wasting me away

N/A · 08-07-2014, 07:48 AM

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? A goddess of coiled caramel and white swirls canvased her digits across the fiery pit of sand, it's burning surface making her cringe the slightest bit in agony of the hell-bound crevasse. Only for a moment would she rest, though that did no justice if there was no water to flaunt upon. For the miles she had traveled, it seemed like decades that she has stumbled aimlessly around the deserts dunes. Her muscles cried out for remorse, but there shall be no weaklings here, she'll push herself until she breaks. The only thing keeping her going was the restless dry taste buds of her tongue, little saliva will make itself known she'd allow it to loom out from the sides. The heat today was ridiculous, and as much as she'd love to stay she had to get the hell out of these barrens.

Sundered foundations make forth over a steep sand dune, fried coat feeling like fire, as if the suns rays were licking her with his flames just to roast her from the inside-out. Blythe plopped down to catch her breath -- whatever little she had left. Glowing emerald pools basked in the glory of the rising sun, mentally asking it why it had to be so cruel. But, like always it had no answer to spit back, so her questions were as meaningless as a birds cry for help. Lowering her enormous crown to catch sight of a few vultures feasting upon the carcass of an animal, the specimen was unknown and it reeked of death. Cringing just the slightest bit at the soft chimes of flesh tearing and the screeching of the carnivores. Blythe rolled her oculars in distress and aggravation, deciding it was high time to keep moving, or else she'd be their next main course.

Like clockwork the sun kept it's pace, removing itself from the horizon to beam it's burning essence from atop the dames cranium. She was certainly in no mood to be dealing with this much heat, and no water to aid to her wreckage. Yet, the scent of another organism crossed her flared nostrils, the whites in her eyes bleed out almost instantaneously. A newly found source of energy was coursing through her bloodstream, bodice of steel bounding onward; following the trail of a hound. Even though the scent identified the being as a pup, Blythe had not the care in the world to whom she was about to approach as long as it could walk, talk, and think.

ooc;; hope you don't mind that I jump in dear <33

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