"They do so like to ruin themselves." Khepri did not often eat humans, finding them to have lost much of their flavor over the centuries but also because she was more of an opportunistic hunter than anything else. If she could help it, she wouldn't even hunt and kill her own food but when she had no other choice, she preferred smaller game and often ate other snakes. Since joining up with the Cirque she has, just like on this occasion, been availed more of the opportunity to indulge in her favorites of human lungs and livers. "I never acquired a taste for children." A shrug was her summation of that statement. The idea of ending a life so early was not a taste she had acquired either, but she was not a being of judgement, had no ties to Ma'at and the scales, and reserved her opinion. "Only lungs and livers."
A sigh escaped Khepri then. "I, too, miss freedom." Though she did not necessarily regret her decision to join, but she was often reminded of the thin, invisible chain that tied her to the Cirque. It was ever present, even if she did not always feel its pull. Even before the Cirque did Khepri feel caged, though, at the mercy of those with the power to retain her and who knew her true name. Even if it proved to be nothing more than folly, here at the Cirque, Khepri felt free from that and clung to that feeling more than anything.
"In time past, the word demon was fitting. I am the only one of my kind I have ever met. I have no other names." She had called herself Iaret and she had called herself Khepri and whatever else the world seemed fit to define her as, it mattered little to her. "Right now, I call myself Khepri and that is all I need."