Diseased. How dare they call me diseased!? I am surely cleaner than them! They continually speak of my changelings as rabid, ravenous animals! How dare they call them diseased! How dare they call me a creature infected by a pestilence!

...How dare they be right. How dare they know so much about me in a single glance...

Note: This is at least partially experimental, so don't count on super-regular updates (like none of my other stories). Also, This might be flame bait, but I do not appreciate personal slander, people calling the characters in the story "bitches", "dicks", etc, or any sort of distasteful riffing hidden behind the excuse of "I'm not hating, I'm just trying to make him think".