( And here stands Rathakku, waving his claw-saddled hand, each finger contorting breezily in the air, as if it might snag flash. As if it can rip it.

His smile is a tender thing, animalistic — the gesture barely learned. Mimicked. There is a part of him that is human-like in shape. But far more of him is simply bestial. )

I am he.