Words of the Constant
WendyA creature of the night.
WendyAn enchanted weapon. How exciting!
WendyThey're just lurking in there...
WendyPeers into the darkness.
WendyIf only I could fly away.
WendyThey once held such great potential.
WendyIt doesn't matter if it's pig or bat skin, it's still dead.
WendyThat's just nasty.
WendyIt could crush me in one blow. I wish it would.
WendyDeath surrounds me. Well, my torso anyhow.
WendyIt smells like death.
WendyI will wrap myself in the fuzzy skins of the fallen.
WendySleep is but a temporary death.
WendyI'd steer clear of that stinger.
WendyBe still, little one.
WendyBurnt honey.
WendyTheir toils have been fruitful!
WendyThey shall labor so I can steal.
WendyWork, bees!
WendyTheir toils have been fruitful!
WendyToil on.
WendyI wonder if it misses its old family?
WendyHe follows me unto his doom.
WendyWhat demented thoughts must lie behind those eyes.
WendyHis nakedness is now on display.
WendyThe world has wronged you.
WendyMore of the world is within the beast than without.
WendyTogether we can venture far.
WendyTo sleep, perchance to dream.
WendyI shall cover my head.
WendySomewhere, a beefalo is naked and cold.
WendyThis will protect me from those happy buzzing sounds. Oh, and stings.
WendyA wretched hive of scum and pollen.
WendyThey're still alive in there. Poor things.
WendyThe furious creatures within appreciate their freedom in retrospect.
WendyIt's useless on its own, just like me.
WendyRing in the dead.
WendyWhoever drew this is probably dead.
WendyDark energy courses through these mysterious portals...
WendyThese berries are tart.
WendyMore balanced flavor, but they won't last long.
WendyIt is barren.
WendyA snack, perchance?
WendyI shall have to wait.
WendyIt succumbed to the heat.
WendyA snack, perchance?
WendyA snack, perchance?
WendyYe be warned, creatures of the sea. Death cometh to you.
WendyHarbinger of doom.
WendyDeath is inescapable.