Sangaal winked slowly at the wizard she'd just battered. You'll die soon. You're so weak.
Of course, being a Demon, by 'soon', Sangaal could have meant anything from a few hours to a decade, to a couple of centuries. She tilted her head to the side and thrashed her tail. She'd meant the first. And stupid, too. What are you drivelling on about? Insanity can only be conquered by fear? The 'likes of me'? You do understand, human, I have crushed far greater beings than you. This 'hunger' you so idiotically speak of, it can transcend death, can it? I can. I have. And I daresay I will again. You say I am 'less than an insect' to you. You think the insect has intelligence enough to perceive even beings as lowly as you? The problem here, little mortal, soft, squishy, breakable human, is that you consider me as the insect considers you. You are too stupid, too cosseted in your own comforting little idea of what the world is, too limited in your understanding to even begin to fear that which you should.
Sangaal the Vrock spread her wings, feathers reflecting lurid green and red light on the wizard's face. She noticed that his mask was still clutched in her hand and rolled her eyes. Wizards and their bloody theatrics. She considered tossing it down to him, before deciding that the temptation to toss it at
him was too strong, so crushed
it. Then, with another insolant wink, she flew higher, allowing Naxus a cheeky glimpse up her loincloth.
The Vrock, although she had silly goose (pretty large ones, too) didn't have a silly goose. She didn't have anything at all. 'Her' feathers continued over smooth flesh.
Like a Ken doll.
It was pretty fucking horrifying.
She landed on Reine's boat, rather more gracefully and delicately than she'd bothered landing in front of the human. Reine, the Elven Queen of the Amazons!
Sangaal greeted the petite woman, her 'voice' thrumming with good humour. She doubted the wizard would learn. In fact, she was certain he wouldn't. Soon his idiotic, unfounded arrogance would reveal itself, and he would enter realms of pain even she found difficult to imagine. This pleased her. What pleased her more, was that if she did well, the Lady might see fit to let her play with him. My, my. You have collected a pretty bunch of... subjects.