Post by verisicite on Jun 7, 2017 16:20:58 GMT
Variscite sat at her favorite bench by the beach. She loved to look at the movement of the ocean water, but despised watching it lap against the shore repeatedly, defiling the sand. However she also disliked the calmness of settled liquid. It somehow seemed boring to her. The green gem supposed she would have to take the good with the bad.
As Variscite thought to herself, she resigned to look back down at the book in her hands. She was learning about earth vocabulary and common phases. To the disappointed gem's realization, not everything could be learned from a textbook. Sometimes, you had to experience awkward moments and unsettling conversations to obtain what the humans take to calling "common sense." The knowledge desiring gem felt a smile tickle her lips at the thought.
Next time she turned her head down, she saw a giant centipede by her feet. It had been burrowing in the sand near her awhile ago, judging by the small holes in the sand around it. Variscite guessed it was of the species: scolopendra, as it was five, almost six inches long. The large arthropod had twenty three sets of sickly yellow legs, adjoined by several pitch black segments. Its head was acid red, usually a good indicator that it was highly venomous. Crawling creatures like these were usually outsiders, cast away from society because no one could bear to look at them without cringing and moving on to something else. Variscite had developed a soft spot for anything that normal people rejected. She felt that she could relate to them.
"Hello friend." Variscite cooed as she bent down to stroke the poor creature. However, as soon as she did so, the centipede lurched around and sank its pinchers into her finger. The motion of treachery was to quick for the gem's eyes to follow. The animal she had tried to help attacked her...
"I understand what it's like, being rejected... but don't forget who is the predator here..."
Variscite decided not to punish the tortured soul. Rather, she flexed her wrist and squeezed the venom out of her body before healing and picked the centipede up by an area that prohibited its head from moving. the mothering character gently stored the centipede in her gem as it turned frantically and tried to bite her again. Then she stood up because she saw another person approaching, no, a gem.
As Variscite thought to herself, she resigned to look back down at the book in her hands. She was learning about earth vocabulary and common phases. To the disappointed gem's realization, not everything could be learned from a textbook. Sometimes, you had to experience awkward moments and unsettling conversations to obtain what the humans take to calling "common sense." The knowledge desiring gem felt a smile tickle her lips at the thought.
Next time she turned her head down, she saw a giant centipede by her feet. It had been burrowing in the sand near her awhile ago, judging by the small holes in the sand around it. Variscite guessed it was of the species: scolopendra, as it was five, almost six inches long. The large arthropod had twenty three sets of sickly yellow legs, adjoined by several pitch black segments. Its head was acid red, usually a good indicator that it was highly venomous. Crawling creatures like these were usually outsiders, cast away from society because no one could bear to look at them without cringing and moving on to something else. Variscite had developed a soft spot for anything that normal people rejected. She felt that she could relate to them.
"Hello friend." Variscite cooed as she bent down to stroke the poor creature. However, as soon as she did so, the centipede lurched around and sank its pinchers into her finger. The motion of treachery was to quick for the gem's eyes to follow. The animal she had tried to help attacked her...
"I understand what it's like, being rejected... but don't forget who is the predator here..."
Variscite decided not to punish the tortured soul. Rather, she flexed her wrist and squeezed the venom out of her body before healing and picked the centipede up by an area that prohibited its head from moving. the mothering character gently stored the centipede in her gem as it turned frantically and tried to bite her again. Then she stood up because she saw another person approaching, no, a gem.