08-05-2020, 03:40 PM
HIGHER BEINGS, THESE WORDS ARE FOR YOU ALONE
ghostwhisper - mantis-awahondo hybrid - they/them
[div style="width: 100%; height: auto; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; font-size: 15px; color: #f2ffff;"]They would not be going.
Ghostwhisper had a very odd sense of morality. Where they hailed from, they could strike down many with little a care or a feeling of deepness in their chest. They were empty on the inside - hollow, if one wanted a more accurate word. Staring into their eyes revealed the void, and the void stared right back. They were a mere speck of the power of the void, and their will had to yield to it above all else. Home had been run rampant with disease, where nobody truly was themself. Lifeless husks, where death would fare them better than to continue their life. Those who were already dead still had posed a threat. If anything, they thought - not thought - that they would be freeing those husks from a life of limbo, never able to break free.
Hearing the call to war, raised their shell from where claw had bore pencil against paper. Their wings twitched, carefully tucking the paper away. This was an order, they began to reason, but this was an order based in senselessness. The void beneath their shell yielded nothing. Their head turned, noting someone who wouldn't be leaving for battle - instead, preparing something here. An alternative, their mind prompted. Obtaining resources seemed to be the goal of the raid - nobody need ask them where they got their own from. Without being struck first, they had no reason to raise their claws to another. Not wrong. It was simply too oddly settling in their chest for them to consider for a moment longer.
Ghost scuttled off, deciding that obtaining resources of their own accord technically would not be invalidating that order.
[div style="width: 100%; height: auto; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; font-size: 15px; color: #f2ffff;"]They would not be going.
Ghostwhisper had a very odd sense of morality. Where they hailed from, they could strike down many with little a care or a feeling of deepness in their chest. They were empty on the inside - hollow, if one wanted a more accurate word. Staring into their eyes revealed the void, and the void stared right back. They were a mere speck of the power of the void, and their will had to yield to it above all else. Home had been run rampant with disease, where nobody truly was themself. Lifeless husks, where death would fare them better than to continue their life. Those who were already dead still had posed a threat. If anything, they thought - not thought - that they would be freeing those husks from a life of limbo, never able to break free.
Hearing the call to war, raised their shell from where claw had bore pencil against paper. Their wings twitched, carefully tucking the paper away. This was an order, they began to reason, but this was an order based in senselessness. The void beneath their shell yielded nothing. Their head turned, noting someone who wouldn't be leaving for battle - instead, preparing something here. An alternative, their mind prompted. Obtaining resources seemed to be the goal of the raid - nobody need ask them where they got their own from. Without being struck first, they had no reason to raise their claws to another. Not wrong. It was simply too oddly settling in their chest for them to consider for a moment longer.
Ghost scuttled off, deciding that obtaining resources of their own accord technically would not be invalidating that order.
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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