The Solterran sun beat out a furious, vicious rhythm upon the Crow’s back. The sky, cerulean blue, stretched on and on, higher and higher. There were no clouds to offer respite from the unrelenting summer sun.
In the stark heat of the day the denizens of Solterra toiled. Raum’s skin drenched iron grey as he wove his way slowly back toward the Rapax river. Sweat beaded across his skin turning it slick and warm.
There were no shadows here to bask in, except for the meager spattering of thin, scanty trees that rose here and there. Their shade was paltry and never had Raum yearned more for the cool of Calligo’s shadows. He was as far from her magic and her influence, as he could ever hope to find himself. Where Rhoswen may have found the sun, so he only lost the thrall of night.
Blue eyes scan the dusty landscape of rolling dunes. It glowed gold beneath the sun and with disdain the Denocte boy wondered if there was any place here that was not a lustrous gold colour.
The Denocte Ghost moves with grace, even as his muscles labour and his body grows weary. It was a blessing to have this natural strength from his days as a spy with the Crows… Not that those days were over now, they were just changed. He was here, not for money, but to help his brethren Crows. If there were secrets to be found, he would find them and return them to Denocte.
Blue eyes, as piercing as the sky overhead, take in the line of trees that bordered the river, carrying the desert from a parched and barren world, into one of lush grasses upon the banks of the river. Slowly he lowered himself into the waters. They were cool, blissfully so, resisting the heat of the sun as they drifted idly by.
In the midst of the river, with the waters licking at his abdomen, he cannot stop his gaze from passing, just once, to the south flowing waters and the mountains that rise beside them. Even here he could see Calligo’s shadows and his skin craves their cool, cool touch. Homesickness was a pang he had never had before, but suddenly it strikes deep, twisting into his abdomen. Regrettably, ignoring the aching pain, Raum lowers his parched lips to the water and he drinks and drinks and drinks.
@Rhoswen – holy moly this is the /worst/ ever! I am so, so sorry :(
In the stark heat of the day the denizens of Solterra toiled. Raum’s skin drenched iron grey as he wove his way slowly back toward the Rapax river. Sweat beaded across his skin turning it slick and warm.
There were no shadows here to bask in, except for the meager spattering of thin, scanty trees that rose here and there. Their shade was paltry and never had Raum yearned more for the cool of Calligo’s shadows. He was as far from her magic and her influence, as he could ever hope to find himself. Where Rhoswen may have found the sun, so he only lost the thrall of night.
Blue eyes scan the dusty landscape of rolling dunes. It glowed gold beneath the sun and with disdain the Denocte boy wondered if there was any place here that was not a lustrous gold colour.
The Denocte Ghost moves with grace, even as his muscles labour and his body grows weary. It was a blessing to have this natural strength from his days as a spy with the Crows… Not that those days were over now, they were just changed. He was here, not for money, but to help his brethren Crows. If there were secrets to be found, he would find them and return them to Denocte.
Blue eyes, as piercing as the sky overhead, take in the line of trees that bordered the river, carrying the desert from a parched and barren world, into one of lush grasses upon the banks of the river. Slowly he lowered himself into the waters. They were cool, blissfully so, resisting the heat of the sun as they drifted idly by.
In the midst of the river, with the waters licking at his abdomen, he cannot stop his gaze from passing, just once, to the south flowing waters and the mountains that rise beside them. Even here he could see Calligo’s shadows and his skin craves their cool, cool touch. Homesickness was a pang he had never had before, but suddenly it strikes deep, twisting into his abdomen. Regrettably, ignoring the aching pain, Raum lowers his parched lips to the water and he drinks and drinks and drinks.
@Rhoswen – holy moly this is the /worst/ ever! I am so, so sorry :(
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You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
in his catastrophic plan
