Literature
Manuary Prompts: Violence as First Language
“He is searching for something…” the old patheurian spacer muttered, one of his feline eyes milky - fur like the gray of a freighter's hull, his tail lashed the air as he downed his mug.
“What makes you say that, old cat?” the human behind the bar asked.
“I hear things…” the patheurian replied. “I hear rumors. Even through the vastness of space word travels. Look at what he’s taken… artifacts from civilizations long gone.”
“He steals lots of things, he’s a pirate. It’s what they do.” the brown-furred Daedalian to the feline’s right said. The Daedalian resembled an Earth jackal, and wore the uniform of the planet’s Home Guard with a distinctly non-regulation Daedalian blade attached to her belt.
“Mmm,” the Patheurian replied, “He does steal cargo, weapons, minerals… but he goes out of his way for artifacts. I think he’s trying to find what’s left of his home.”
The Daedalian’s ears parted at thoughts of home: her people had lost theirs. Scattered among the stars, and those
