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The sun continued it's slow descent into the deep blue horizon of the sea, the far end of the sky beginning to turn black as the stars emerged from their veil of light. Providing their own majestic image on the blank canvas of the skies itself, an eternal image hanging above the heads of those who inhabit this world, frozen in the relative times of life itself, slowly but surely burning themselves out into the eventual cataclysm of the late universe.

It wasn't only the skies which beamed their own stories, but the beautiful creation of life itself. Present in a myriad of shapes and sizes, an abundant existence in such a vast universe. But also hostile to those of difference, raised in isolation from their alien neighbours to the point of discriminating fear of anything with differing physiology. Of course, there were the exceptions of this law. Broken minds, experienced bodies, ancient powers, life which had surpassed reality itself held a strange form of sympathy with it's differing brethren with little to no reaction to an appearance.

"It would be easier you killed them, electricity tends to do the trick." The monotone voice mumbled through the confines of the helmet as the exposed, deep green eye shifted to the creature. Still leaning against his spear, the man raised his hand in a gesture of realisation as he slowly placed it upon the intact side of the helmet, "Of course, animals tend to do what they want with no understanding of a sophisticated language." He spoke out to himself, a form of vocal thinking as his feet were placed more firmly on the ground, his free hand hung out of it's pocket as a casual form of defensive stance. Just in case such a creature should be hostile to those different to itself.