Drabbles
These are drabbles I wrote in this drabble tree here, that I'm posting because Mecca asked me too.
They deserve to be caged. He sits outside the cell the Plexiglas separating them. His knees are pulled to his chest, arms around them as he watches the swaying and baring of teeth. Utterly alien, violent with no humanity to speak of. He wonders if Matt was right and that's what they'd come to as a race. Rage and aggression with no humanity and nothing but a thirst for blood.
Slowly he stood, his face reflected over the Weevil's. Owen didn't always recognize himself now, his reflection was even worse, showing cadaverous shadows and deeper creases. Maybe he already had.
They deserve to be caged. He sits outside the cell the Plexiglas separating them. His knees are pulled to his chest, arms around them as he watches the swaying and baring of teeth. Utterly alien, violent with no humanity to speak of. He wonders if Matt was right and that's what they'd come to as a race. Rage and aggression with no humanity and nothing but a thirst for blood.
Slowly he stood, his face reflected over the Weevil's. Owen didn't always recognize himself now, his reflection was even worse, showing cadaverous shadows and deeper creases. Maybe he already had.