secretly a savior
03-23-2014, 08:20 PM
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[flesh and bone] Deserts. Great. Fan-fucking-tastic. This day just couldn't get any better, could it? The spares trees provided next to no shade, and the heat was starting to make his head pound. Gods above, he should've had more water. Like, a lot more. Like, enough to last him through the apocalypse. Maybe this was the end of the world. Maybe everything had just spontaneously turned into a desert and oh gods, was this where he was going to die? Altavro sincerely hoped not. There were more wolves to heal in the world, and anyways, this would be the stupidest place to die. He would be dumber than the dumb wolves that Altavro so frowned upon if he died of dehydration in a desert. As a Nomad, Altavro should have known much better. Still, despite being aware of the dangers of the weakness that was beginning to pool in his limbs, Altavro let his tongue hang limply from his maw as he staggered the sparse shade that the trees offered. Maybe he'd just take a little rest until it cooled down. The sun was high in the sky, but surely within a few hours, he'd be okay to move. It was a bad idea, but Altavro knew that his limbs wouldn't have the strength to carry him out of the desert right then. Next time he went in search of the herbs found in the desert (ephedra in particular had been his goal), Altavro was going to make sure he didn't get lost. Or maybe he just wouldn't come back to the desert. Ever. This had been a terrible plan, Altavro thought with a grunt. His mouth felt like sandpaper and his body felt heavy and this was definitely bad. Dehydration was a danger in this heat already, but add into the equation the fact that Altavro was lost in the desert, and this was a pretty serious problem. |
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