Words of the Constant
WendyOh to be able to find joy in such a simple thing...
WendySomewhere, a beefalo is naked and cold.
WendyBurned to ashes.
WendyBeauty, like all things, will fade and be forgotten.
WendyI can change its appearance, but it will always just be a beefalo.
WendySigh. Endless toil.
WendyAlas, not a death knell.
WendyTheir devotion knows no bounds.
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 appreciate their freedom in retrospect.
WendyAs regal as she is ruthless...
WendyThe bees left their sweet mark upon the earth.
WendyIt is not a danger... yet...
WendyDripping with enmity. And honey.
WendyIt's useless on its own, just like me.
WendyThe bottled scent of fear.
WendyYou are a prisoner of your own doomed destiny.
WendyRing in the dead.
WendyIt dances to forget the pain.
WendyWow... What a big stuffy.
WendyIt has passed.
WendyIt's had a rough life.
WendyThese berries are tart.
WendyMore balanced flavor, but they won't last long.
WendyI'd better consume these before death does.
WendyThis hasn't halted the decay, merely stalled it.
WendyIt is barren.
WendyIts suffering will end soon.
WendyIt's not long for this world...
WendyIt is on the precipice...
WendyA snack, perchance?
WendyThe wait begins.
WendyIt succumbed to the heat.
WendyThere's no life to be had here...
WendyIts suffering will end soon.
WendyIt's not long for this world...
WendyIt is on the precipice...
WendyI could strip it clean, if I so chose...
WendyIt's given all it had to give.
WendyIt has crumpled under the heat.
WendyAbigail would love this...
WendyThis bread has a most curious texture.
WendyHarbinger of doom.
WendyBalls of battle!
WendyBereft of life, he rests in pieces.
WendyFew of us can see our cages.
WendyMust be hungry.
WendyHe is happier now.