Faegard
Little Rabbit
STONE SPIRIT
Don't blink. Blink and you're dead
Don't blink. Blink and you're dead
- Intent: To create an interesting and unique creature to add flavor to RP site-wide
- Image Credit: gifs from episodes of Doctor Who, Painted image
- Canon: N/A
- Permissions: N/A
- Links: Planet sub maybe?
- Name: Stone Spirit
- Designation: Sentient
- Origins: My planet sub maybe?
- Average Lifespan: 1,000 – 1,200 GSY
- Estimated Population: Rare
- Description: Eerily beautiful, it would be easy to walk by one of these strange creatures and never know it. Appearing humanoid, and draped in simple robes or gowns, they often exhibit short hair and a beautiful pair of feathered wings at their back. However, you’d never see the mouth full of sharp teeth, as they keep their faces hidden. Perhaps most strikingly, is that the species always appear as stone sculptures of themselves; because of this, their truest form remains forever a mystery.
- Breathes: Type I
- Average Height of Adults: 1.7m
- Average Length of Adults: N/A
- Skin color: Grey, white, or brown stone (observed)
- Hair color: Grey, white, or brown stone (observed)
- Distinctions: Predominantly humanoid, these beings possess two arms and two legs. One of their two most striking distinctions would be the large pair of feathered wings that are often folded at their backs, and the second would be the fact that they appear simply as a stone carving or sculpture; exhibiting no obvious difference in texture from hair, to skin, to clothing and wings.
- Races: Unknown (presumed none)
- Force Sensitivity: Force Dead
S T R E N G T H S
- Flight: Their large wings allow these creatures to take flight at their leisure, negating the need to traverse overland
- Quantum-locked: The stone spirits are quantum-locked, which means that whenever they are being observed (whether known or unknown), they literally turn to stone, becoming as heavy and durable as granite
- Fast: because they can only move when they aren’t seen, the spirits have to be able to make the most of their time unseen, possessing quick reflexes and speed to rival the quickest predators
- Quantum-locked: You can’t kill a stone, but a stone can’t kill you either. Even though the spirits are safe from attack when being observed, they are entirely unable to move, to speak, or to act at all
- Erosion: While you cannot kill a stone, a planet can. If a spirit were to spend too long out in the elements while quantum-locked, it would begin to erode and suffer the way any rock would
- Lonely: When simply looking upon them turns them to stone, the spirits are forced to exist in complete solitude, never able to gaze upon another member of their own species
- Reliant: Any form of visual observation will lead to a spirit being quantum-locked, including through a camera or screen. Because of this, they are unable to risk activities such as spaceflight, where the chance of being turned to stone may cause their ship to go unpiloted and crash. For such activities, they rely on other species
- Diet: Stone Spirits are strictly carnivorous, but are presumed to consume both the physical flesh and life energy of their prey; as they exclusively hunt and consume sentient beings. They suffer no known poisons but seem unable to digest anything other than their chosen prey (simply regurgitating it if consumed)
- Communication: Stone spirits understand and communicate telepathically in a variety of languages, preferring Aurabesh when available
- Technology level: While they haven’t developed any technology of their own, the Spirits have learned much of the standard technology carried by their prey; understanding and using it at a standard level
- Religion/Beliefs: The stone spirits believe themselves to be divine, not gods, per se, but judges of the other races. When not hunting prey, or if given the chance to converse with them, encourage others to adopt this belief and submit as a lesser being.
- General behavior: Stone spirits live a solitary life. It is unknown how they reproduce or how young are raised, but it is understood they will bear only one or two in a lifetime. These lonely hunters roam the quiet and unpopulated regions, mostly, to avoid being seen unless they have to in order to hunt.
It was the fourth day when we first saw them.
Deep in one of the caves, these almost too-perfect statues. There were three, all positioned as if to watch the entrance. Even my professor, who’s been an archeologist for over a century, said that he’d never seen anything like it. The cavern was crumbling, ancient, barely recognisable as having once been a great hall. Yet… there they stood, these statues in near-perfect condition.
From what we could gather, the spirits used to live here; they had an entire civilization millenia ago. The planet once likely supported at least two different sentient species, given the difference in architectural designs. However, it seems that they destroyed one another in some cataclysmic war. We came out to study these ruins because there was evidence that they had evolved entirely isolated, untouched by the gulag plague or indeed any galactic influence. I don't believe it, but I guess I'll be either right or my professor will be 20 credits richer
It was the sixth day when we first realised we were in trouble. My professor pulled me aside in the cavern where we’d set up. He quietly whispered in my earcone, pointing to one of the statues.
“Look,” I remember his voice being concerned, almost frightened, “was that one… like that yesterday?”
I wanted to say that he just had fur in his eyes, that even for a wookie he was getting old, but by the gods, he was right. One of the statues had moved slightly, it seemed to have tilted around. Even though all three kept their heads in their hands, it seemed almost as if it was studying our camp.
By the thirteenth day, we’d lost half our team. What five or so of us remained were paranoid. My professor had been found that morning; mangled, bloodied, barely bones and fur remained. Neela is a nurse in training. When she was done chucking up her breakfast she managed to tell us that he had been killed almost instantaneously, but that was little comfort to us. Why were we even still there? We’d found out all we were going to. Whatever civilization had been here, they’d never mastered space travel. Near as we could gather, one had wiped out the other and then ultimately crumbled, perhaps this other race had sustained them in some way.
I didn’t care. I just wanted out.
So out of there we now are, and now I’m sitting here, in the cargo hold, fourteen days since I had landed on that forsaken rock. I’m writing this entry while I watch the corner of the room, praying our rickety old ship doesn’t lose power.
Because one of those angel statues is here, just in the shadows, and I swear every time I blink, it gets a little closer.
Don't turn your back. Don't look away. And DON'T blink
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