Mama

<p><span style=color: rgba(5 5 5 1)>This is it! Go time. No longer can I stick my head in the sand or pretend that my kraken honey hasn't knocked me up.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(5 5 5 1)> What do you mean Lila? I hear you ask. Well it means I'm screwed. And not in the good way.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(5 5 5 1)> After the lightning attack on Iceen triggered my latent Skarrian abilities they've kicked into gear big time. Not only am I a lightning cat whisperer but I'm also a mimic.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(5 5 5 1)>I just became the perfect compatible option for any species in the galaxy. Which is not exactly an appealing thought. If I don't get control of my abilities it could be dangerous not only for me but for my little ones too.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(5 5 5 1)>So we're headed home to Skarr where I can give birth and get a handle on my mimic abilities before I splice myself into a dozen different species and get stuck that way.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(5 5 5 1)>Never a dull moment in the Galaxy Circus that's for sure.</span></p>