Feb 3, 2019 19:37:50 GMT
Post by Belaros on Feb 3, 2019 19:37:50 GMT
Near the heart of the oasis an overgrown weasel-like being was balanced on a bent, low-growing branch. With his furry back pressed into the horizontal-ish wood, he had a comfortable view of the heavens from his lowly place on Hel.
The stars were wild out here, weren’t they? Perfectly gorgeous, like little glittering jewels. Having planet-hopped since he was fourteen Belaros had seen the stars from half a dozen of civilized planets over the course of his twenty-something years. Nothing compared to the view of the cosmos from a star ship but… the view from Hel wasn’t terrible. Without all the air and light pollution, and with so few clouds, the desert world offered something different than all the other places Bel had been.
It was pretty.
And he hated it, if only because he didn’t have a choice in the matter. His mind, body, and soul chafed at the idea of restriction or confinement. It made him itch in the worst of ways! Needless to say Bel didn’t do well with imprisonment, even if his prison was an entire world. While it was true by the laws of… well, society and karma that he deserved this, Bel himself wasn’t totally convinced.
Who were they to take away his humanity?
Powerful men and women who never had to get their hands dirty, who just had to will it to make it happen - that was who they were and that was exactly why Bel felt them unfit to judge him. Having spent a lifetime stealing from such people the idea that those chickens were lynching the fox for his behavior just seemed… ridiculous.
Fuck ‘em. All of them.
And fuck sandstorms, too.
Despite spending his evening in a tree whistling and humming to himself as he brooded, the sudden pick up of wind and sand sent Bel seeking cover. He had learned within the first few moments of the storm that sand thrashing around at velocity could hurt. It was then that he slipped into the big mouth of a sand cave… and then that he wandered further in.
To say he was lost wouldn't be inaccurate.
Muttering to himself Bel wandered further into the caves while he tried, haplessly, to find his way back out.
The stars were wild out here, weren’t they? Perfectly gorgeous, like little glittering jewels. Having planet-hopped since he was fourteen Belaros had seen the stars from half a dozen of civilized planets over the course of his twenty-something years. Nothing compared to the view of the cosmos from a star ship but… the view from Hel wasn’t terrible. Without all the air and light pollution, and with so few clouds, the desert world offered something different than all the other places Bel had been.
It was pretty.
And he hated it, if only because he didn’t have a choice in the matter. His mind, body, and soul chafed at the idea of restriction or confinement. It made him itch in the worst of ways! Needless to say Bel didn’t do well with imprisonment, even if his prison was an entire world. While it was true by the laws of… well, society and karma that he deserved this, Bel himself wasn’t totally convinced.
Who were they to take away his humanity?
Powerful men and women who never had to get their hands dirty, who just had to will it to make it happen - that was who they were and that was exactly why Bel felt them unfit to judge him. Having spent a lifetime stealing from such people the idea that those chickens were lynching the fox for his behavior just seemed… ridiculous.
Fuck ‘em. All of them.
And fuck sandstorms, too.
Despite spending his evening in a tree whistling and humming to himself as he brooded, the sudden pick up of wind and sand sent Bel seeking cover. He had learned within the first few moments of the storm that sand thrashing around at velocity could hurt. It was then that he slipped into the big mouth of a sand cave… and then that he wandered further in.
To say he was lost wouldn't be inaccurate.
Muttering to himself Bel wandered further into the caves while he tried, haplessly, to find his way back out.
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