====> Ferria: Slay some weaklings

Your name is Ferria Chakre, and you are ecstatic.

You have just killed your most recent prey, a FOREST CYCLOPS that you had been stalking for a few days now. Its blood adorns your entire self. It feels good and accomplishing.

This is what you do most days: looking for a good hunt and promptly executing the target with your bare hands. Your hands have tasted so much blood, it feels like water to you. Particularly tasty water. Did you mention you like to DRINK the blood of your targets? It is the ultimate act of domination, or so you think. Besides of hunting, you also like flying around by using the MAKESHIFT WINGS you always wear. In fact, hunting while gliding from above is probably your favorite time of the day.

You also love to participate in FISTFIGHTS. You went to fight clubs at first, but things turned so bloody, you were banned from most of them. Nowadays, you intimidate alternian enforcers to bring you poor prisoners for you to pummels. Sometimes you get a nice challenge out of them, but you admit most of the time it is nothing but you making a bloody pulp of a troll.

Your trolltag is charredUltimatum, and you like to speakfast andfuriously. YOUTEND TOGET FURIOUSTOO!

==> Ferria: wear its intestines as a scarf. Ponder the futility of life

You are too wild and in the moment to be pondering about the futility of life. In fact, you consider the very notion quite stupid

Wearing intestines of the weak as scarfs however.... Not a bad idea! It shall intimidate the next couple of targets. The bloody, visceral smell being so close to you would also be rad.

You put on your new INTESTINOSCARF. You squish it a little. It kinda smells like poo. You throw it away. You are never doing that again

===> Ferria: proceed on to next victim

You go look for some trolls to beat to death in the streets. You do this under the pretense of needing to feed your lusus, but you just do it for fun. Everyone is aware of this, but they are too afraid to do anything

You find the next unlucky victim. Another greenblood that was just minding her own business. You want to be flashy so you jump atop a nearby balcony and wait for her to pass near it.

When the moment arrives, you dive to your prey. The force of your fall breaks her legs. She just stays there, barely conscious and scared out of her wits

Lately you have been feeling so excited about dominating others in this way that it has started to feel.... arousing

You dont yet know what to think of it so you just do what you do best and start pummeling her head. The blood starts spraying on your face and body. It feels good

===> When did these feelings start?

It all started 2 sweeps ago. You were quite the weakling, part of a blood caste that was known for not having any kind of powers. Even amongst olivebloods you were seen as a frail, dumb freak who was way too obsessed with birds and flying. Back then, you mostly did arts and crafts based on your desire to one day be able to fly

You were nothing. A social outcast. A weird little creature. You were constantly bullied by people bigger than you.

One fateful day, it happened. You were carrying your newly made wings, excited to try them out. You had spend countless hours fixing the mistakes of the previous version, so you were absolutely sure it was going to work this time. You would be able to fly...

Suddenly a couple of good for nothing olivebloods saw you and began mocking you, calling you names like "crazyfeathers" or "cuckoolady". They pushed you to the ground and stepped on your legs. Typical fare. You were just waiting for it to be over so you could be on your way. One of the trolls saw your wings however, and they removed them from you. They laughed at them and with a swift stomp they broke your dreams.

You had enough. Enraged, you stepped up, picked one of the broken wing pieces and blindly swung it around. By freak luck, it ended up stabbing one of the troll's eyes. He cried in pain and ran away. They left you alone an in a daze. When you came to, you realized some of the troll's blood had spilled into your face, and you were feeling happy. Really happy. Happier than you had ever felt.

The next day you decided to become stronger. You left your crafting projects in hiatus and went towards the wilderness in search for a hunt. The idea was to gain strength by killing beasts weaker than you. It didn't go well. You returned home bruised and with many wounds. You were so weak even the smallest beasts around had a field day with you. That night you cried yourself to sleep

You didn't give up however. Two days afterwards, you gathered enough courage to try again. This time it went slightly better, but you were still no match for most beasts. You kept trying and trying. As time passed, you grew bigger and more muscular. You started dominating the art of the hunt. You even started crafting again and using your creations to help you out

Fast forward 1 sweep. You were now so strong no one could stand up to you. Every time you beat up a new chump, you rekindled the feelings from the day your life changed, but that feeling grew weaker with your opponents, so you decided on more extreme punishments to them. It didn't take long for you to outright brutally kill all your prey, troll or otherwise. It felt good, invigorating... but something was still missing. You needed something more. That is when you decided to try something else...

