Am I Scaring You?
06-20-2013, 09:56 AM
Nighttime draped over the lands like a velvet cloth. The smoldering heat of the desert had slipped away with the sun, casting temperatures down low and offering some refuge to the mangy animal as he walked. The moon hung in the sky, ever faithfully returning each month in its full glory, as it did tonight. Its alabaster glow tickled the mortal land beneath, not quite strong enough to be helpful, but undoubtedly beautiful and eerie ? one of the wonders of the world. It touched gently to the crests of the rolling dunes, and spilled freely over empty plains of desert. There was a gentle tranquility, a misleading security. The night was so calm, yet every child knew there were dangers to behold, locked within the sheltering darkness. The dark frightening Caesar only slightly; he was used to it, but he didn't want to stay in it forever like he had before.
The desert was more frightening than the dark, really. He had been in it for a long time, hot, aching, and no doubt lost again. There had been nothing but sand as far as he could see, and the sun had beaten upon his black back with merciless heat. Thirst felt like a miniature desert in his mouth, and he was certain there was a thin dusting of sand on his tongue. Night had saved him from the heat, but not the desert. He continued to trudge along, alone. Occasionally he would speak aloud to keep himself company, but his tongue felt funny and it was a bit uncomfortable. He didn't really think or worry much about dying, but simply kept on aimlessly. It would be over one way or another.
The call perked his ragged ears instantly, and his little scarred head lifted from its place hanging between jutting shoulders. There was someone else around here. A grin etched along his dry lips, and he yelped excitedly. "Caesar is here! Yes!!!" the shrill cry shredded the serenity of the night. Eagerly he would scramble onward, trying to find where the call had come from. In but a few moments, he saw the dark outlines of trees and plants. Trees and plants meant water, and he very much wanted water right now. The imp shot into the green, quickly seeking out the pool and the owner of the voice. First he would take generous, sputtering gulps of water, his body trembling. And then he bounded away from the water's edge, his feet restless. "Caesar thought he would never find water!" he barked.