Tril cocked their head slightly. This person was sitting down. That meant they intended to stay a while. And it made them feel... something. They weren't ready to put the thought into words-even inside their own mind.
They slowly nodded at Smokey's words. Tril didnt hate humanity. But Fog Demons are supposed to oppose them. To trap and beguile and hunt them. It was humans who banished Tril to this place. And they were pretty sure there were many humans here who would rather Tril didnt exist.
"They say I cant hunt. I cant keep using a face if they dont like it and tell the police. If I try to make little troubles happen too much they get mad too. This is not a home for me. Too many rules and too many gods and too many people who like the gods more and dont want me here."
They dug their claws into the dirt, managing to shred a worm they hadn't expect to be there. For a moment they inspected the results as they tried to come up with a way to describe the Fog. The womb and the afterlife. The guide and the source. They settled on an analogy. "The Fog is like...," Trill started and then pointed one clawed finger at the nearby water. "Like that. But people floating together instead of just water."
It was a mediocre analogy at best.
They slowly nodded at Smokey's words. Tril didnt hate humanity. But Fog Demons are supposed to oppose them. To trap and beguile and hunt them. It was humans who banished Tril to this place. And they were pretty sure there were many humans here who would rather Tril didnt exist.
"They say I cant hunt. I cant keep using a face if they dont like it and tell the police. If I try to make little troubles happen too much they get mad too. This is not a home for me. Too many rules and too many gods and too many people who like the gods more and dont want me here."
They dug their claws into the dirt, managing to shred a worm they hadn't expect to be there. For a moment they inspected the results as they tried to come up with a way to describe the Fog. The womb and the afterlife. The guide and the source. They settled on an analogy. "The Fog is like...," Trill started and then pointed one clawed finger at the nearby water. "Like that. But people floating together instead of just water."
It was a mediocre analogy at best.