#caterva

It's strange, truly, how quickly one can come to terms with dying in space.

The stars were bright tonight, more so than usual. The long necked nomads of the west would often say that this was a sign from the great creators, that the skylight would streak across the heavens above and bring about a divine message.

Shurii always thought that was a load of ceratopsian dung. She skittered through the ferns, her feathers folded tightly against her body. She weaved around trees and boulders with grace, before leaping onto a rocky outcropping to better observe the night sky.

It still was a sight to see…and…wait, was that star? It was moving, streaking across the sky. They hybrid chirped, her crest raising in alarm. It was getting closer and lower to the ground…until finally it crashed a few miles away in a brilliant ball of fire.

She really shouldn’t go investigate something that could be very dangerous…

Little space thread with Bezi

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Buildings were buildings were buildings. You saw one overgrown office you saw all of them. But one stood out now against the late afternoon sun. It had moss and grass-cracked cement paths leading to it. She followed them, the building eventually looming over her, casting a huge shadow. It still had some cube bits to it but the big draw was the massive, bulbous part that was raised right smack in the middle. It was just about as big as the rest of it.

"I'll protect you," Bezi promised. - @caterva​

          “You’ll protect me?” The laugh that follows is high and brittle. It’s a bold statement even for a man as big and intimidating as Beziar—muscle and money would not protect either of them against the wolves knocking at BJ’s door. No, no, no. 

          “Listen...” He steps closer until they’re almost chest-to-chest, until Bezi is sure to smell the tobacco on BJ’s breath and old, anxious sweat clinging to his shirt. “You don’t want to get involved. All the power that you think you have? It means shite here unless you’re able t’ be a bad man. And you?” He shakes his head. “You aren’t a bad man.”

          And BJ wouldn’t see another good man die. Not like Barry. Not like his friend Eddie. 

caterva asked : Smash or pass for Abe: Griffin /joking

Send me “Smash or Pass” + a name and my muse will answer with 100% honesty. -- accepting