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Rajnish

Stuff to know about Rajnish.

A cough
A sputter
A small puff of dust.

Rajnish appeared on the top of his book, looking more dingy and dull than per the usual. A quick shake and running his hands through his coat resolved the issue, or at least brought him to what he considered to be an acceptable degree of cleanliness. Most of the dust and mildew had fallen free but there was still the occasional imprint of a reversed "a" or word segment like "tion" smudged into his body from falling asleep in the midst of his studies. This would have to remedied later, but for now Rajnish seemed more intent on studying the world with more learned eyes.

Now. It would be important to note that Rajnish always could speak. There was never a biological or mental barrier preventing him from such, only a lack of words. It was an unfortunate side effect of being born of a mind that thought more in images and whisps of music than in actual sentences. But it had been a long time since he had seperated himself from that grey and mushy womb and though he had been distracted by (and by distracted by I mean wholy obsessed with) another of his kind, his mind had finally turned back to his purpose.

Conquest.

If there was anything he gleaned from his times curled within Wasa's cranial cavity, it was that an Emperor raised from nothing needs many things to suceed. And he had seen, quite clearly, that all of these things could be achieved through the use of one crucial gift: Charisma

If he spoke, and spoke well. They would come
If he spoke of the things that would strike them into a ferver. They would follow.
If he could give them a promise of something better for themselves, they would fight.
And when they fought for him, he would rule.

Rajnish rose to this bowed feet, leaving imprints in the dusty cover of his tome as he strode confidently across it, hands folded behind his back, wings draped like a mantle. His eyes fell on a small piece of plastic. A discarded ziploc baggie.

And what of his past conquests? Rajnish's lips tightened across is muzzle into a cunning smirk. Oh they were all still very imperative. For what was an Emperor...
...without an Empress to crown?