#; lapis lazuli

[wxlfenite]

@ofmcnstersandmen​

Homeworld Gems have made their presence known upon Earth. How Wulfenite hadn’t forseen this, he knew not. Of course they wouldn’t leave this place alone. Leave those who lost everything in peace. They always had to come back and kick the hornet’s nest, stir things up again. As far as he was aware, none of the survivors from the war had gone to Homeworld and launched an assault. So why, why where they here?

Not that it truly mattered. If it meant he could bring low those who strike earth with impunity, then so be it. As soon as the ship had dropped down, Wulfenite had sprung into action; cleaving a landing support to raise questions, and striking those who came out to investigate. For the most part, it was just Quartz Soldiers. Nothing he couldn’t handle. He struck at them, dove into cover, and re-appeared from somewhere else. A tactic he employed frequently in the war. Hit, and run. Hit, and run.

It didn’t take long for Wulfenite to finish what they started. Within a minute, only he remained. The gemstones of the Homeworld soldiers within the soil. And the pilot of their ship, nestled neatly in the ship’s command chair. He should shatter them. Crush them into the ground. But when Wulfenite raised his blade aloft, he heard someone approach.

Quickly, he spun around, blade poised and flickering with furious embers. Glaring forth, he stared down the Lapis that stood before him.

“Know this, stranger. This place is protected by the Crystal Gems. Though I am not of their creed, I never the less follow their ideals. Should you wish them harm, then by Rose’s Shield, I shall strike you down. State your purpose. Now.”

[wxlfenite]

sacrificialredemption

The Earth’s time of summer was finally coming to the end. The sun was not up until the late hours of night, and rose with the little hours of the morning. Trees where shedding its leaves over time. Green turning to amber. Amber turning to brown. Brown turning to dirt trodden beneath boots. Though summer was ending, Wulfenite still found solace in what little of the sun he could get. Walking along the banks of sand, wind blowing his scarf and sash in the wind, he just... Walked. Kept on walking.

It was the best thing to do. After your body is beaten and bloodied. Just get back into the swing of things. Hunt down old pack mates. Try to find allies. Yet despite this, it was hard. He looked different. He felt different. He even sounded bloody different. Like sand paper had been scrubbed rigorously against the chords of his throat.

He sounded disgusting. He looked horrific. He felt... Different.

Sighing, Wulfenite just pressed on. As he walked across the shore line of the beach, he couldn’t help but remember this place. This place, right here. What was so significant about it? He was tracking an old pack mate, stopped for the night... And found that tear drop shaped gem.

Lapis. This was where he first met Lapis Lazuli.

Closing his eyes, he allowed the memories to flood back into his mind. Sure, Lapis was rough around the edges. Rather hostile to the amber colored gemstone. But, she was an ally none the less. He’d kill for her, he would. Strike down any and all whom tried to do her harm. To think over a short time, he had already founded a strong, yet somewhat unstable relationship.

Opening his eyes, Wulfenite continued to walk across the shore. Humming to himself. ‘Twas an old song. A cat of a different coat. Long and sharp claws. Rain. Rain. Rain. Possibly due to the steadily approaching storm clouds. But that didn’t matter. What did matter, was that Wulfenite heard footsteps.

He quickly turned around, gripping the kukri behind his waist. No words left his lips. Just a glare as he scanned the beech.