Words of the Constant
WortoxI'll pass.
WortoxFood on a stick won't do the trick.
WortoxThe mortals seem to prefer it this way.
WortoxOoohoo, how delightfully chaotic!
WortoxPop, pop!
WortoxSome natural light to grant me sight.
WortoxLittle jittery, fluttery souls.
WortoxHyuyu, fiery!
WortoxOh ho! Fiery indeed!
WortoxI'd eyed it'd dried.
WortoxHyuyuyu, the old flaming pen prank!
WortoxSoon to extinguish.
WortoxThis fire will slake my thirst for warmth.
WortoxThose are some spicy flames.
WortoxIt burns so low, so low!
WortoxWhen I roam, camp feels like home.
WortoxAnd out it goes.
WortoxIt makes fire by its own magic.
WortoxIt hungers for souls! Or fuel.
WortoxDead to the world.
WortoxIt is ready to fling at a moment's notice.
WortoxYou are quite fragrant.
WortoxA riddle! What might one cast that's not a spell?
WortoxA mortal pastime.
WortoxLooks like the soul's already left this one.
WortoxI do not wish to eat this fish.
WortoxSo delish, this dried fish!
WortoxLooks like the soul's already left this one.
WortoxI do not wish to eat this fish.
WortoxSo delish, this dried fish!
WortoxNo thank-you.
WortoxMore mortal food.
WortoxFill it to the brim with bream!
WortoxAt least it isn't suffering anymore.
WortoxMy eye was caught by its dull glint.
WortoxOn the ground, no more floating around.
WortoxI spy with my impish eye, something glowing high in the sky!
WortoxShall I say goodbye and let it fly?
WortoxBecause there's no time to think, when you're plunged in the drink!
WortoxPerfumed petals to pick and pluck.
WortoxIt's as red as I am.
WortoxI'll place a crown upon my head to ward away the growing dread.
WortoxI don't really like eating.
WortoxHow kind of you to light my way.
WortoxThe light will not last.
WortoxIt's not its fault it's evil.
WortoxFarewell sweet petals.
WortoxPurpled leaves from down below.
WortoxI'd eyed it'd dried.
WortoxI hope I don't get helmet horns.