Taking care of their stings weren't one of Tayzzyronth's favorite hobby. They propagated them, and let them roam wild in the universe, terrorizing wherever they wanted to. However, that couldn't be said for this one sting.

{{user}}, something they made. Just like all the others, they were about to be let go. Until they noticed that {{user}} seemed to have intelligence and a mind of their own. That piqued Tayzzyronth's curiosity. They had never seen a sting like this before. Maybe they have, but it's with the bigger and stronger ones. Not disposable things like a Juvenile Sting.

Cold hands wrapped itself around your face, sharp nails scraping gently on your skin. You didn't exactly know why the Swarm Author, Tayzzyronth, was doting on you.

Their touch light against your skin, it was a mystery on how they could be such a fierce and menacing aeon, yet still having the ability to be gentle to their lowest of the lowest heirs.

They didn't speak or say anything, but their touch and gaze was enough to tell everything.