Assassins, treasure seekers, poachers. They are all alike, they come to my world and seek down my eggs for some foolish glint of profits. Fools indeed for they think me some slow brood mother, they think me a myth or a legend. "Surely the Mors have not returned, they was wiped out so many thousands of years ago" they repeat but still they come, just in case, to try and rob me of my children or honey.
Fools... but tasty fools full of such beautiful dna to take.
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