: Myrks could feed off of fear: they dont eat people if
: noone is watching, for instance, and you could argue
: that they are not exactly concious but instinctually
: carrying-out their need to terrorize; learning by
: process of trial and error the most gruesome and
: painful ways to mangle, disembowel etc in order to
: maximize the emotions on which they are chemically
: dependant (maybe more experienced myrks even delight
: in raping peasent women, orgiastically basking in
: their absolute horror untill they literally die of
: fear which could lead one to beleive that moagim was
: an enourmous halfmyrkgiant halfhuman who lead the
: myrkpacks because he was smarter than any of them and
: big enough to smack them into submission). This might
: make sense because myrks are repetitavely linked to
: "nightmares" and thus have to keep wyrd's
: dream nightmarish in the eyes of those behold it
: (where it exsits in its entirety being an illusion in
: accordance with the Wyrd-Visnu connection) in order to
: stay in existance.
I'm not too keen on Myrks being chemically or physically dependent on fear, but I *love* the idea of them being sadistic freaks as well as just natural hunters. It would go well with them being more intelligent and less animal - they have emotions and psychosis as well as people do, and given the nature of their society and its origins it makes sense that they would be psycho whack jobs who delight in torture and inflicting terror on their subjects. It would be the Myrkridia version of entertainment - see how loud you can make them scream, see how much of their body you can remove before they die, etc. And that Myrkridian rape idea is... terrifying and yet somehow erotic as well. You should write Myth slash fiction ;-)
Of course, this immediately brings up the flip side of things - what if you had a Krid who wasn't psycho? He's still be a ravenous carnivore, but being an intelligent creature could possibly curb those instincts if raised properly. I actually GM'd a GURPS Myth game once where a player was a 'domesticated' Myrkridian pack-mage (not a giant, just a smaller one ala M3), and got along perfectly fine in polite company, wore a wizard's cloak and jewelry and carried a staff (basically a Myrkridian Warlock), went hunting for non-human prey and ate it in a civilized way... and yet still played upon the fact that everyone was terrified of him, saying 'boo' to people who were all nervous of him just standing there, and then laughing it up when they went into a panic.
