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“how in the hell am i supposed to tell between what is going to kill you and what just naturally works?”
“idk, if we scream it’s normally bad”
“you just screamed jumping into that water”
“…”
“there’s no way to tell is there”
“i mean you could guess”
“you said some of you can’t swim, so i can’t trust that it isn’t one of you trying a natural thing and failing”
“well yeah you just have to guess every time”
H: "Look, we have different kinds of screams. Some are cheerful, some are panicked."
A: "Okay, and which of those does the the high-pitched wordless scream, emitted by human children in particular, fall under?"
H: "............crap."
A1: The commander said he was going to what?
A2: He said he was going to do something called free dive training.
A1: Where is he going to do this? What is he even diving into?
A2: He said that.. um... the ocean.. looked inviting.
A1: BUT THATS WATER!! One of the most dangerous poisons in the galaxy, and you let him go?!!!
A2: Sir, if you think I'm able to stop a human from doing anything, then you need to have your mental faculties reevaluated.
> A1: BUT THATS WATER!! One of the most dangerous poisons in the galaxy, and you let him go?!!!
H2: That's why we wear these full-body protective suits. Not to protect us, but to protect you guys. ** That poor alien ambassador. Right in the line of a sneeze.
A1: But why are the suits full-body?
H2: You wouldn't know, but there is this thing called "sweating". We literally excrete water from our skin.
A1: As a defense mechanism?
H2: For cooling.
H2: Then there is crying where water comes out of our eyes we do it when we are really sad or really happy. We also release water when sick or just removing bodily waste in general.
A1: You humans just look for any excuse to release water.
H2: Well the human body is 70% water after all it's literally in our blood.
A3: Its your in your *what*.
H2: Hey its not our fault! Our homeworld has an overabundance, with nearly 3/4 of its surface covered in water. All life there evolved to take advantage of it, hell I'm more surprised we're the first water-based life form you've come across.
A3: ......Sorry I stopped listening after the 'my planet is mostly poison' part.
A: So, let me get this right. You were completely submerged in water—which you are not able to breathe in, according to the medical files—screaming, and flailing wildly before you fell in. And somehow you were *not* in danger?
H: Yep. I was swimming.
A: *Confused inner screaming*
"While I appreciate the hug, I assure you, I am fully capable of swimming to shore on my own."
"No. Bad human. Stay in arms. Be warm, safe and dry."
"I was just going snorkeling. I wasn't after being dry today."
"But you were after being warm and safe, *weren't you*?"
"...There is no right answer to that question when I was going to do a study of poisonous sea life, is there?"
The Dragon drags her mate into bed, and we all know what happens after that. Fortunately, most of the man's bones had been laced with Titanium years ago.
However, the male deathworlder was chanting something very strange, the xenobiologists noted. One of them asked the senior field member, “what on clipxon does death by snu snu mean?”
"Security team to medical! We have contamination in the human mess hall; mass poisoning event with multiple casualties. Several humans are unresponsive, others disoriented, speech incoherent, requesting additional units for transport to med bay"
"This is medical. Security, before we mobilize, what is the suspected contaminant?"
"Scans of various beverages indicate high concentrations of ethanol"
"Ah, I see. Security, bring in the unconscious ones. Tell the ambulatory ones they can come to medical to receive an IV. Most of them should come in voluntarily"
"Understood. We will initiate a quarantine and investigation of rations in the human mess hall once all casualties are accounted for"
"That is not necessary"
"What do you mean?"
\-- A conversation preceding two lectures. One on the social habits and metabolism of humans for non-human crew, and one emphasizing moderation in celebration for the humans
Hey! Neither have I! But that's just because I'm apparently immortal. 3 vehicles written off, and thirteen attempts that left me in ICU and I'm still here. Apparently my body built up a ridiculous amount of resistance to medication through out the years of trying to find the right mix of meds. Rendering most treatments for my Bi-polar 1 with psychotic episodes, extreme paranoia, and auditory and tactile hallucinations completely useless. It also means that morphine has very little effect, which is a problem if you keep surviving car accidents. Let me tell you, it's no joke having a piece of tree branch removed from your face when the pain meds don't work.
