[NBM] Deprived of Life

It was one thing for a Ripieno to have a distorted voice that was considered lacking at best. It was another for it to be stolen; to lose the ability to color the world of their people.

Laharin was innocent. He loved all and bore no ill will. He was like any other Ripieno living in a world of sound and music; a planet colored by a vibrant synesthetic existence created by his species and their massive crystalline spires. He was a kind soul. However, travelling to other planets overrun by corruption and greed, by rampant xenophobia and surgeons who are more than willing to take the one thing that makes a person who they are... Someone with such purity would shine like a beacon. They would attract the most wondrous of people and most untrustworthy. They would be heralded for their openness while simultaneously beaten down for the simple fact that they were not one of them. They were something outside of their species, outside of their race, and they couldn't have such a thing existing among the people. If they allowed it, they were no better than the politicians who bowed down to the authority of the corrupt. Who chose political correctness over what was right.

It wasn't his fault. He did not choose to be born as he was. He did not choose to be assaulted, to have a laryngectomy brutally performed, tearing away the one thing that meant everything to him and his people.

But they couldn't pass up on such a golden opportunity. To put the damned aliens in their place. They didn't deserve to live on their world. They didn't deserve to exist in their galaxy. All aliens were undesirable, a disease that was rotting the core of who they were.

It took little thought and effort to steal the light that made them shine so bright. All it took was a little anesthesia. The removal of the inner folds of the throat. Removing any possible chance for them to ever make sound again.

It could never stop there. They would have to continue on with their purge. They would find every last piece of scum that dared to walk on their soil and make them pay dearly for such treachery.

All it required was a little push.

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This is the completed piece by Scultone on FlightRising of Laharin. This specific signature had been done for quite a while, but I never actually went back and uploaded up. Now that I am back on a roll and looking into older pictures of this fellow since I think I am settling on him as the POV MC, I am trying to work out how to write him as well as get some public opinion on how he looks and feels.