Camille has not heard the Dreamsong

How can they not see the ruin they’ve caused? You are heartless, you are crude. How could you sever us like this?

My tail lashes left and right and I knock the softskins down. I summon the sunbright once again, and more crystals spike from the sand to pierce flesh. So you can hear my song, after all... I am crude like them. I am violence. I am death. When I dream I see only rage. I am no longer worthy of the deepdark. But I cannot stop.

I curl my stinger and she falls. Do not return. Do not take our namestones. We are not yours. We are all. We belong only to the deepdark. I leave her alive and she runs. She lives not with my mercy, but because I know

she has heard my dreamsong, and she has no choice but to sing.

Camille, Skarner is Coming For You. And His Stinger Brings Ugly Death