Holy smokes my guy, that must have been awful! You have my sympathy for that difficult situation.
That said, I salute you and could you imagine the reaction of a xeno if they heard you talk about that?! They would be shook.
I found out the hard way I'm immune to opiates and morphine in particular. Hit by a bus, jumped out of an 80-100ft tree in a forest preserve, jumped off a cliff into a hole in the ground, etc.
Never broke a bone in my life
Opiates make me nauseous, which just makes me angry about it, and that's about it. They do basically nothing for pain management, and as a result I have a scary high pain tolerance apparently. Like, I went to work in my boots on a broken foot like everything was fine for weeks. I only know it was broken because they saw it in an unrelated ankle X-ray way after the fact, because my ankle wouldn't support weight at all, and they thought I could have a fracture based on how bad it looked. Apparently 'moderately annoying' and it being black and purple from bruising means broken. I was told as a kid if I could walk/use it then it wasn't broken. Makes me wonder what else I probably actually should have been seen for.
Aparently i have a high resistance to anestesics
They need to give a dose 1.5x bigger for similar effects and i still take a little bit longer to Go unconcious than average even then(not tô account i could last a few seconds more If i was actually trying to be awake)
"Human, that drink you're consuming is comprised of several toxic substances"
"Huh? I've been drinking this stuff since I turned fifteen dude, it's not good for me but it's fine"
"I will not let you drink that fermented potato juice" The Targiri grabbed the bottle of vodka from Justin's hand and ran to the sink to pour it out.
"HEY! Dude not cool" He rushed after them and tried grabbing at the bottle, "Come on, that cost me 150 cred at the last beacon, and we can't get anything that good for the next twenty parsecs at least"
"This garbage is better burned in engines, I am getting rid of it" They pick Justin up by the collar of his shirt and hold him away as they pour the first of many bottles of alcohol down the drain.
Later a badly beaten Targiri was admitted to the infirmary with a large amount of bruising. While they were being treated they received a summons to appear in small claims court as a defendant in a theft case.
It is enough to drive one insane, being out in space for too long.
Bertrand had never done well being cooped up inside for too long. His mental health had hit new lows when Earth had locked itself down thanks to a pandemic. Recently however, thanks to the scattering of humans across the stars; the man had gone almost two months without seeing a sky or feeling the breath of wind on his face.
At his lowest moment, he'd climbed onto a chair and held his face in front of an oxygen recycler vent.
He thought upon those two months as he stood on the cliff's edge and closed his eyes. The salt air blew past him, caressing his exposed chest, arms, legs, and face. His hair likewise moved and waved on the unseen currents despite it being wet.
Bert breathed in deep through his nose and closed his eyes as he teetered on the very edge. He could hear the water far below him lapping at the edge of the cliffs.
The human had never thought to ever appreciate the smell of an ocean or the feel of wind before the loss of Earth. Now? On one of the draconian home worlds? He genuinely wasn't sure he could ever go back onto a spaceship or station. He wasn't cut out for that life. Even now, on an alien world, thousands of lightyears away from his own home, he could live here, but not on a station.
He felt himself lean forwards and allowed himself to feel the fear of falling.
During his travel, to say that they'd wanted to wrap him in bubble wrap as an understatement. He'd had to demand the canid guard leave his private quarters. He'd had to argue against being frozen for the whole journey. Rules and regulations and safety guides. All because humans were critically endangered.
That brought its own dark thoughts.
A galaxy of creatures that all wanted to 'protect' humanity by curtailing their freedom.
Bertrand felt gravity catch a hold of him, give a silent wink, then pull him over the edge of the cliff.
