S.O.S
02-24-2019, 06:48 AM
Heavy, bleeding paws tapped at the path before him every now and then and before long he felt a crater in the center of the valley where decades ago a bomb had blown a depression hundreds of feet deep and thousands of feet wide. The basin around the crater was weathered by years of wind and sand storms. With zero cover and pockets of radiation, and wih no knowledge what so ever of what was in front of him the man sat on his haunches at the edge of it. His paws went half over the edge, dripping small droplets of the vital, crimson liquid as he let out a exhausted sigh. Why did he had to lose Ramses and how exactly did that happen? He was blind for Gods sake, where was he supposed to go and with this blindfold on all he could smell was the gagging scent of roses. Did he forgot to mention? Yes, you can be blind and have a shit sense of smell for sure as Hell his snout is not doing anything to help in this situation. And what the Hell did he do walked on to? Ramses? a sigh left his ebon lips as he called his Master over and over again. Great, just great. It was not supposed to be like that. He was supposed to be the one that took care of his God not the other way around. All he could do is release a howl, leaning his crown backward and hoped with all his might that Ramses was somewhere near in order to hear his desperate and pathetic call for help. |
