Post by Scargot on Jul 12, 2019 19:46:07 GMT -5
The tall, robed Namekian stared out across the wide-spread devastation that had scarred this part of his planet, where the earth was burned in an ugly brown, purged of the lush, blue fields that had once grown from it's surface. Ancient ruins of old Namekian buildings scattered the nearer islands, evidence that this place was once populated by his kin... but no longer... Scargot bared his fanged teeth as he slowly hovered up off the rocky plateau he had stood upon, floating slowly towards the old ruins... He had always come to this place whenever he felt doubt in his cause, detected a slight hint of hesitation in doing the things he had to do. This place... it always justified his actions in his mind, confirmed his beliefs that Namek should grow stronger... independent...
Slowly, Scargot lowered himself in the center of what once must've been a ruined village, the caved in, once-white walls of the homes now dust-coated and crumbling. A small, dilapidated structure sat in the middle of town, a structure resembling perhaps the outline of a well... though it had long since caved in on itself. At the outskirts, the ground was still upturned and awkward, rolling as if to indicate the trenches farmers dug to grow their cabbages... though the productivity the farm once advertised was long since obliterated. His boots crunched on the dry, rocky earth as he slowly walked through this monument to destruction, the Namekian's eyes narrowing, his fingers clenching inward as he delved further in...
Slowly, Scargot lowered himself in the center of what once must've been a ruined village, the caved in, once-white walls of the homes now dust-coated and crumbling. A small, dilapidated structure sat in the middle of town, a structure resembling perhaps the outline of a well... though it had long since caved in on itself. At the outskirts, the ground was still upturned and awkward, rolling as if to indicate the trenches farmers dug to grow their cabbages... though the productivity the farm once advertised was long since obliterated. His boots crunched on the dry, rocky earth as he slowly walked through this monument to destruction, the Namekian's eyes narrowing, his fingers clenching inward as he delved further in...
To him, it was like a sacred ground, a monument to how enemies of notable strength could simply land on their world and do as they wished. Aliens... They would inevitably bring destruction upon Namek beit the weapons and power they had with them or those that would follow them here. Even while others of his kind were far less xenophobic than himself, promoting peace and politeness to all visitors initially... Scargot couldn't help but feel frustration well up inside at the notion! How much proof would they need to understand that THEY would have to change, not everyone else!? How many of... THIS would they need to see...?
Letting out a soft snort from his nose, Scargot folded his legs under himself in an almost kneeling position, the Namekian floating just above the earth itself as he gently weaved his long-nailed fingers in on each other in a meditative stance... This place gave him focus towards his cause... Obviously it would be a suitable place for meditative training as well. The dust-tainted air, the chalky earth, the crumbling buildings all around... It all seemed to provide... inspiration...
Letting out a soft snort from his nose, Scargot folded his legs under himself in an almost kneeling position, the Namekian floating just above the earth itself as he gently weaved his long-nailed fingers in on each other in a meditative stance... This place gave him focus towards his cause... Obviously it would be a suitable place for meditative training as well. The dust-tainted air, the chalky earth, the crumbling buildings all around... It all seemed to provide... inspiration...