Men.
I mean human males, mostly. Though males of my own kind can be just as bad; they all talk sweetly and want to commune with the spirits and be one with the Blessed Mother, but ultimately they’re certain the path to Salvation lies through my underthings.
Human men don’t even bother with the trappings of courtship. Loutish, handsy boors, the lot of them. Being strong, they can be useful in a fight. But I swear to you if one more adventuresome brute paws me looking for a bit of strange, I think I will surely slice him in half.
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