OOC Note/Disclaimer: Graphic depictions of violence. Heads up.
<Bone and flesh! Bone and flesh! Listen to them snap!
The sinews! Hear them tear - feel them shred beneath your fingers! Blood, blood, luscious, beautiful blood! Oh great God of stars, oh inky temptress! Spin my songs of seduction!
I am One!>
Tendrils flowed over the trembling skull of a young anthropomorphic individual - a cross of a human and a canine-like species known as a "fox" to other civilizations. They were not native to the Republic, but that mattered not...they were prized by others. The One cared not for its fate besides his own primal pleasures, however - and wrapping a thick greasy tendril about her head, covering her eyes - it made him feel lust.
Lust for blood!
<Trembling female, feel my greed! Feel your fear! Embrace that which you are not - dead! Instead you serve as a conduit to something much greater than your own small, feeble mind can wrap itself around, like a jelly in a sea of ignorance. You are flesh!>
The thick tendril snatched the left fox-like ear from the anthro's head, relishing in her screams of pain as she struggled for freedom. It seemed to enjoy the feeling for a moment before retracting, another holding the young female by the waist to secure her tightly. Blood dripped on to a scaly floor of black that stretched in all directions, illuminated only by red glowing nerves that coated an unseen ceiling. Drop, drop - the blood trickled from the tear wound, eliciting a long and lustful aaaaaahhh from some unknown vesicle.
<But quenched, my thirst is not! Give in to my gluttony!>
Tendrils exploded from all around the anthro as she screamed, hands struggling against her captor as the antagonists closed in.
Riiiip!
A bushy, fuzzy tail hung in the air, gushing blood from what had been a connection to the anthro's lower back. Shreds of flesh tore away from her body like cheese, hanging from tentacles as morbid scarlet trophies. The so-called "furry" had been shown no mercy by a force which had desired nothing more than utter, raw carnage. The scene had devolved into a bloodbath - thankfully for the young furry, she had died before her body had been separated fully into a myriad of indistinguishable parts, similar only in their coating of excessive quantities of blood.
<Find me, demon. Find me.>
That was the first video. Another - a massive pit in the ground, full of the bodies of anthros, or so-called "furries." A third, with furries being slaughtered by something clearly inhuman.
<Find me, demon.>
The videos went on - hours of carnage, showing various anthros dying or deceased via various means - yet no other individual or group was ever shown. Only the voice that occasionally popped up over the images spoke of something organized.
<I am your reaper, I am your sword. Fall upon me!>
The conclusion of the video led to the next logical step - the systematic visual destruction of thousands of furries and anthropomorphic beings sent via faster than light communication to the one place that it had to reach...the one cancer that had to be eradicated.
The Hyperboreans had never been a thorn in the side of the Amazonian Republic - not really, at least - but what was one to discard a chance to strike a blow in fate? It could not be passed up...not by The One, at least. It's planning would not be undone, and the Hyperboreans were the only flesh to quench his thirst for violence. Erasing several hundred thousand "furries" was more than suitable to try and draw their attention;
<Find me.>
The message left the Outer Republic planet Esilu in the Alpha Quadrant and headed straight for Hyperborean space...to whatever they would judge.
<Find me.>
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