Something like that. Definite emphasis on "pack of glorious assholes."
Stuff isn't sapient but it reacts to beings that are. Or are almost.
Anything that has the tiniest capacity for actual thought can reify it. Sentient beings do it the most, but also semi-sentient, things that just...think a little. So that does mean some animals can make things reify. The smarter ones. But they usually keep it simple. They tend to just make themselves bigger, tougher. The stronger animal they wish they were, or that they think they really are.
Humans, our thoughts are more complex, so what it reifies into is... bizarre. Creepier. Beautiful sometimes, but even that sometimes has something fucking terrible underneath.
We had mermaids once, climbing up all over the rig, with little suckered hands. Mostly gorgeous, exactly like fairy tales. They could sing and it sounded...ethereal.
[He nods his head in an anxious little set of nods at the memory.]
Their favorite food was brain stems. Which we learned after they killed a few of the rig workers on the roof by biting the tops of their heads off and slurping them out like raw oysters. There were so many of them it took the whole day to mow them all down.
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Stuff isn't sapient but it reacts to beings that are. Or are almost.
Anything that has the tiniest capacity for actual thought can reify it. Sentient beings do it the most, but also semi-sentient, things that just...think a little. So that does mean some animals can make things reify. The smarter ones. But they usually keep it simple. They tend to just make themselves bigger, tougher. The stronger animal they wish they were, or that they think they really are.
Humans, our thoughts are more complex, so what it reifies into is... bizarre. Creepier. Beautiful sometimes, but even that sometimes has something fucking terrible underneath.
We had mermaids once, climbing up all over the rig, with little suckered hands. Mostly gorgeous, exactly like fairy tales. They could sing and it sounded...ethereal.
[He nods his head in an anxious little set of nods at the memory.]
Their favorite food was brain stems. Which we learned after they killed a few of the rig workers on the roof by biting the tops of their heads off and slurping them out like raw oysters. There were so many of them it took the whole day to mow them all down.