gone rummage sailing
03-21-2022, 08:18 PM
Tyrian wound his way through the rusted heap maze with slow, deliberate steps. He'd been to the plateau many times but it never got old. There was always something new to look at. A 'new' heap to pick through, a 'new' cache to crack open, etc. He had yet to be disappointed. Even the things he found that had no practical use had been interesting in their own way. The long forgotten weapons built for another species and beyond his use. The armor that defied nature with its strength. The occasional, unexplainable peculiarity, like the odd bit of metal forced unnaturally through another. The force needed to do such a thing was beyond him. It and other things like it boggled the mind. He paused to pounce gleefully into a promising heap. The odd bits fell away allowing him to creep in deeper and deeper until nothing but his rump and sabre-like tail stuck out. Tyrian was surrounded on all sides by the gnarled remains of some sort of exploded metal beast. His position was precarious beneath the haphazardly balanced metals scraps and in his eagerness to unearth a promising artifact, Tyrian was heedless to any danger. He knew it was there, of course, but he was counting on luck to get him in and out of danger and if it didn't, well, he deserved whatever befell him. "" |
