Elves, alongside angels, dethroned the devil at the dawn of creation. Buncha bois awaiting.”
“NO! Stiff from a lifetime of defecation I retch upon dung that’d gag a maggot. “Now diz fukmeat werks fer mi.”
“Gross, what’re you…” warmth dribbles across my bellybutton. Knees wide, I grant my lecherous oglers a front row peek inside. Wolf lichen’s toxic so I spit it out. Hundreds of leagues from civilization escape becomes tantamount to suicide. Diz yummy elf’z hurt,” childlike hands drag me kicking back to the gnawed warg husks that portend my fate. Eat har!” nagging their alpha, Gadam lifts a big rock high overhead. Adrenaline alone keeps me awake. Resigned to this ignoble end I make peace with the inevitable. Air… LET GO, MOTHERFU-MMFFF!” resuscitated from the brink of death into a deja vu without end my conviction wavers. Summoned by my hunger I fume with regret. Of Earth’s myriad wonders its interlopers foremost envied motherhood. “Diz’l stuff yer kunt to make my babies. Diz iz wot fukmeat’z fer. Choking up blood, my whole world spins as those bloodred pupils barrel toward dinner. Unlike a human’s flimsy membrane, ours is integral to how we channel magic. But tonight another primordial craving changes everything. Fainting into a freefall my breakneck heartbeat deafens me.
