*Vera lowered herself on her mass of tenticles that made up the lower half of her body in a play of submissiveness. She closed her eyes and concentrated, her mind opening and threading through the land like the many tenticles on her body, then she recalls the psychic tenticles back. She opens her eyes, the white orbs seem to see nothing, yet everything. Her forked tongue darts out, tasting the air.*
Thisss way massster...
*Vera rises to her full height and leads the way to better food, a better place*
