bribewithcaramelmacchiato
i also take cheese, ice cream and/or chocolate
It was as all cities were - boisterous, brazen, and bustling. In the night, it shone like a cluster of earthbound stars, neon and fluorescent, seemingly beating to the pulse of an unseen heart. Giants of concrete, steel and glass served as stalwart sentinels on a playing field of asphalt and cobblestone, looming over the many, many creatures that milled about between their toes like ants marching to and from their colony. If one of these giants came to life, would it crush these ants underfoot or let them be?
Zoom in on these so-called ants. Even with the moon high in the blanket of the sky, they were still out and about. If it wasn't work, then it would be for some other mundane reason. Hanging out with friends, grabbing milk from the convenience store, a walk in the night...for how short the human life was, there was always something to be done. Even when sometimes, it included trampling on the lives of others.
This particular road was rather crowded tonight. A small public garden nestled among residential buildings was being uprooted, having been bought by a corporate tycoon from its previous owner to be repurposed into a brand new shopping district. People watched, some crying out in distress, others silent in disinterest, as decades-old trees that had once been peaceful shade and quiet yet welcoming companions to park-goers were sawed through and felled, as the grass and flowers were ripped from earth, as well-worn benches and the fountain that had long been out of order were taken away. Another space of green snuffed out for gray.
There were those who were anguished that seemed to be taking it too hard. Only the non-human would know that this was agony to them, to have yet another remnant of their old world be destroyed and transformed by the humans. But they knew they were only so few now, so endangered and powerless in the face of human advancement and resourcefulness, and that to strike now would be to bring harm to what was left of them, to induce another hunt when they couldn't afford to lose any more. So they could only hide among the enemy, could only scream and cry and whisper foreign prayers that would reach no one, that would only go unheard as the slow, slow course of fantastical extinction continued.
...or would they?
Loki god of BS
Zoom in on these so-called ants. Even with the moon high in the blanket of the sky, they were still out and about. If it wasn't work, then it would be for some other mundane reason. Hanging out with friends, grabbing milk from the convenience store, a walk in the night...for how short the human life was, there was always something to be done. Even when sometimes, it included trampling on the lives of others.
This particular road was rather crowded tonight. A small public garden nestled among residential buildings was being uprooted, having been bought by a corporate tycoon from its previous owner to be repurposed into a brand new shopping district. People watched, some crying out in distress, others silent in disinterest, as decades-old trees that had once been peaceful shade and quiet yet welcoming companions to park-goers were sawed through and felled, as the grass and flowers were ripped from earth, as well-worn benches and the fountain that had long been out of order were taken away. Another space of green snuffed out for gray.
There were those who were anguished that seemed to be taking it too hard. Only the non-human would know that this was agony to them, to have yet another remnant of their old world be destroyed and transformed by the humans. But they knew they were only so few now, so endangered and powerless in the face of human advancement and resourcefulness, and that to strike now would be to bring harm to what was left of them, to induce another hunt when they couldn't afford to lose any more. So they could only hide among the enemy, could only scream and cry and whisper foreign prayers that would reach no one, that would only go unheard as the slow, slow course of fantastical extinction continued.
...or would they?
Loki god of BS