Cue eyes just form along the length of her forearms, sizzling as they melt back into her 'flesh'. "Hrtestis' fth'gahun."

Translation of last response: Now how am I not to watch with all these /eyes/~?

"Cyvanoth'yerr pwertif'gjren. Hwquiert'uribo?" Translation: I could. But why?

"Hssshssshss.... Well, if you wanted to watch... It's s~simply so hard to tell what you're thinking sometimes~s. It's~s.../arous~sing/."

"Awityreuh jingof'htgnruoe." No translation this time.

Wide grin. Ignore the fact that the grin is spreading from her hip to the nape of her neck.

"Cthi'huiko hur'tisfuo."

"Ah~ Tukori'hn~"

"Triutyfg hretyir." A soft gurgling noise.

"Athran ky'vecklos." A soft gurgling, like someone choking on blood.

-- commanding all close to run. Yet it is alluring. Desire mixed with the screaming of the damned.

"Tekeli-li~ Tekeli-li~ Tekeli-li~"

"It feels . . . strange . . . Avokeu'li dirk'ven heklili."

"Ahahahahahahahahahaha~ I . . . can feel . . . their minds . . . Twitching thoughts . . ."

"So many . . . Thoughts . . . Ah . . . . This taste . . ."

"I . . . know . . . The Gate . . . Her blood . . . Power over all . . . Ahahahahahaha . . ."

"If I devour . . . Will I . . . become God? Ahahahahaha. Yes . . . I will . . . DEVOUR . . ."

"Tekeli-li~"

"Ah . . . Where . . . Oh . . . Where . . ." She toys with a bloody radio, stolen off some poor soul.