Resting Celebration
Smash mouth: Heave-Ho
Itriel grimaced; a growl of frustrated irritation escaped her pale throat as her eyes snapped open. She had been trying to rest since the last culling two cycles ago. The green haired Queen stepped from her pod as another musical scream could be heard echoing down the corridor. At any other time she would savor the celebration her children were throwing; she would love to drink in the screams of their meals but this celebration had lasted far too long in her opinion. Since the last culling, where they had found a world untouched by any of her sisters or their hives and for the first time since their awakening had their stores overflowing with humans.
She strode into the celebration hall and there was immediate silence, only broken by the pants of the now middle aged human. One of her controllers spoke.
"Do you wish to join the celebration, my Queen?"
"I wish," her voice was a near purr that made her children flinch, "to rest, something your celebration is denying me. It ends now."
The feeling of disappointment was pervasive throughout the room, though none were brave enough to voice it. She turned and started back toward the exit and her rest pod when the sound of the relieved murmuring of the human made her pause.
She looked over her shoulder at the room at large, "And get rid of that thing," she gestured negligently at the human, "its voice grates."