She too would have been close to All•Father
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The damp shadows are the familiar nestings of Duchess Matilda and her expanding brood of Roaches. Tonight, we make efforts to protect our interests in the blindfolding darkness.
Despite my intrinsic cravings for Her life, the Bless•ed and the All•Father have need for widespread offsprings. Yes, her useful far outweighs her flesh on mye dinner sets.
Even my brood of Arachnids, of which I hold in high regard, cannot make a meal of them as it was our All•Father who commanded so. These aphids continue to breed exponentially and evolve incrementally in our absence.
I can no longer grasp power over Matilda and her brood. So much so that I, an venerable Archbishop, have come to her own playingfield. In truth, the Bless•ed are at risk of implosion from these undermined races that grew in silence, even outside of the All•Father’s sight.
This of course has peeked the All•Father’s intrigue into the potential of the undervalued and why I can still operate with Pope Minoa’s knowledge. Honestly, I too have risen to power as is the nature of Arachnids who hunt, poison and ensnare.
This has given a clear reason for us to stand in the political arena while our trait of growing in numbers is overlooked.
However, Matilda seeks to overreach her means and take over the Species more powerful than her own. The recently-defeated Orcs and ambitious Drakes are targets of her own machinations.
I pursue the preservation of my Arachne and our dignity in the face of the Human rebellion against the natural order. Using our respective Domains that specialize in Intelligence, it has come light that the Humans have “slave collars” which they use against themselves as a sort of hierarchy amongst domesticated animals.
Not only that, the “Sathoo-Hannah” is actually a Slime that has sided with the Humans. A painful lose for the Bless•ed race as she has the makings of an Archbishop.
Dare I say it; She too would have been close to All•Father.
The Inner Game of Tennis
- W. Timothy Gallwey
