Star Pupil
Old soul
- Joined
- Apr 30, 2011
- Location
- Valhalla
I needed a separate journal for some character crafting and brainstorming. Comments welcome.
-Katlynn Nightingale-
Perhaps she had spent far too long wasting away inside of her chambers, but she absolutely dreaded the idea of leaving it. It was a place of comfort, a place of stability as she watched the world outside change and evolve into something much bigger than she ever thought it would be. Her kind had come and gone, letting the lessers have a space all on their own. They needed it, they had reproduced exponentially since the original age and even found ways to increase their lifespan. It was fairly amusing to see such weak creatures focused on living longer. After all, by a certain age their bodies started to break down and they became less useful.
But...she supposed she could admire their tenacity. Their never ending quest to become more than a lesser species. Was it possible? Perhaps...however not without aid from the beings who made them in the first place. What they would call as "God", an omnipotent deity who was responsible for their creation in the first place. They had forgotten long ago that it was not one, it was many who invented the very thing that created them. And their tiny little world was allowed to exist because those being chose to let it be. Imperfect, lesser creations would eventually suffer from extinction and then their world would cease to exist. Then their souls would be recycled and molded into new beings, something better and more efficient. And perhaps less...fragile.
-Katlynn Nightingale-
Perhaps she had spent far too long wasting away inside of her chambers, but she absolutely dreaded the idea of leaving it. It was a place of comfort, a place of stability as she watched the world outside change and evolve into something much bigger than she ever thought it would be. Her kind had come and gone, letting the lessers have a space all on their own. They needed it, they had reproduced exponentially since the original age and even found ways to increase their lifespan. It was fairly amusing to see such weak creatures focused on living longer. After all, by a certain age their bodies started to break down and they became less useful.
But...she supposed she could admire their tenacity. Their never ending quest to become more than a lesser species. Was it possible? Perhaps...however not without aid from the beings who made them in the first place. What they would call as "God", an omnipotent deity who was responsible for their creation in the first place. They had forgotten long ago that it was not one, it was many who invented the very thing that created them. And their tiny little world was allowed to exist because those being chose to let it be. Imperfect, lesser creations would eventually suffer from extinction and then their world would cease to exist. Then their souls would be recycled and molded into new beings, something better and more efficient. And perhaps less...fragile.