Post by Evelyn Lockheart on Sept 3, 2021 3:04:53 GMT
MILK PUNCH - MILLENIUM CITY
It darn well was the only place Balfor wouldn't be seen as a threat to society. Not the place but the city. It was full of the sort of people. In appearance anyway. As someone attuned with nature and spiritual aspect of existence, he could tell that the modern world around him held no aspect of that in being. He did not feel it, anyway. He marveled at the human progress, how far advancement had brought them, but he hated at the expanse of what it had. These were lands that were once abundant with forests and animals, and spirit guardians that resided within them. They were either driven out or like him, in slumber. They'll need to be awoken...eventually. Not now, though. Not now. He had a great task ahead of him...to reduce the impact of man against nature whom they transgress. They dumped their toxic wastes in the ocean, they drilled black gold from the depths of the Earth and release unhealthy fumes into the air. Decades of their reckless actions had led to such consequences that could not possibly be reverted.
THEY DO NOT UNDERSTAND. They do not understand. Balfor, in his resting near to the glass window, quietly looked down at the ceramic container of hot milk. "Almost everything including you...are products of the Earth...no not you milk .. I know from whence you come." The blue man with the one eye sighed, apparently conversing with himself, but really, he was in conversation with the cup and its contents. "I KNOW THE EXACT UDDER. THE PRECISE ONE!" He screamed. "I am a druid. I recently awoke."
It darn well was the only place Balfor wouldn't be seen as a threat to society. Not the place but the city. It was full of the sort of people. In appearance anyway. As someone attuned with nature and spiritual aspect of existence, he could tell that the modern world around him held no aspect of that in being. He did not feel it, anyway. He marveled at the human progress, how far advancement had brought them, but he hated at the expanse of what it had. These were lands that were once abundant with forests and animals, and spirit guardians that resided within them. They were either driven out or like him, in slumber. They'll need to be awoken...eventually. Not now, though. Not now. He had a great task ahead of him...to reduce the impact of man against nature whom they transgress. They dumped their toxic wastes in the ocean, they drilled black gold from the depths of the Earth and release unhealthy fumes into the air. Decades of their reckless actions had led to such consequences that could not possibly be reverted.
THEY DO NOT UNDERSTAND. They do not understand. Balfor, in his resting near to the glass window, quietly looked down at the ceramic container of hot milk. "Almost everything including you...are products of the Earth...no not you milk .. I know from whence you come." The blue man with the one eye sighed, apparently conversing with himself, but really, he was in conversation with the cup and its contents. "I KNOW THE EXACT UDDER. THE PRECISE ONE!" He screamed. "I am a druid. I recently awoke."
