First Impressions

This place smelled of death. But it wasn't all that bad. The brutish woman walked through slowly, mismatched eyes watchful of the dangers that surrounded her. She wasn't afraid of the bubbling, black pits of tar, but she wasn't stupid enough to go swimming in them either. So she made sure to keep her distance, still straying closer than most wolves in their right minds would dare to. She squinted at a skeleton that lay half submerged in the reeking stuff. Looked like an elk. Ricochet huffed out a small laugh, almost wishing she had been there to see that play itself out. Stupid creature.

It was interesting, almost amusing really, seeing how this was one of the first places the woman happened to stumble across upon her arrival in this vast new continent. She could have stumbled first across a crystalline white beach, or a gorgeous meadow, or better yet a winter wonderland complete with fluffy little rabbits running to and fro. But instead, she had pretty much landed in hell. At this thought she let a real laugh break through, continuing to walk around the various hazards this place had to offer. Just keep walking, she guessed. Hopefully this entire continent didn't smell like rotting flesh.