Post by Harp on Mar 22, 2022 0:37:41 GMT -5
One strong and yearning howling wind scraped the surface of the volcanic landscape, as if all the wolves in the universe blew a mighty scream all at once and groaned fiercely. How powerful, and yet how somber, the clouds of volcanic smoke erupted with fierce reckoning. A unique presence was felt, a strange omen was detected. Alas, a man could turn a thousand times and never find what they were looking for. Answers. Footsteps in the volcanic sands, looking, but never seeing. Listening and never hearing, walking, and never finding. Answers, how one looked for such with great hunger, perpetually starving like a ravid beast for a mere sliver of resolution.
And yet, wherever Harp turned there was no such thing. Nothing was clear to him, no answers immediately present to his hand. And perhaps that was fine, one could look and never find perhaps no one would for all things. Still, there was a quality of incompleteness deep within his soul, and from it he beckoned aloud. "And I know it so. It hasn't been the first time people have attacked us, and surely neither the last. And it's not that I wish to fight, but it's because I must that I will. For a better Namek, maybe then, when others can understand each other things will change. But maybe that's foolish of me to say, strength will be necessary to ensure this does not happen again. How am I to trust others, how am I to be well when I rest. The watchful defender never sleeps."
A melancholy smile rested upon his face, staring with such eagerness at the skies above him, searching for answers. Looking for truth. Craving and never eating, consuming but never quite being full. His arms naturally drew to cross over one another as he seemed to settle in deep and heavy thoughts, but his voice and the winds Harp's only companion in this conversation between himself and the world around him.
And yet, wherever Harp turned there was no such thing. Nothing was clear to him, no answers immediately present to his hand. And perhaps that was fine, one could look and never find perhaps no one would for all things. Still, there was a quality of incompleteness deep within his soul, and from it he beckoned aloud. "And I know it so. It hasn't been the first time people have attacked us, and surely neither the last. And it's not that I wish to fight, but it's because I must that I will. For a better Namek, maybe then, when others can understand each other things will change. But maybe that's foolish of me to say, strength will be necessary to ensure this does not happen again. How am I to trust others, how am I to be well when I rest. The watchful defender never sleeps."
A melancholy smile rested upon his face, staring with such eagerness at the skies above him, searching for answers. Looking for truth. Craving and never eating, consuming but never quite being full. His arms naturally drew to cross over one another as he seemed to settle in deep and heavy thoughts, but his voice and the winds Harp's only companion in this conversation between himself and the world around him.
"I will be a great Mazoku, and an even greater Namekian."
PL: 6000
WC: 339