MarinaNova Asylum

[ the ground of sector 0 splays out before a communicator recently dropped in some sort of struggle. no matter-- it is quickly being turned on, situated in its proper place. his face, when it comes into view, is split with a manic grin: lips thin with the force of a smile that shows too many teeth, bared like an animal ready to strike. a small giggle burbles up out of him as he smooths his hair with a subtly shaking hand.

in the other hand is the corpse of a hyena wasp, its head twisted at an obscene angle. ]

Has anyone use for a creature so wretched as this?

[ he gives the limp corpse a shake, chuckling softly once more before cutting the feed. ]