[Tanakyll] Other Women
Bloodhound:
I mind you least of all, out of the others. You care for him; it is not your fault he does not share your desires. We orcs are short-lived compared to your people. Perhaps in fifty years or so he will have changed his mind.
Be careful that you do not make your move too soon, however. He is still mine.
She-demon:
You speak with him and make him trust you. You cannot do the same to me. But at least you have not harmed him, and seem content to let him follow his own path. For that small thing, I thank you.
Demon-with-child:
Drink plenty of water, and remember that you need only eat a bit more than usual. 'Eating for two' makes you the size of two, and most of that weight will belong to you rather than whatever hellspawn will eventually crawl out.
Find your own man.
Construct:
You may not have any need of his body, nor he of yours, but his mind lusts after you. Meanwhile, I am uncertain. You lead him into danger again and again, shatter his trust in you--frankly, you are the greatest threat to the small peace that he and I have built.
And yet, I hate to blame a creature for doing what it was meant to. If you can learn to show restraint, and stop dragging him off to tend to your foolishness time and again, perhaps you and I might become friends someday.
Orc:
From what he has told me, you are no threat, only a true friend. He has few enough of those. You have my gratitude.
Dead Woman:
You speak with pretty phrases, in the manner of all elves. I am not interested in hearing them, and neither should he be. I will not rescue him from falling prey to your flattery, as he does not seem to wish it, but know this: Harm him, and the very spirits of this world will tear your abominable form asunder. I should very much like to watch you burn.
You have not spent the sleepless nights that I have watching over him, You do not know him, nor do you seem to realize the damage you cause, unraveling my long healing bit by bit. Do not presume you understand him, when you see him only as a tool for yourself and not as the man he is. He will not be your plaything.
Mad Priest:
I will hear your sermon. I will not, however, like it.
Perhaps you would gain a more willing audience if you served cake.