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*There is silence followed by a series of inhuman screeches, not from any form of mouth or vocal cord, but within the confines of your mind. You realize that it is laughter*
Begone worm.
*The eye recedes back into the surging mass of flesh as a white-hot pain rips through your vision. When it clears a few seconds later, you see that I am gone*
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So you claim, but we shall see. This changes nothing, however. I have no gifts to give, and even if I did, I would not lavish them upon a Mtarr'Kahgrok. A lesser being.
*My mass continues to move, although you sense that it will soon reach its end, leaving this area of space empty and vacant. An echo in the wake of god*
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*Continues to barrel past in a churning and tumbling manner*
No, I only eat your kind. Although I suppose I shouldn't say your kind now should I...
*The eye bubbles and pops before swiftly reforming*
...L'tath.
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*The iris narrows horizontally*
No, I'm the Queen of England!
*A low rumble stirs from within the amorphous mass*
What do your eyes tell you, beast? Or have you forgone your ability to see?
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*My bulk continues to slither through your field of view, albeit almost imperceptivity thanks to its sheer size. After a moment or two, however, you realize that it is my skin alone which moves. A large eye has anchored itself in place, the flesh flowing around it like water around a stone, and its goat-like iris has focused squarely on you*
What business have you with me, creature?
*Floats silently through the star-flecked vastness of space, my mind drifting across numerous planets and systems like a fisherman's net over pearls, the information contained within trillions of human minds filtered and processed in an instant. Classified information, military strategies, and the newest ship designs along with other mundane things befitting the insects that populated the worlds below flashed within the labyrinthine confines of my alien mind...*
And yet the one I seek the most still manages to elude me. How utterly... infuriating.
*One of my tendrils lashes out to strike a neaby world, its moon-sized mass blanketing the planet's vegetation choked surface acre by acre like some kind of virus, the end of which left naught behind save a desiccated husk that was swiftly crushed as my amorphous bulk passed it by*
Where are you Ranth? You treacherous little half-breed...