There was a moment of weightlessness as the human began his fall. His stomach lurched and he felt a genuine smile touch his face before he opened his eyes to see the swirl of water below him. There was a creature down there, a dark shadow under the water of some huge beast. The top half of its long scaled snout floated on the surface of the water; bright yellow eyes were watching him, monitoring his fall into it's clutches.
After another moment passed. Something bright red and fast appeared in the very edge of his vision. From his perfect downward position to dive into the water, Bertrand couldn't help but flinch as a flying, biological, tank crashed into him. Scaled and clawed hands grabbed his body and arrested his fall before great leather wings opened and lifted both the human and the quadruped draconian onto air currents.
Huge hands, almost as large as Bert's torso manipulated him whilst the circled downwards onto a sandy beach that ran up alongside the cliff that the human had tumbled from. As they landed, the clawed hands gently settled the human onto the soft sands as the sound of something large pulled itself from the water.
"Wha-" Began the man, only to be cut off with a bellow from the, for lack of a better description; red dragon that had plucked the human from the air with the ease of a hawk hunting a small bird.
"What do you think you were doing!?" The great red beast demanded of the blue and green sea creature.
The draconians were separated into three distinct types.
Bipedal. The political and diplomats of the species. They were the ones who had arranged for Bert to arrive in their system.
Quadrupeds. The protectors, guards and soldiers of the draconian people. This was the red dragon that appeared to be steps away from breathing fire at the aquatic draconian.
And finally, the aquatics.
Ah the aquatic draconians. They were by far and away, Bertrand's favourite. They were the creatives. The imagination of the draconains. They were wild and free, barely capable of staying focused for more than a few minutes, unless they began to hyper-focus, then they would forgo self care purely because they were so enraptured with their goal or task.
It was this aquatic draconian who had suggested cliff diving to the new arrival who was spending time with them to learn the various subspecies of the species.
"It could have died!" Bellowed the guard.
"I was watchin' 'em!" Replied the dripping, water dragon. Obviously cowed and nervous of the furious guard.
"It?" Asked Bertrand in a quiet voice.
"They-" The guard cut himself off and swung his head round, dipping it slightly in apology. "I meant, 'he', but the reckless actions of this fool has endangered you. I misspoke." Continued the red dragon, shaking his head with disgust as the aquatic draconian who had lowered themselves into the sand.
"It's fine, but also it was my idea." The human lied, but it immediately took the wind from the draconian's wings, so to speak.
"Yours?" Demanded the red scaled beast, now stepping carefully to turn its great body to face the human. It was a strange sensation to face down a creature of legend. It was not the first time that the human had considered the perhaps some of the stories from Earth, were based on real creatures that once lived or at least visited the planet.
"That... that's not the point. Your caretaker should have known-"
"That freedom is important. To me. I'm a strong swimmer, I've done it before and I'm..." The human's shoulders sagged, both of the draconians said nothing. "I'm tired of being told 'no' because its not safe. I need to feel excitement again man..."
"You..." The guard huffed and shook his head.
"I was watchin' 'em... They were sad... Told me how it was going from their home to here... They don't *have* a home anymore... Can't they have a *bit* of fun?" Pressed the blue and green draconian from the sand. Their words for more relaxed with a strange accent, compared to the guard who used clipped words, but annunciated and pronounced each word as if they were on parade.
"F-fine. But I'm staying." Demanded the guard, but at his words the aquatic merely raised their long neck from the sand with a toothy grin.
"That's great! Common humie! You gotta' do that flip!"
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“how in the hell am i supposed to tell between what is going to kill you and what just naturally works?” “idk, if we scream it’s normally bad” “you just screamed jumping into that water” “…” “there’s no way to tell is there” “i mean you could guess” “you said some of you can’t swim, so i can’t trust that it isn’t one of you trying a natural thing and failing” “well yeah you just have to guess every time”
H: "Look, we have different kinds of screams. Some are cheerful, some are panicked." A: "Okay, and which of those does the the high-pitched wordless scream, emitted by human children in particular, fall under?" H: "............crap."
