Dust Devils's Dance

Sand stretched for endless miles here. The sea of golden sand dotted each and every surface his red eyes settled on, not a tree, or source of life in sight, just the passing wind and constant shifting of the grains beneath his coal paws. Still, he moved onwards, he?d never seen anything at all like this, having grown in the isolated mountains, he was used to more colder, snow filled climates. But, this was a welcome change of scenery, he was more than willing to see what all of these sand dunes where so selfish as to hide form him, he?d hand also heard form travelers that the desert was an unforgiving and hellish place to dwell on, thankfully, Crimzen had traveled here when the sun wasn?t so intense. The world around him was nearly dark, looming gradually into the hours when the sun descended pass the horizon, the light beginning to diminish and darkness taking it?s place, in casing the Barren Dunes, in it?s usually ominous shade.

When the cool air, brushing against his frame, the steaming sun seemed to be all but a distant memory. It almost felt as if that world had changed with the recovering star, showing a new face he?d never seen, lifting his skull he set his eyes sky wards, the heavens where bright with stars, ever infinite against the shadowy heavens. The rogue was amazed to witness that this arid graveyard could hold such a treasure, it was surely a sight he would never forget, he wondered what more this place had to offer, other secret that laid hidden here, for only the patient, and determined. Although, not all seemed to be resting at this hour, something was still about, refusing to retire form the desserts earlier scorching heat, ears twitching at the strange sound, he lowers his crown to look onwards, tilting his head at what could lurk at such an hour. Always the adventurous lad, he follows the hissing sound, all to eager to find out what-else would be exposed to him, the beast pauses abruptly, narrowing his eyes at the source of what he?d been hearing. They where small, but, very fierce, swirling amongst the sandy floor wildly, wind spiraling upwards giving the impression of piercing through the sky, they danced across the gold ground, moving this way and that. His red eyes watched them with amazement, what where these called? Dust Devils. He finally recalls, as his crimson stare never left any of them, his puppish mind itched to dance with them, however, he would hold himself for now, awaiting just the right moment to join the twisters, and so, he lowered himself down to the grainy sand, transfixed.

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