theatreofsin

...randomly, Khor strikes me as almost the antithesis of the small humanity perception. His humanity is part of what awes me. Because humanity in his case isn't a meaningless default, even if he's never considered his species at all – even if the entire concept of otherkin seems to get little out of him other than a sardonic smirk and a veiled implication about overwrought culture. (Heh. If he thinks that about our modern culture here, I should introduce him to Jack Quick's City.) It's that in Khor's case, he embodies it fully. The beauty and the ugliness. The human and stupidly-named inhumane. Power and vulnerability and adaptability and mistake and change and the fraying cords of memory and legacy and the pettiness and the transcendent seizures of greaterness. He's human nature given form. Writ large. Blurring the edges of madness and lucidity, entangling in all the arbitraries, screaming and reveling in the unfairness, cutting the world's edges and cutting himself on them. He's beautiful. And painful. And not in the least divine. But he's human, deep and true, in the same way Courser was once or Tiamat is dragon, or.

Having known that...