"Look, even *humans* get confused by those. Context matters a lot."
"And when a kid is thrown into water by their peers and is screming and flailing. Is the kid in danger or is it just a natural reaction?"
Yes.
I assume they would struggle to the point of being thrown by their peers if it was bad.
Thrown off a pier by your peers
Damn you take my upvote
r/angryupvote
A1: The commander said he was going to what? A2: He said he was going to do something called free dive training. A1: Where is he going to do this? What is he even diving into? A2: He said that.. um... the ocean.. looked inviting. A1: BUT THATS WATER!! One of the most dangerous poisons in the galaxy, and you let him go?!!! A2: Sir, if you think I'm able to stop a human from doing anything, then you need to have your mental faculties reevaluated.
A3: wait until you hear their bodies need water, your mind will be blown
> A1: BUT THATS WATER!! One of the most dangerous poisons in the galaxy, and you let him go?!!! H2: That's why we wear these full-body protective suits. Not to protect us, but to protect you guys. ** That poor alien ambassador. Right in the line of a sneeze.
A1: But why are the suits full-body? H2: You wouldn't know, but there is this thing called "sweating". We literally excrete water from our skin. A1: As a defense mechanism? H2: For cooling.
H2: Then there is crying where water comes out of our eyes we do it when we are really sad or really happy. We also release water when sick or just removing bodily waste in general. A1: You humans just look for any excuse to release water. H2: Well the human body is 70% water after all it's literally in our blood.
A3: Its your in your *what*. H2: Hey its not our fault! Our homeworld has an overabundance, with nearly 3/4 of its surface covered in water. All life there evolved to take advantage of it, hell I'm more surprised we're the first water-based life form you've come across. A3: ......Sorry I stopped listening after the 'my planet is mostly poison' part.
H3: Arsenic is poison to us but you use it the same as we all use salt.
A4: Salt!?
H3: Yeah. The white granular seasoning we've been adding to our meals? You said it tasted like nothing else.
H4: Actually, "Salt" is a compound of two chemicals. One's a poison, and the other's explosive. But together they're completely harmless.
A4: *faints*
H5: Completely harmless? Tell that to a snail.
H:70 to 80% of our chemical composition is literally Water...
-Points to other people's replies- Little late to the party there
A: So, let me get this right. You were completely submerged in water—which you are not able to breathe in, according to the medical files—screaming, and flailing wildly before you fell in. And somehow you were *not* in danger? H: Yep. I was swimming. A: *Confused inner screaming*
We are the deathworlders
We aren't necessarily the ONLY deathworlders in the galaxy, we're just the only deathworlders to be absurdly unstoppable pursuit predators.
And also the only ones always looking for different ways to end ourselves 😅.
Of course, that way when a species with malicious intent tries it, we're already prepared for a counter
**Hamsters:** “Are we a joke to you?”
Hamsters: https://preview.redd.it/6e1r8kf4ncpc1.jpeg?width=801&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5ed2d5bed44c26b56eb5f97f7a33b0a2c3bdfd37
Micro humans vs normal humans Then you Just add komodo dragons and we got scaly humans
I think using "absurd" when describing humans is appropriate in a lot of different contexts
We have literaly reated more ways to off ourselves than we can remember, we are the deathworlders
"While I appreciate the hug, I assure you, I am fully capable of swimming to shore on my own." "No. Bad human. Stay in arms. Be warm, safe and dry." "I was just going snorkeling. I wasn't after being dry today." "But you were after being warm and safe, *weren't you*?" "...There is no right answer to that question when I was going to do a study of poisonous sea life, is there?"
"that's it, bed, now.
The Dragon drags her mate into bed, and we all know what happens after that. Fortunately, most of the man's bones had been laced with Titanium years ago.
