Red Sun Rises Like An Early Warning

Finally! Gossamer raced north the moment the shaking had stopped. She'd manage to escape her captors and she wasn't going to miss a moment to get ahead of them. She only hoped that the strange quakes and darkness had ushered them into hiding as it had her. If it hadn't… well then fuck she'd wasted a lot of precious time.

Racing past the Barren Dunes, she squinted at the strange spikes rising up into the horizon. Since when had those been there? She started to slow but soon picked her speed back up again. Fuck it, she'd race right into hell if it meant giving her captors the slip and if she could find somewhere scary enough to hide that would make them give up then she was going to go for it. At least… that was the general idea.

When Gossamer arrived however she started to change her mind. The sun was rising red and cold. It cast an unnatural light that sent shivers down her spine. How much of a risk was this worth taking. Scratching at her matted fur she thought for a moment and decided to risk it. Padding over to one of the nearby spires she squinted at the structure, trying to make heads or tails of it. They seemed awfully old but she was dang sure this wasn't here before. There seemed to be something carved in them… squinting she reached up a paw and tried to clear some of the dust off the carvings only to have a face contorted in terror staring back at her. Maybe this wasn't the best place to rest… she really did need to get back to the Armada. There was a chance the same group that had held her also had held Aris. They needed to move fast if there was a chance to track her down.

Thinking she heard the sound of approach, Gossamer through an opening at the base of the nearest spike, shimmying her body between the gaps before crouching down and peering out to see if anyone else was there. She tried to steady her breath and ignore the breeze moaning through the gaps in the spires.