Here Lies A Fool
06-16-2013, 08:04 AM
Azalea moved through the west on no particular mission. Bobbing up and down over the dry and lifeless dunes of the desert. She hated this place, desert life was not for her, but it was the fastest way to get back to Valhalla. Of course... it would be faster if there were some distinguishing marker to tell her which was to go. Her eyes flashed up the sun, squinting to keep from being completely blinded. The burning orb of light in the sky was her only salvation. Without it she would be clueless. The sand burned her pads but she knew better than to seek the shade of what rare shrub she would come upon. Snakes, scorpions, and other dangerous creatures would surely be occupying the space already. If not... well it was not a chance she could afford to take so far from home and without any company but her shadow. As far as she knew, her shadow wouldn't be running for help if the lass were to get injected with any kind of venom. She passed down into another valley, dreading the climb up the next sandy rise, when she heard a voice. "I am Aditsan Achak, first of his name, rightful ruler of Serpent's Grave and heir to its throne. I am a pure one, and I am superior." She stopped in her tracks, hackles rising. Eyes scanned the surrounded ridges while her mind tried to persuade her that she was just hearing things. It was too dry here to smell much of anything. Eyes still searching, Azalea broke the next dune and surveyed her surroundings. Sure enough there was another wolf. He was a salt and pepper mixture of grey and tan. He appeared to be speaking to himself. Azalea's face fixed with worry, perhaps he was suffering a heat stroke? It was winter though and in the desert that meant cooler temperatures and more rain than the rest of the year combined. If she got stuck out here past dark she would have to endure the wicked cold. "Exucse me?" She inquired, cautiously. She did not approach. Speech, |
