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Post by Opti on Mar 4, 2010 11:00:37 GMT -5
The borders of the scrubland are interweaved with the spiraling strokes of the invading desert. These pale, grainy tendrils act as a warning to most - the oppressive, near-shadeless lands call for different adaptations than the shifting, endless sands, and forgetting this can kill.
The region isn't shielded from the climate it overlooks. The wrath of the desert is merely numbed - the little shelter existing in the scrubland has decreased even further, but still exists. Temperature changes resemble the sharp madness of the desert, but the resulting highs and lows aren't nearly as extreme.
This region is occupied by the gray and black kitsunes of the scrubland, and due to its position at the border, the occasional desert kitsune can be seen nearby or within. Fewer creatures take up residence here, preferring to live further within the natural confines of their respective areas and simply pass through the area if needed.
Some prefer not to simply pass through. It isn't unheard of for a contemplative being to gaze across the sands, avoiding the desert's full fury, yet curious about the hostile area just before them.
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