However, the male deathworlder was chanting something very strange, the xenobiologists noted. One of them asked the senior field member, “what on clipxon does death by snu snu mean?”
🏅
Comic Xannador
My dog irl
"Security team to medical! We have contamination in the human mess hall; mass poisoning event with multiple casualties. Several humans are unresponsive, others disoriented, speech incoherent, requesting additional units for transport to med bay" "This is medical. Security, before we mobilize, what is the suspected contaminant?" "Scans of various beverages indicate high concentrations of ethanol" "Ah, I see. Security, bring in the unconscious ones. Tell the ambulatory ones they can come to medical to receive an IV. Most of them should come in voluntarily" "Understood. We will initiate a quarantine and investigation of rations in the human mess hall once all casualties are accounted for" "That is not necessary" "What do you mean?" \-- A conversation preceding two lectures. One on the social habits and metabolism of humans for non-human crew, and one emphasizing moderation in celebration for the humans
That's cause we don't. Making them actually worried that we're going to die
Everybody dies at some point, and I haven't yet. I think I'm doing pretty well on that account.
Hey! Neither have I! But that's just because I'm apparently immortal. 3 vehicles written off, and thirteen attempts that left me in ICU and I'm still here. Apparently my body built up a ridiculous amount of resistance to medication through out the years of trying to find the right mix of meds. Rendering most treatments for my Bi-polar 1 with psychotic episodes, extreme paranoia, and auditory and tactile hallucinations completely useless. It also means that morphine has very little effect, which is a problem if you keep surviving car accidents. Let me tell you, it's no joke having a piece of tree branch removed from your face when the pain meds don't work.
Holy smokes my guy, that must have been awful! You have my sympathy for that difficult situation. That said, I salute you and could you imagine the reaction of a xeno if they heard you talk about that?! They would be shook.
I found out the hard way I'm immune to opiates and morphine in particular. Hit by a bus, jumped out of an 80-100ft tree in a forest preserve, jumped off a cliff into a hole in the ground, etc. Never broke a bone in my life
I know a guy who is like the complete opposite of that. Runs a comic book shop now.
Opiates make me nauseous, which just makes me angry about it, and that's about it. They do basically nothing for pain management, and as a result I have a scary high pain tolerance apparently. Like, I went to work in my boots on a broken foot like everything was fine for weeks. I only know it was broken because they saw it in an unrelated ankle X-ray way after the fact, because my ankle wouldn't support weight at all, and they thought I could have a fracture based on how bad it looked. Apparently 'moderately annoying' and it being black and purple from bruising means broken. I was told as a kid if I could walk/use it then it wasn't broken. Makes me wonder what else I probably actually should have been seen for.
Aparently i have a high resistance to anestesics They need to give a dose 1.5x bigger for similar effects and i still take a little bit longer to Go unconcious than average even then(not tô account i could last a few seconds more If i was actually trying to be awake)
Dude is the reincarnation of Adrian carton de wiart with an ancestry of a hot wheels
Make that 4 cars. Yesterday was fun...
Pfhaha make me think of a good book i read called "téméraire" it has this exact scene is very funny
“LAWRENCE I AM COMING TO GET YOU”
**cue in the ship almost capsising**
~~well, an eastern dragon rather than a wyvern~~
True true
Love that book
One of the best serie of book i have read
I'm actually reading that series right now, they are currently trying to get back a stolen egg in Australia.
I'm actually reading that series right now, they are currently trying to get back a stolen egg in Australia.
The 7th book if i remember right yeah it has gone to shit for lawrence and téméraire at that point
It appears that I have some more good books to read.
Yep would recommend very good plot nice thematique historical stuff and amazing character and lovably detestable one :3
My favorite series! My favorite bit is when Laurence is trying to gently explain what a prostitute is and Tem's just like "Oh, you mean *Whores?*"
Ha the bluntness of a child in someyone 25 time your size still fucking funny
Link? 😶
First book is called His Majesty's Dragon
Author?
