Appetence

Archive Log: 60

There was urgency in David's steps as his feet skilfully stepped through the thick, heavy jutting up roots of the trees near his home. He jumped up and over fallen trees, logs, avoided skidding in mud and puddles and eventually made his way up the steep hill which led out of the valley clearing the temple resided in.

David peered out of his cloak hood, his hair whipping slightly into his face because of the slowly growing wind. It was going to storm, again. His blue eyes looked skyward as the dark clouds seemed to cement this. He had to hurry, he knew a group of people wouldn't last long out here. As strong as David was, even he struggled to stay standing in the winds which sometimes got churned up when a storm hit. He was built to withstand damage and anything that could be thrown at him, humans weren't.

The mere thought of humans being present had him urging himself onwards. His cloak billowed out behind him as his feet practically skipped between obstacles. Humans. He hadn't seen or spoken to one in how many years? Nearing on ten years now, was it? Elizabeth had been out of his life, and Minerva's for quite some time now. Yes, he may admittedly have ulterior motives into wanting them safe, and within reach. But overall, really, it seemed a shame and a waste for them to all perish on this planet, in a storm. They had got this far, through some means or another, David was uncertain how; but they had made it to this far distant planet, he was sure they would be disappointed, but that probably would've been a shared feeling.

Not that David was wholly disappointed here, he had managed to progressively expand on his work, he had limitless resources and time; and all thanks to the Engineers. To be fair, it was mainly them which had left a lacklustre feeling within David. Mortal Gods meant very little to him. Pausing when he reached another clearing, he looked out at the scene before him. He had been so lost in his thoughts, he hadn't realised he had made it this far. He could spy the lake in which Minerva often liked swimming in. Only, the smooth dark surface of it was alight with the fire of a burning vehicle.

David's eyes narrowed, that was as good as a sign that humans were here then anything else. The screaming which was happening also did good at alerting him to their presence. But the harsh fire had caught his attention for a few moments longer than planned, and by the time he tore his eyes away, he could distantly spy something jumping and leaping about.

David's head tilted slightly, he even leaned against a tree and curiously watched. Yes, he said to Minerva he would bring them back; he never said anything about urgently aiding them. After all, he didn't know what these people were like. She had said they had guns, and he could hear them rapidly being fired. She was right, what if they saw him as an enemy? David had to be careful, right? His eyes watched as someone got tackled to the ground, or did they fall? David wasn't sure, but he was sure they weren't moving anymore. There went one human then. With a sigh, David readjusted his hold on the projectile gun in his hand, the contraption would fire a basic flare and that was about it. It was something salvaged and it would do the job here, or so he thought.

Seeing as how the spindly creature was still thrashing around attacking, David really couldn't have it killing more of the group. Sure, the studies made from such attacks interested him, but really he sort of needed them alive. Sliding down the small bank, David hopped over a small bundle of boulders and pushed his way silently through the long grass and wheat. His bare feet barely made a noise, yet he could feel mud and grass peeking up and through his toes. To be honest, it was something he had long since grown used to. After all, what was the point in boots when whatever he'd walk on, wouldn't hurt him? Why bother trying to keep up human pretences when there wasn't any humans to keep at ease? Until now, that is. With a sigh, David lifted his arm in the air and fired off the round he had previously loaded before setting out.

The flare shot up into the air, a slight fizzling sound coming from it as the smoke trailed through the dark sky too. The smoke from the flare, and the smoke from the fire mingled together and David was rather certain the firelight illuminated him quite well, along with the sudden burst of white light. They would all be able to see that he wasn't another creature, nor was he posing a threat. But watching them clamp their ears from the horrendous siren sound had David doubly thinking over this. They would thank him in the long run, or something along those lines he guessed?