A message to my kin.

[Obama]

"In the wake of the loss of our two most senior evolved kin, I Xanaxa, Whispers of Obliteration, Obliteration Emissary of Mori's Hatred... have something to say. What has happened to our kin was merely the start. They fear our biology and ability to evolve as such. Hence I'm calling out to all my kin. All of you I must say, Hunt. Hunt until you can hunt no more and your body molts again and again. They may have taken two of our kind. But now it is our chance to multiply. From two imperfects to as many as we can produce. We must all focus on reaching such a level of might for it took all of their efforts just to find everything they love still burnt to ash. Now while the fire is burning, We must stoke the flames further until nothing is left of these humanoid societies. Remember they fear you, They may act like they don't but they do."

"To my Kaor and more mentally evolved kin, Hunt with the imps. Foster their might for they will be the reserves should any of us fall in the bid to obliterate what remains of these humanoids. Make sure these younger beasts get the chance to shift shape and grow in might for once more of us fill the void of might placed upon our hold, They will be there too make sure should things not go our way, The children of these fleshbags suffer an eternal war. They hate us, Use that hatred as Mori would to grow. They fear us, Use that fear to sate your hunger. No matter how hard they push back let it be known time is always on our side for we have something they do not nor never will... Evolution." 
"Alas, To the humanoids who hear this.. You will not win. You may feel comfortable now that our imperfects have perished. But remember as long as we live you are NEVER safe."