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ᅠᅠhe takes one deliberate step forward, closing the distance by half a pace.
❛ explain yourself. how long have you lived among them, wore their clothes, ate their food? ❜
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ᅠᅠconquest grounds firm, that single houndish pupil taking in grantiux’s mannerisms and approach. an inconspicuous look; he must’ve studied humans to perfection.
❛ charisma is for those who need to bargain. i don’t bargain. ❜
no kidding.
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ᅠᅠthe bottle rolls towards his boot, awkwardly loud amid the silence; a perfect encapsulation of her day.
it only stops with a slight nudge of conquest's foot, his last intact eye tracking the woman as she scrambles to gather the spilled goods.
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clearly not human to a more perceptive eye, maybe.
had he caught her on any other day, marin might have figured that out on first glance. today, though, the blonde barely spares him more than that first glance. she scrambles to pick up spilled groceries--
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ᅠᅠthe unseen ravager bursts through a nearby flat, a blur of motion that hits hard into conquest’s side. anchoring himself down a heel, dust blowing around, he haphazardly checks whether she’s there, occupying space. . .
right, not all of them fly.
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ᅠᅠ. . .as fun and gratifying as it can be, remains strategically irrelevant.
want to bring a civilization to its knees? hit their trading hubs, cripple their sprawling economic nodes, torch their fertile fields, devastate their societal hierarchy. . .
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ᅠᅠthese beasts know no better, they're driven by either fear or desperation as the environment around them grows increasingly hostile — making them twice as aggressive.
if they had the cognitive functions, the primitives would realize that senseless bloodshed. . .
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you know— with the devastatingly low success rate, you’d think they’d learn…
though, i feel like it isn’t * that hard to kill people en mass if you pick the right city.
… hypothetically, of course💧
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ᅠᅠconquest skids across the floor, boots carving trenches in the cracked cement.
he rises slowly, brushing debris from his chestplate with the back of his sole hand.
❛ you’ve kept me waiting, son of nolan. ❜
he scoffs.
❛ why? wanted me back at my best? ❜
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ᅠᅠconquest is standing over the edge of some derelict industrial yard when the air behind him 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴. the pressure shift is immediate; a viltrumite signature crystalizes from the atmosphere and homes towards him at terminal velocity.
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ᅠᅠby the time he turns, it’s already 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦.
@devourotes ripples right into him, stiff shoulder driving conquest through several brick walls. in seconds, the structure implodes around them, leaving behind a cloud of dust and twisted rebar.
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