Throw The Bones

Since Enki’s rise to Wraith, no matter how temporary it may be, the pale pink man had decided to take this opportunity to explore more. That is why he has trekked all the way down to Auster, a continent that he has never set paw on before, to broaden his horizons and further his knowledges of lands. While it is winter up north, down here summer is in full swing. The air is laden with moisture, making it more humid than what he is used to but the warmth and brightness of the sun is a fully welcomed reprieve from the clouds and chill back home.

Green plains stretch out around Enki, the blades waving cheerily with each gentle breath of wind that snakes through the land. The land morphs, changing into gentle rolling hills and the man’s long legs effortlessly propel him up the first one that crosses his path. Pale blue eyes scan the area, enjoying the grass that seems like an endless ocean of green and, as he crests that first hill, the pink man stops dead in his tracks. There, on the other side, pockmarking the hills and valleys, are areas when the earth has been shaken free and giant, foreign bones protrude from the dirt.

Jaw drops open as Enki’s eyes rove over the strange bones from afar, the man in complete disbelief as he stands rooted the spot and tries to figure out what these are.


"Enki Klein"