Spinesreach,

We ARE scavengers.

There is no border you can draw, no land you can claim, that will ever truly belong to you - for there, outside its bounds, there shall you find our wildlings lurking in wait.

We are not merely lions of the Mannaseh, rojalli of the rainforest, and leviathans of the sea. No.

It is not merely predators who are hallowed to our eye. No.

We find our example in the worms that till the soil. We find it in the bees that farm flowers for their nectar. We find it in the mosquito, evasive bloodsucker that it is, and in the ever-persistent horsefly.

I tell you truly: nothing is too low for us. No name, no beast of DIA'RUIS' make, and no likeness that is HERS shall ever be an insult, for we are HER vessels, and SHE teaches HER lessons by manifold means and in manifold guises.

Whether we tear you from the mighty sky, o Dragon of the North; or whether you make good upon your threats to seek to poison us out; it does
not
matter.

SHE is eternal, and you need HER as every soul upon this land needs HER.

Should you succeed in poisoning our land, know this.

-we will become your vermin, cityfolk.

You will never be rid of us.

Ever.

-Yesufa Wisteria Boarton
Vernal Voice
Wildwood Ritualist
Killing Contralto

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 18th of Dharos, in the year 9 AC.