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Date Posted: 18:42:37 04/11/02 Thu
Saeven raises her eyebrows, both surprised and amused by the other phooka's response. (Um... bite me if I wasn't supposed to say that). It seems very odd to her that Deirdre would have this kind of attitude.
"You know," Saeven says slyly, "I was going to turn back into a cat and scratch them all to death. And then I thought maybe I'd profane their carcasses by raping them all (um, yeah, you really couldn't...). Oh, and, of course, use them in my evil, satanic rituals. And then, just to top it all off, I was going to canabalize their flesh." As Saeven goes on her, tone gets a touch more sarcastic, until, "Really," she looks at Deirdre with disgusted indignation, "I'm not a Bocan or anything as low as that."
It's obvious that Saeven is a bit offended by this assesment. While knowing that a Phooka is not a high faery, she takes pride in what she is. "And who are you?" she quips, "that you would think so low of your own kind."
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