But...

You don't want to remember that, so you just stop your train of thought

===> Ferria: Remember.

Somehow your train of thought does not want to get away from those memories.

To be honest, it was and still is pretty hazy. You remember deciding to go to an old friend's house. Mykran. She has you blocked right now, but even before you decided to hone your body, you used to troll with her all the time. You talked about all sorts of things. You specially loved presenting your crafts and reading her minute deconstruction and opinions about them. It was pretty fun.

That day, you had an idea. Your opponents were growing weaker by the minute, so you needed a better challenge. What better one but killer robots! Surely Mykran could make some! You went to her home and explained the idea to her. She wasn't too keen on it. In fact, she was very disapproving of your recent tendency to beat people up. You ensured her that everyone you defeated was a willing opponent. Even though that was not 100% true, you still did try to always find someone who actually wanted to fight you (or at least some beast to hunt). That was back then. Nowadays you just pick up whoever strikes your fancy, permission or not. Back to reminiscing

After much begging, Myrkan finally folded and dusted off some old robots she made to fend off intruders in case of a rebellion went out of hand. She pitted one of them against you. It felt awesome. The robot put up a great fight, all the way t a stalemate.

But then, it happened. The robot started to overpower me. You began feeling anxious. Your pride wouldn't allow you to lose! Your mind went back to the day you made your resolve. Feelings of inferiority and inappropriateness invaded your self. You had to win. You absolutely had to. You could not go back to that state.

But it was strange. It felt like someone was telling you all of that inside your mind. It felt like someone was urging you to keep pushing and unleash all you had to dominate that sorry excuse of a robot. And that's precisely what you did. You gathered energy from a place you didn't even know existed and punched a hole through the robot. It felt to the floor, lifeless.

The voice in your mind was ecstatic. It urged you to do more. You had more power to show. No one would ever doubt you again. Your power was absolute.

You entered in a state of frenzy and started desecrating Mykran's lab as she watched in horror. Through the corner of your eye, you saw Mykran trying to escape, but you quickly caught up to her. You wanted to show her just how much stronger you had become, in the only way it would make her understand

You punched her, throwed her, kicked her, broke her bones one by one. You could feel her blood splattering all over you. Every drop that fell on your body only made you feel more and more excited. You could not even hear Myrkan's screams or any sound other than you inner voice.

But then it suddenly stopped. The voice disappeared and you returned to reality. Your vision refocused. Myrkan was there, hanging from your hand, so bloodied and injured she was barely recognizable. She made the most pathetic of sounds, as if still trying to beg for her life

You then heard a gasp. It came from the entrance. Somebody had just arrived. You were still in quite a daze, so you don't remember them. A mix of confusion, frustration, happiness, arousal, sadness... You could not tell what you were feeling at the time.

It was too much. You just ran away.

That was the last time you saw Mykran. You know she's still alive, but you don't even dare to troll her anymore.

That day changed something inside you. That voice never came back, but it certainly left something. Now you didn't even care who you hurt, or if you killed anyone in your quest for dominance, so long as it didn't involve going back to Mykran's home.

You still don't know what to feel about this. It is too much to process for you. You just don't want to think

Where is the next prey?

===> I know you're still in there
===> Despite all the rage
===> Wake up

You are not ready for that yet. Even with a guiding voice, your thoughts are too bloodied to pay attention.

You see a group of people in the distance. They seem to be on their way to that stupid movement you don't care about. However, that means there will be a lot of people. Maybe a brawl can be ensued!

You climb atop one building and glide near the group, following them discretely. You are dying to jump into them and smash some skulls in, but you somehow decide against it, at least not until they have reached their destination

===> Reflect about your need to smash some skulls in
===> I don't condone senseless violence