Post by Opti on Jan 21, 2011 14:21:37 GMT -5
A blanket of white covers the earth here, its surface shifting and hot. This boiling ocean of dunes is seemingly endless. Perfect but for the rise and fall of the dunes in its smooth surface, it lacks any sort of shelter for leagues, and signs of life are just as scarce. A lizard may crawl across the sand, its beady eyes scanning the horizon for what might be an insect, but it will not be followed. This is a place of loneliness and fire.
Without being used to the boiling days and the sudden shrieking cold of the night, you would fall prey to the sand by the next dawn. Who could blame you? They couldn't even find you. You wouldn't even know that just over those dunes lay the city.
Even the desert kitsune native to this harsh world do not cross the sands without reason. Every step taken in the wrong direction, adaptions or no, can lead you farther and farther away from hydration, shelter, and life. This is not a place for tourists and adventurers without a cause. This dead world is jealous of the life around it and will rob it of the traveler that dares to think it a simple game to cross the boiling pit of sand that is the desert.
Without being used to the boiling days and the sudden shrieking cold of the night, you would fall prey to the sand by the next dawn. Who could blame you? They couldn't even find you. You wouldn't even know that just over those dunes lay the city.
Even the desert kitsune native to this harsh world do not cross the sands without reason. Every step taken in the wrong direction, adaptions or no, can lead you farther and farther away from hydration, shelter, and life. This is not a place for tourists and adventurers without a cause. This dead world is jealous of the life around it and will rob it of the traveler that dares to think it a simple game to cross the boiling pit of sand that is the desert.
~love Pokeapache