Naomi Novik
That's cute.
"Human, that drink you're consuming is comprised of several toxic substances" "Huh? I've been drinking this stuff since I turned fifteen dude, it's not good for me but it's fine" "I will not let you drink that fermented potato juice" The Targiri grabbed the bottle of vodka from Justin's hand and ran to the sink to pour it out. "HEY! Dude not cool" He rushed after them and tried grabbing at the bottle, "Come on, that cost me 150 cred at the last beacon, and we can't get anything that good for the next twenty parsecs at least" "This garbage is better burned in engines, I am getting rid of it" They pick Justin up by the collar of his shirt and hold him away as they pour the first of many bottles of alcohol down the drain.
Oh, that motherfucker is a dead man
*silence* "...why do i hear boss music"
Later a badly beaten Targiri was admitted to the infirmary with a large amount of bruising. While they were being treated they received a summons to appear in small claims court as a defendant in a theft case.
I mean, many of us don't, so they aren't wrong
Help my human hasn’t moved for 50 hours. He said he’s doing something called “bingeing”.
To be fair. Several humans have been documented to genuinely enjoy war. War, the mass slaughter of each other/two species.
NEVER DIE, SHOT THROUGH THE EYE
Never surrender however they try
OH HOW THEY TRY
Song name? Now I’m curious
https://www.sabaton.net/discography/the-war-to-end-all-wars/the-unkillable-soldier/ The Unkillable Soldier - Lyrics | Sabaton Official Website
Google "Sir Adrian Carton De Wiart"
Dude was an insane badass
Also a psychopath probably but eh we don't need to talk about that one
SHOT THROUGH THE EYE
HE’LL NEVER DIE
AT THE EDGE OF MADNESS
IN A TIME OF SADNESS
AN IMMORTAL SOLDIER FINDS HIS HOME
u/wolvensstories
It is enough to drive one insane, being out in space for too long. Bertrand had never done well being cooped up inside for too long. His mental health had hit new lows when Earth had locked itself down thanks to a pandemic. Recently however, thanks to the scattering of humans across the stars; the man had gone almost two months without seeing a sky or feeling the breath of wind on his face. At his lowest moment, he'd climbed onto a chair and held his face in front of an oxygen recycler vent. He thought upon those two months as he stood on the cliff's edge and closed his eyes. The salt air blew past him, caressing his exposed chest, arms, legs, and face. His hair likewise moved and waved on the unseen currents despite it being wet. Bert breathed in deep through his nose and closed his eyes as he teetered on the very edge. He could hear the water far below him lapping at the edge of the cliffs. The human had never thought to ever appreciate the smell of an ocean or the feel of wind before the loss of Earth. Now? On one of the draconian home worlds? He genuinely wasn't sure he could ever go back onto a spaceship or station. He wasn't cut out for that life. Even now, on an alien world, thousands of lightyears away from his own home, he could live here, but not on a station. He felt himself lean forwards and allowed himself to feel the fear of falling. During his travel, to say that they'd wanted to wrap him in bubble wrap as an understatement. He'd had to demand the canid guard leave his private quarters. He'd had to argue against being frozen for the whole journey. Rules and regulations and safety guides. All because humans were critically endangered. That brought its own dark thoughts. A galaxy of creatures that all wanted to 'protect' humanity by curtailing their freedom. Bertrand felt gravity catch a hold of him, give a silent wink, then pull him over the edge of the cliff. There was a moment of weightlessness as the human began his fall. His stomach lurched and he felt a genuine smile touch his face before he opened his eyes to see the swirl of water below him. There was a creature down there, a dark shadow under the water of some huge beast. The top half of its long scaled snout floated on the surface of the water; bright yellow eyes were watching him, monitoring his fall into it's clutches. After another moment passed. Something bright red and fast appeared in the very edge of his vision. From his perfect downward position to dive into the water, Bertrand couldn't help but flinch as a flying, biological, tank