The small, aberrant creature saw the opportunity to feed and took it. His long, tentacle-arms whipped out, showing the wicked talons at the tips of his fingers, which in turn jutted out from wide pad-like hands covered in serrated spines. He grabbed one of the heads, pulled it close, and began squeezing and crushing it in his hands. Once it was little more than a bloody pulp, he slurped up chunks greedily. When he was done, he once again wiped his mouth, though this time it was not just drool that dripped from between his jagged teeth.
"As long as we are introducing ourselves, you may call me Olokuul. As you can see, it would be foolish to judge my strength by my size, but don't delude yourselves into thinking me to be some mere brute. I harness not only powers of frigid cold, but control over time itself. Don't take my word for it, though, observe..."
Olokuul stood up in his chair, concentrated for a moment, and suddenly everyone in the room seemed to be moving slower to Nazrin. To everyone else, Nazrin and her dolls appeared to accelerate, moving and acting much faster than before. Just a moment afterward, things returned to normal.