Blood stains the ground we're on

Lucette · 08-08-2022, 12:58 AM

Our lives are made in these small hours

Lucette frowned a bit. She wasn’t really familiar with weapons outside of the crude bone dagger her mother had made but she still couldn’t fathom how any of this was used. She watched him dust off the gun, examining it. Her own gaze began to wander again, catching the sight of a long, thin piece of metal jutting out of the ground. “No kidding, feels really foreign, you know?” She had approached the metal pole and pressed against it with one forepaw. It started to bend under her weight but it didn’t give fully. Even though it was rusted and looked like a patchwork of gray and red-brown it still held up pretty good. The weather must have taken its toll on the stuff.

"I don’t know if any of this stuff would be useful, since it’s been out in the open. It looks really worn down. Probably not safe to handle it like this.” She moved towards the flagging fabric he had approached, ears flicking thoughtfully. “I think this site serves more as a memorial for the last battle those animals fought here. Divinities only know how old any of this actually is. This fabric is heavily yellowed from sun exposure… It’s likely been here for years and years.” She glanced toward the male.

“Kind of neat to see though.”

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Explore A New Land (Veteran's Plateau) - 3 / 3

"Talk", 'Think.'

These little wonders these twists and turns of fate

_{Art by Asena}

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