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milliways_bar2017-10-07 02:05 pm
shakemyhand) wrote in milliways_bar2017-10-07 02:05 pm
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Guide is outside tonight in the forest, kicking around and wasting time. It's fun and gets him away from the humans he is not supposed to be feeding on. The air is cooling off from the summer heat and the breezes from the inlet are tinged with brine. He stops in a clearing and looks up to the stars, they twinkle at him deceptively. They are not real, he knows, they are a fabrication of the this place. The real ones are exploding every fifteen minutes.
He loves this place purely because it grants him a break from the war raging in his world, a war that has been waging long before he was born. For all he knows it's been waged since the beginning of his race. Ah, but the stars, a place he calls home.
Guide shakes his head and brings his gaze back to "earth" and takes in the nature around him. He's not entirely used to this kind of environment. He was raised on a living ship in space. Yes, he learned to hunt and fight on planets, in forests, pains, and even human towns and cities, but it was never comfortable for him. Milliways has subverted this for him, here he is not comfortable in the main chamber of the building, too many humans. So many of them acting and thinking above their place in the natural order of things (at least to his perspective). He's come to view many of them with some kind of affection, even bordering on respect, but they were chattel, nothing more. Food for his kind, sometimes loyal worshipers or pets, but never friends. That is what he was brought up to believe, but this place turned all of that its head.
Then there were those that weren't quite human, and those that defiantly weren't. They were another subset of feelings and thoughts all together. Not to mention the dead of Milliways. He's not really come to terms with them, he knows that dead are sometimes brought here, but he can't always make out who they are, they blend in with the living inhabitants.
Feel free to interrupt him.
He loves this place purely because it grants him a break from the war raging in his world, a war that has been waging long before he was born. For all he knows it's been waged since the beginning of his race. Ah, but the stars, a place he calls home.
Guide shakes his head and brings his gaze back to "earth" and takes in the nature around him. He's not entirely used to this kind of environment. He was raised on a living ship in space. Yes, he learned to hunt and fight on planets, in forests, pains, and even human towns and cities, but it was never comfortable for him. Milliways has subverted this for him, here he is not comfortable in the main chamber of the building, too many humans. So many of them acting and thinking above their place in the natural order of things (at least to his perspective). He's come to view many of them with some kind of affection, even bordering on respect, but they were chattel, nothing more. Food for his kind, sometimes loyal worshipers or pets, but never friends. That is what he was brought up to believe, but this place turned all of that its head.
Then there were those that weren't quite human, and those that defiantly weren't. They were another subset of feelings and thoughts all together. Not to mention the dead of Milliways. He's not really come to terms with them, he knows that dead are sometimes brought here, but he can't always make out who they are, they blend in with the living inhabitants.
Feel free to interrupt him.
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He stares for a moment, debating whether to leg it or not.
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"What is this thing?" he asks.
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"So... what are you, exactly?"
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God this place is weird.