"I… Must… Feast… More…"
Digging through the deep earth, the centipede prince of the hour burst through the wall of another settlement, overlooking the majority dwarven population with nigh uncontrollable hunger… When faced with something worth devouring, it was as though his very being had been starved for weeks.
The only reason he was able to control himself right now was because he had eaten so many sapients already with the previous settlement… Otherwise, he would have entered a state akin to a berserker's rage, only regaining control of his body once nothing and no one was left.
He crawled out of the hole, climbing downward in silence, spotting and counting the number of prey–Of meals… His body was unlike that of the rest of his kind–Unlike that of many other princes. He was far from a giant compared to them. He was tall, for sure. But his form was more closely humanoid, standing at around two and a half meters in height.
