The human had sustained a head wound that rendered him mentally unsound. That was the only explanation Irriari could come up with, as there was no other way any human in Ravok would be so foolish to try sway her opinion with an offer. Even the merchants didn’t bother showcasing their wares when she passed by. Anyone with a working pair of eyes and a half functioning brain knew that they had nothing she valued other than the skin that they wore. Unsurprisingly, few were willingly to part with it.
The way the human had worded his offer showed that he was a man who had far too much pride running through his veins. Through stupidity, luck, or naked ambition, he had fallen into the belief that he knew what other people desired. Such claims were bold at best and often demonstrated that the brash human that uttered the remark was exceedingly out of touch with the reality in which he functioned. The reasoning behind his comment didn’t matter to the zith. Whether he was stupid, deranged, cocky, or insane made no difference in how she would react to him. Above all else he was human. As if that wasn’t damning enough, he had managed to infuriate her in ways that no other human had come close to achieving. If awards were given to those that angered the zith, this human would share the top prize on the podium next to the akalak. Of course, any good award came with more than just recognition, and Irriari intended to make it known what his lack of discretion had earned.
Irriari stepped closer to the man and looked deeply into his eyes, hoping that he would be stupid enough to repeat his offer. Few things delighted her more than a fool that refused to part with his beliefs. They were the most fun to break. He remained silent, obviously hoping that she would take the bait that he had offered. She paused for a moment and reflected on his wording. There were too many points to address, so she settled with addressing them one at a time.
“You know that I can’t refuse your offer? Were you a slave in my colony? Were you so far back in the mushroom farms that I failed to notice you? No, no, that can’t be the case. I made an effort to hurt every slave that damaged my mushrooms.”
She paused for a moment and dug a claw into one of the wounds that was still dripping blood, making sure to stretch the wound open just a bit further. After he gave her the reaction she desired, Irriari continued speaking.
“So you weren’t a slave and you haven’t been to the colony. You claimed to know what I wanted. That’s a lie. But I’m used to it. Humans lie all the petching time. You see a zith and you think that we’re lesser than you, that it’s okay to lie. The only problem with that logic is the fact that I can hear your heartbeat. I can hear it start to race as you lie. I can see the droplets of sweat that bead on your forehead. It really pisses me off. You aren’t worthy to speak to my kind and then when you do, you lie.”
Irriari grabbed the man’s hair and pulled it downward, wrenching his neck at a painful angle. She held it there as she continud speaking, her voice quivering with the raw emotion that flooded her veins at the thought of harming him.
“I want to see you cry. I want to see everything you are break apart as you piss yourself and beg me to stop. You’ll offer to my slave, you’ll offer to slash your own wrists to make the suffering stop. It won’t stop. I will petching feed on your pain until there isn’t a drop left to wring out from your pathetic wingless husk of a body. Don’t offer something you can’t provide.”
With that, Irriari released the man’s hair and walked away to face the Ebonstryfe soldier that addressed her. Any begging or words that came from the human behind her would be ignored- he had already proven himself to be nothing more than a worthless liar.
The way the human had worded his offer showed that he was a man who had far too much pride running through his veins. Through stupidity, luck, or naked ambition, he had fallen into the belief that he knew what other people desired. Such claims were bold at best and often demonstrated that the brash human that uttered the remark was exceedingly out of touch with the reality in which he functioned. The reasoning behind his comment didn’t matter to the zith. Whether he was stupid, deranged, cocky, or insane made no difference in how she would react to him. Above all else he was human. As if that wasn’t damning enough, he had managed to infuriate her in ways that no other human had come close to achieving. If awards were given to those that angered the zith, this human would share the top prize on the podium next to the akalak. Of course, any good award came with more than just recognition, and Irriari intended to make it known what his lack of discretion had earned.
Irriari stepped closer to the man and looked deeply into his eyes, hoping that he would be stupid enough to repeat his offer. Few things delighted her more than a fool that refused to part with his beliefs. They were the most fun to break. He remained silent, obviously hoping that she would take the bait that he had offered. She paused for a moment and reflected on his wording. There were too many points to address, so she settled with addressing them one at a time.
“You know that I can’t refuse your offer? Were you a slave in my colony? Were you so far back in the mushroom farms that I failed to notice you? No, no, that can’t be the case. I made an effort to hurt every slave that damaged my mushrooms.”
She paused for a moment and dug a claw into one of the wounds that was still dripping blood, making sure to stretch the wound open just a bit further. After he gave her the reaction she desired, Irriari continued speaking.
“So you weren’t a slave and you haven’t been to the colony. You claimed to know what I wanted. That’s a lie. But I’m used to it. Humans lie all the petching time. You see a zith and you think that we’re lesser than you, that it’s okay to lie. The only problem with that logic is the fact that I can hear your heartbeat. I can hear it start to race as you lie. I can see the droplets of sweat that bead on your forehead. It really pisses me off. You aren’t worthy to speak to my kind and then when you do, you lie.”
Irriari grabbed the man’s hair and pulled it downward, wrenching his neck at a painful angle. She held it there as she continud speaking, her voice quivering with the raw emotion that flooded her veins at the thought of harming him.
“I want to see you cry. I want to see everything you are break apart as you piss yourself and beg me to stop. You’ll offer to my slave, you’ll offer to slash your own wrists to make the suffering stop. It won’t stop. I will petching feed on your pain until there isn’t a drop left to wring out from your pathetic wingless husk of a body. Don’t offer something you can’t provide.”
With that, Irriari released the man’s hair and walked away to face the Ebonstryfe soldier that addressed her. Any begging or words that came from the human behind her would be ignored- he had already proven himself to be nothing more than a worthless liar.