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About Orchid Dyssus

Where the trees begin to thin Orchid Dyssus sits on the remains of a shattered log. Eating big black ants. (pluck and crunch... pluck and crunch) It takes a lot of ants to keep the edge off his hunger, some are sweet... but most are bitter. Picking them up just so, placing their heads like thus right behind his right tusk (crunch) ah the taste of victory for the six hundred and thirty seventh time. (Pluck and crunch... pluck and crunch) when the ants do defeat him it really does not gain the little bugs anything, they still die. Defeat had come seventy four... ah! Rage claws at the inside of his skull, rage shreds his heart... must control, Control the rage... that is seventy five times now. Wiping the remains of the ant on some sticky bark. He knows that even thinking about his enemy's victories seamed to bring him closer to defeat. Focusing his all, (pluck crunch... pluck crunch) "I will be perfect every time. I will not have to fight my enemies' bite. I will taste victory a thousand times, this night. Dawn's wretched light will not find me. I will be in the eternal twilight of these fair trees, under the shroud of their peace." (pluck, crunch, pluck, crunch pluck crunch pluck crunch...