mars is a wasteland

*Faite* · 08-17-2016, 06:18 PM

Faite had to admit she'd never spent too much time in the desert. It was unnaturally hot and the sun bit past her dark fur and made her feel like she was baking. When she'd been on her own she'd remained in the east for a while and had been unable to get home. The crisp mountain air had been a refreshing change for her at the time and had even done some justice to her lungs. The plains she now resided in had proven to be a little less hot and a lot better in terms of being able to cool off. Everything at least was a lot more green than the desert. All of these things were why she hadn't really explored the place too much.

Unfortunately for her she'd made the mistake of coming through Deadman's Scrap to try and find the quickest way home. She'd spent a fair amount of time in the east, accumulated a few bruises and whatnot to boast about, and now she wanted nothing more than to be back home with her family in the plains. Sadly her journey from the north had left her at a loss as where exactly go and what would take less time. In the end she'd decided for a shortcut through the desert and she realized that had been a mistake on her part.

She'd risen just as the sun slowly began to snake its way over the horizon and paint the sky a pretty myriad of colors. She was a bit achy and rather sore from her long journey through the many lands the north had to offer, but overall she was quite pleased with the outcome. She'd learned a lot, saw things she'd never seen before, and she felt all the wiser for it. It was just one more story to tell for her youngest siblings when she returned.

The sun had steadily begun to rise and with it came the awful heat that she couldn't shake. What was worse this terrain proved to be rather difficult in terms of everything littering the ground. Shiny bits of glass could be seen glittering in their hiding spots from time to time and that wasn't even mentioning the rocks and other things. By the time she was a good way into the landscape her pawpads already felt like they were on fire.

She'd traveled for a little while longer and finally decided to take a rest. She noticed a rather nice rocky out cropping where she could perhaps get a nice view of things and rest her paws. To her surprise a pale figure was already sitting up their. He looked so regal from his own seat and she noted how formal his posture seemed. He dual-toned eyes would search his body and the easily fell on the noticeable wounds that she could see from here. She could also smell blood which worried her slightly. Even though he was a stranger, she cared enough to check on him. So she approached with only the slightest bit of wariness.

"Are you alright?" She'd call out softly to him.

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