<strong>-- Explorator Thraxius --</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=103946.msg4515299#msg4515299)<br/><hr/><br/>Thraxius scowled.  It shouldn't have been possible without a functioning mouth, but somehow he managed it anyway.  His whole body seemed to bristle with unconcealed contempt for the primitive overhead, and a stray spark hissed as it struck his cloak.<br/><br/><em>"Yes.  Perspective.  It's interesting, the perspective that seeing in seven different directions all at once grants me.  Let me count them for you.  I see a putrid sack of green flesh and stinking bile.  I see a damnable heathen dog with utter disregard for protocol.  I see a slavering lapdog eager to please his rightful human master.  I see an under-evolved waste of precious oxygen.  I see a floating symbol of one of the many the blights that stain the Omnissiah's otherwise beautiful universe.  I see a slick of heretical <strong>shit</strong> to be scraped from the underside of my righteous boot.  But most of all, I see something whose very nature, whose very <strong>existence</strong> fills me with such a hateful revulsion that I would have long since heaved up my innards if I still had the ability to do so."</em>