crashed into him. Scaled and clawed hands grabbed his body and arrested his fall before great leather wings opened and lifted both the human and the quadruped draconian onto air currents. Huge hands, almost as large as Bert's torso manipulated him whilst the circled downwards onto a sandy beach that ran up alongside the cliff that the human had tumbled from. As they landed, the clawed hands gently settled the human onto the soft sands as the sound of something large pulled itself from the water. "Wha-" Began the man, only to be cut off with a bellow from the, for lack of a better description; red dragon that had plucked the human from the air with the ease of a hawk hunting a small bird. "What do you think you were doing!?" The great red beast demanded of the blue and green sea creature. The draconians were separated into three distinct types. Bipedal. The political and diplomats of the species. They were the ones who had arranged for Bert to arrive in their system. Quadrupeds. The protectors, guards and soldiers of the draconian people. This was the red dragon that appeared to be steps away from breathing fire at the aquatic draconian. And finally, the aquatics. Ah the aquatic draconians. They were by far and away, Bertrand's favourite. They were the creatives. The imagination of the draconains. They were wild and free, barely capable of staying focused for more than a few minutes, unless they began to hyper-focus, then they would forgo self care purely because they were so enraptured with their goal or task. It was this aquatic draconian who had suggested cliff diving to the new arrival who was spending time with them to learn the various subspecies of the species. "It could have died!" Bellowed the guard. "I was watchin' 'em!" Replied the dripping, water dragon. Obviously cowed and nervous of the furious guard. "It?" Asked Bertrand in a quiet voice. "They-" The guard cut himself off and swung his head round, dipping it slightly in apology. "I meant, 'he', but the reckless actions of this fool has endangered you. I misspoke." Continued the red dragon, shaking his head with disgust as the aquatic draconian who had lowered themselves into the sand. "It's fine, but also it was my idea." The human lied, but it immediately took the wind from the draconian's wings, so to speak. "Yours?" Demanded the red scaled beast, now stepping carefully to turn its great body to face the human. It was a strange sensation to face down a creature of legend. It was not the first time that the human had considered the perhaps some of the stories from Earth, were based on real creatures that once lived or at least visited the planet. "That... that's not the point. Your caretaker should have known-" "That freedom is important. To me. I'm a strong swimmer, I've done it before and I'm..." The human's shoulders sagged, both of the draconians said nothing. "I'm tired of being told 'no' because its not safe. I need to feel excitement again man..." "You..." The guard huffed and shook his head. "I was watchin' 'em... They were sad... Told me how it was going from their home to here... They don't *have* a home anymore... Can't they have a *bit* of fun?" Pressed the blue and green draconian from the sand. Their words for more relaxed with a strange accent, compared to the guard who used clipped words, but annunciated and pronounced each word as if they were on parade. "F-fine. But I'm staying." Demanded the guard, but at his words the aquatic merely raised their long neck from the sand with a toothy grin. "That's great! Common humie! You gotta' do that flip!" [r/WolvensStories](https://www.reddit.com/r/WolvensStories/s/Vqp1XaB4UG) [AO3](https://archiveofourown.org/users/Wolven91) [Ko-Fi](https://ko-fi.com/wolven) [Tumblr](https://www.tumblr.com/wolven91?source=share)
I'm proud of you.
I think you mean u/Wolven91
The summoning is complete!
Good story again wolven91
Glad you liked it!
Cats
u/Wolven91 You have been summoned to write thine new prompt
The summons are complete, and the contract is fulfilled. My final message; good bye.
u/Wolven91 I summon Thee !
One of my favorite moments from Adastra lol
[We are the Deathworlders](https://www.reddit.com/r/humansarespaceorcs/s/bMvqAeJMkR)
This is a daily reminder that a decent chunk of the things we eat are literal poison to anything *not* human
Any source on the artwork?