nourishment from different bodies? Or... is it all much of the same?"

The teeth and the maw work as he props himself forward to inspect it closer, curiosity igniting bright in the vibrant hues of his eyes as his elbow digs into his knee for support, and his palm comes to rest under the jut of his small chin so he can linger comfortably and without hurry. "What would happen if you devoured something godly? I mean..." Was that even feasible? He's not entirely sure why the thought comes to him, other than he enjoys watching Mora gorge himself. "Could you even do that?"

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘  𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃.

   ╰┈➤    @illithidparasite

𝟖𝟕.  𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐆.  -  𝐊𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚

        ❝   TELL   ME   SOMETHING   I  don't  know.   ❞

The mindless gnawing comes to an abrupt stop as the drow's red eyes flicker upwards, a bashful blush blooming on the tip of his ears as the two hands holding its claw in place slowly retreat, wiping a string of mucus and saliva from his lips. "...do not..." suddenly coy, he adamantly clings to the lie, aiming his gaze down at the ground, knowing full well it could not hope to hold secrecy from it—blast and damnation... he rubs the back of his head, secretly hoping it didn't broadcast this to the rest of the colony. "It just has a lot of chewable bits and... umm... drow like eating hands." Sure, why not, might as well go with that. Can't it just let him get away with this one tiny lie for the sake of his pride, just this once? This worked so much better when he was deceiving rivvil...

     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  .

"Well, I have eyes, you know? Perhaps not as many as you, but still..." he's hurt it'd even ask. "Smash. Obviously." Obviously. "Hopefully in many forms... and all across the time and space—but um, wait a minute... don't you already know this?" a pause. "...If this is an attempt to fluster me, I do not condone it," he chides gently. "Who even taught this forbidden knowledge, anyways? ...I'm not sure I love that you now know about this game."

The Old Serpent spares the ulitharid shape looming above it a brief, sideways glance; the shadow is welcome, the intentions veiled beneath such bold proximity, not so much; waves of disapproval ripple through the air, though it remains superficially composed.

Yellow pupils narrow, the thin slits scrutinizing it as it turns his head to follow. "Such a... large vessel must surely require effort to maintain..." it hummed, its wide maw threatening the shape of a smile. "If it is slumber it requires for longevity... you need not be coy—I'd be happy to alleviate the husk's burden..."

@illithidparasite inquired – "It desired to come as well." Said about the... very odd intellect devourer sitting upon the shoulder of the equally odd ulitharid. // aka it subtly showing off its own kitty o}

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞. But that thought lies beneath many layers of his psyche... Though his unimpressed facial features might signal such a thought.

Behind him, Us, among many of his other intellect devourers, shifts in uncertainty.

" ...I see. " The Emperor responds plainly, looking from the devourer back to the ulitharid. " And what knowledge does it deem worthy of this meeting? "

"Hunger in itself is not mindless; to leave it untouched is. Mind and body are unforgiving if such is ignored." // @illithidparasite

“While that may be true, one cannot simply bask in hunger unchecked. It’s in the hunger that we lose ourselves completely.” Liri replies quickly, picking at the blades of grass from where she sits with her legs crisscrossed on the bank of the river. There’s pressing matters to attend to, she knows. A battlefield beyond, desolated and destroyed. The woman had lost control within it – tormented and tempted by the power that feeds and gnaws its way through her bloodstream. The ever growing tadpole floating around didn’t help that pull – the need and want to burrow and fester. The hunger. The angry want.

Liridona rubs her temple with a agitated sigh. She hates admitting someone is right, no matter how much she might find truth in the statement.

“Is there something you wish to say? You’ve seen the creature I am, the form I take," another sigh, this one longer and heavier. “Have you come to tell me I need to control myself better? Or is giving in to hunger your only advice?”

Her words are sharp. The tone is clearly icy after nearly striking out at friends and foes alike. It had been a moment she could brush off. They suspected it was part of her beast shape, a slip up but... A skill, not the curse it truly was. After a breath or two, she lets her shoulders sag. “I apologize. I suppose sleep has seen me less than I desire these days, and… it was a long fight. Forgive me for speaking harshly to you.”

@illithidparasite – "I wouldn't go in there."

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐥. The heavy, psionic energy from within the inner sanctum calls to him like a low buzz– a bee being summoned to its hive. The ulitharid isn't weak-willed, though.

His fist clenches, and upon unfurling it, a ball of psionic light forms. " ...And what would you suggest? " Other hand behind his back, he turns to face them. " I wouldn't take you for... finding culling the enthralled disappointing. "