This is a role It plays well, and It relishes the chance to demonstrate Its abilities.
It is well aware that only It possesses the unique qualities required for such a post.
Hedge has no heart.
A shadow of a being, a fabric swatch for the decor of nightmares-
It merely leers in twisted pleasure at descriptions such as these.
A natural choice for Guardian.
Who would attempt to shake anything from a half-rotted corpse of a gore crow?
Hedge ruffles Its feathers in self-content satisfaction.
Intimidation is so gratifying.
Knowledge is power.
Power is death.
Simple.
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