Death comes to us all...

// In his travels, Reaper has discovered that many different biomes existed within the continent he came to, and he wondered what the southern lands held. So far he had come across a swamp that was more or less lifeless, and now he moved west, hoping to find a suitable place to begin his plans. It was in this westerly travel that he found himself in a rather harsh steppe. Dunes of golden sand stretched as far as his reptilian eyes could see, and Reaper was unsure if he should even attempt to navigate the obviously treacherous landscape before him. Of course, it wasn't fear that stopped him, rather he didn't have anything to carry water or food with. Perhaps, a few snakes or lizards made their home in the stubborn sands and he could always strip and chew bits of cacti to get water. On the edge of the dunes, Reaper made his camp, finding a rare jackrabbit to eat and a small watering hole that could only be described as a pitiful puddle to get him started. He waited for nightfall, knowing better than to brave the desert in the middle of the day. Once the stars were out, he took a moment to study them and the position of the dunes within sight, then moved across the silvery landscape on the ridges of the dunes to keep track of his path. The desert hare would keep him for a few days, but he would need water. Maybe he could find it before he died of dehydration or sun sickness.

OOC: For Nav points!

Reaper speaks, Your words, Walk, Think, Salem talks,