This small one, you ask, was meat. Found them as a baby, was going to raise them to make them big enough to be a real meal. Yes they are human, they are my child. They are VORAX! Touch them, and you will suffer before I let you die. -- Anon Guest
This is mine, by right of conquest. I decide what is done with it. Touch it and lose a limb. This was small, and soft, and vulnerable. This... was meat. Until I learned differently.
The teeth only look blunt and useless. This small creature has cracked my claw carapaces with their bite more than once. They have done so to my raidmates, who attempted to steal them from me. Many have learned not to take them from me.
The arms only look vulnerable and weak. I have witnessed with my own eyes how this creature can hurl small objects with force and accuracy. Enough to end a life without any seeming effort. I realised that my meat was not meat. So I taught them to be one of us.
They do not have armour, but we have made them some. They do not have claws, but they can use anything as a weapon. They are just as savage as any raidmate aboard. Just as hungry. Just as vicious. Just as much as a warrior.
She is one of us.
And every time we meet with other raiders, it is the same battle. She is mine. SHe is my daughter. She is my family. Yet there are others who would insist that she is meat.
She is Vorax. Touch her against her will and die.
By her hand or mine.
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