The ensuing onslaught was a thing of much... beauty.
With precision and primal tact, he literally tore into every one of them. I was ordered to stop him, it was my sworn duty but I could do nothing but swell up with a mother's pride as my greatest accomplishment spread it wings and used them to fly high into the air, surpassing the elite as if they were dribbling rookies. It was then I realized...
Indeed he was right. We were being kept from reaching our pinnacle, being bound in chains to serve our inferior masters, those infernal humans. Oh how I wished to join him, to join my creation has he freed himself on them all.
So lost in thought was I that I had not notice that he was nearly done, that I was covered in the paints from his canvas. He turned to me, bloodlust eyes targeting me. It sent chills up my spine and forced me to smile. I was excited.
Then he charged for me, I ...I stood there arms open. Waiting ... waiting to recieve him willingly. He was all mine now and I would be sure to make him thankful that he had done this for me.