Post by Fire Opal the Aristocrat on Jan 30, 2018 22:50:45 GMT
‘How did I end up on this beach?’ - it was the thirst thought that came in mind of Fire Opal, when he suddenly found himself walking not on the grass, but on the sand, and, by look of the footprints, he did it for a very long time. He even almost ended up walking right into the city, full of organic and partially sentient life forms that call themselves ‘humans’. It were they who were protected by those pesky rebels, they and all this planet, full of overwhelming amount of disgusting organic lifeforms.
Opal really didn’t understand all this hatred to Homeworld destroying this planet, that walked all around ‘Crystal Gems’, as rebels called themselves. Homeworld destroyed many planets with organic life, maybe not sentient, but still life, and even if not to look at Homeworld, humans still destroy their world themself, by the look of it. So isn’t it better if the planet was destroyed with purpose and not just because humans can live a year without war?
Aristocrat let out a sigh, in which someone could see all of his tiredness of this world. He could literally kill someone now, just to let himself feel better, and anyone, who would go close enough, would be at risk. Fortunately for sentient lifeforms and unfortunately for a seagull, it landed near Opal and started screaming loudly, making him hate this organic creature even more. Second after seagull was screaming even louder and suddenly stopped, still continuing flapping its wings, just because of some little fireball, which was shot exactly at one of the wings, feathers of which were lit up in a second, and soon the whole bird was burning.
Fire Opal watched it with satisfaction, not even thinking of helping the bird with water or ending its life with one swipe of the rapier. He liked the suffering of organic life, he felt like it was a revenge for being stuck here, being apart of his guard, Moonstone.
The smell of burning feathers and meat was all in the air, and smoke was seen from afar. Opal forgot about being careful, but now he didn’t care: he just hoped that if anyone would cone here to see what happened, they won’t intervene in burning of a bird, won’t distract him from satisfying it, and, most importantly, won’t try to start a dialog. He didn’t want to go away until he sees the bird burn to bones, and he wouldn’t stand somebody distracting him from watching it. Burning organics is the best way to spend your alone time, at least in the thoughts of Fire Opal.
Opal really didn’t understand all this hatred to Homeworld destroying this planet, that walked all around ‘Crystal Gems’, as rebels called themselves. Homeworld destroyed many planets with organic life, maybe not sentient, but still life, and even if not to look at Homeworld, humans still destroy their world themself, by the look of it. So isn’t it better if the planet was destroyed with purpose and not just because humans can live a year without war?
Aristocrat let out a sigh, in which someone could see all of his tiredness of this world. He could literally kill someone now, just to let himself feel better, and anyone, who would go close enough, would be at risk. Fortunately for sentient lifeforms and unfortunately for a seagull, it landed near Opal and started screaming loudly, making him hate this organic creature even more. Second after seagull was screaming even louder and suddenly stopped, still continuing flapping its wings, just because of some little fireball, which was shot exactly at one of the wings, feathers of which were lit up in a second, and soon the whole bird was burning.
Fire Opal watched it with satisfaction, not even thinking of helping the bird with water or ending its life with one swipe of the rapier. He liked the suffering of organic life, he felt like it was a revenge for being stuck here, being apart of his guard, Moonstone.
The smell of burning feathers and meat was all in the air, and smoke was seen from afar. Opal forgot about being careful, but now he didn’t care: he just hoped that if anyone would cone here to see what happened, they won’t intervene in burning of a bird, won’t distract him from satisfying it, and, most importantly, won’t try to start a dialog. He didn’t want to go away until he sees the bird burn to bones, and he wouldn’t stand somebody distracting him from watching it. Burning organics is the best way to spend your alone time, at least in the thoughts of Fire Opal.